Oh, the memories they came flooding back.
My newly pregnant sister was relaying the story of her recent ultrasound to me. She’s being seen at my midwife’s office the office where the midwife who feels like she’s mine because I’ve seen her so much in recent years practices. Yes, I successfully strongarmed convinced my sister that she really ought to try out that clinic and visit my wonderful midwife.
“Yeah, the ultrasound was great. Seeing the baby and all,” my sister told me. “But the ultrasound technician. Well, she left a lot to be desired. She wasn’t exactly Miss Congeniality.”
“Oh, really? I mostly had good experiences with the techs there. Hmm, I wonder what…” And then it hit me. The tech my sister saw must have been her.
And sure enough. After hearing correct answers to a few of my probing questions, I realized that my sister had been scanned by the ultrasound technician I fondly not-so-fondly refer to as the grain of rice lady.
I can’t believe I didn’t think to warn her.
My sister, that is. Not the grain of rice lady.
But really, thinking back now on that frustrating, scary time very early in Stellan’s pregnancy just brings me to my knees. Back then, when we thought we were having a miscarriage, and then learned that I had complications that would likely require surgery while I was pregnant, nothing could have even prepared us for what lay ahead just mere weeks down the road.
We thought we’d lose Stellan at 6 weeks, were told I’d need surgery on one of my ovaries at 16 weeks, learned of our baby’s heart failure at 23 weeks, were told at 24 weeks that he would surely die, and then brought home a healthy, happy bouncing baby boy at 37 weeks.
God would have remained praiseworthy no matter what the outcome would have been for our son. Yet the fact that Stellan is now alive and thriving in our arsm, with no remaining health complications whatsoever, is testament to God’s awesome power.
“How excellent is Thy name in all the earth!” Psalm 8:1
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As I am sure by now you remember, I am always looking for simple, fun things to do with our Many Small Children as we while away the hours indoors until spring is here.
Whether we are playing with bubbles in the sink, unloading the dishwasher together, rolling Many Small Worms out of Play-Doh, or just playing with the bead path…
…we’re often looking for things to do. And, as chock full as it may seem like my head is with fabulous ideas, there are certainly times throughout the day when I am at a loss for how to engage our rowdy hooligans delightful children.
That’s why I was thrilled to have happened across this wonderful little Do Something Daily calendar.
A simple new task to enjoy doing together with your children appears at each turn of the calendar page. Genius!
The calendar gives me an idea right at the moment when my brain has turned to mush and I can’t even remember what the word idea even means.
Just the other day, we turned dusting and reorganizing a bookshelf into an afternoon’s activity. The big boys loved it! Small Fry, well…you know.
Give her some time yet. She’ll come around.
At least she hasn’t done this lately.
And, after you watch that video again, just click here to go get yourself a Do Something Daily. I guarantee that take your toddler to Target and watch her tantrum her brains out isn’t the calendar anywhere!!!
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Because my life is completely boring and I have so much free time on my hands, I’ve decided to accept a fun offer to become a contributing reviewer over at Bellazizia’s Favorites.
Why not!? I’ll just stay up a teeny bit later at night than I already do.
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And, the winner of the comment about anything and win a fabric-covered magnet board is…Kim!!!
Congrats!! Get in touch with me and I’ll tell you how you can pick out a board of your own!
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Oh! And in case you were wondering (but you probably weren’t), the tally from all the comments on my last post (yes, I read all my comments every time) stands at approximately:
People who commented saying that they thought I was going to say I was pregnant and were bummed out that they were wrong: 8,769
People who commented saying that they thought I was going to say that I was pregnant and breathed a sigh of relief when they learned that I wasn’t: 62
Hhhmmmmm.
