I realized I still haven’t written about how Jenavieve came into this world on Saturday, December 20, 2008 7:14pm weighing 7lbs 2.9oz and 19.5 inches long. 

Well labor was a very Looonnnggg process with Jena just as it was with her big brother, Bensen.  I had actually started having contractions and even slightly dilating in October which lead to moderate bedrest, (this is all written in the post I wrote called “Jena’s Story”) and then still brought her to us 10 days late!

We’ll start from Wednesday December 17th, I had a Dr’s appointement with Robbin and we discovered that even though I was continuing to dilate, my baby girl was presenting posterior, just as Ben had.  Right away, I said, let’s do a c-section, I am NOT going through this again!  Sean, Robbin and I spent some time talking that afternoon and discussing the risks and possibilities.  Because Dr. Cameranno had Jena’s due date as Dec 28th, she said the earliest he would schedule the surgery would be on Monday.  I was totally devistated by that news and thought, I can’t do this anymore! I just CAN’T! (See from Monday up to Wednesday I had been contracting every 4 min. VERY hard and no breaks, sleep was impossible and I was breaking down!)  Robbin gave me the option of going over to the hospital for Demerol and Benadryl, but she really didn’t want me to take that option just yet.  I agreed and she told me a few more things to “try at home” along with her stripping my membranes for the 2nd time.  Wendesday night was very difficult for me and I spent a lot of time in the tub that night and cried quite  bit.  I kept praying that God would make her come already and why was He making me go through this with these babies!?!  My mom came over on Thursday and I called Robbin and Jennifer again and said I want to go to the hospital tonigt for pain management or something.  So my Mom and I went up to Reading in the afternoon and Sean met us at the Dr’s office where it was me, my mom, Sean, Robbin, Jennifer and Dr. Cameranno via phone.  (Quite the meeting and Appointment I must say!)  Jennifer really didn’t want me to go to the hospital for the meds because of where she saw me at.  Robbin was VERY confident and pleased when she examined me because baby girl had decided to turn herself around and was now presenting antierior!  They were very pleased, and while I did feel better in my back pain, I was still contracting constantly and very ready to be done!  So for the 3rd time I was stripped, poked, and given another dose of homeopathic medicines.  I finally asked for Tylonal 3 to try to sleep at home without being over the top on pain meds.  I didn’t think it would really help because I take medicines like a horse, but I was ready for SOMETHING!  We went home Thursday night and I took my dose of Tylonal 3 and benadryl, got in my muscle relax bath and prayed again!  I actually got sleep on Thursday night!! That alone was an answer to prayer!  I was feeling “much better” on Friday, at least emotionally, and my contractions actually spread out and where not so bad in my back! Big PRAISE, even though I wanted this baby to come already!  Knowing that come the following week this baby would be out one way or another, even by c-section, I was feeling better.  Friday night our wonderful neighbor’s and very good friends Steve and Becca had us over for dinner and some games.  Becca and I enjoyed a few rounds of Scrabble and my contractions started getting really really strong again.  I took another dose of my T3 and my nightly bath and went to “bed”…it was wrestless sleep but I did get some rest.  4:00am rolled around and I was READY!  I went out to the kitchen and thought, ok, this is getting to be “it” but I dont want to rush in.  I was concerned because we had an ice storm the night before and I didn’t really know how long it would take us to get to the hospital and I had other concerns about Ben, too, but I thought ok take another t3 get in the tub and wait it out!  Come 6am I couldn’t wait anymore.  I woke up Sean and said we should think about getting Bensen ready or at least us get ready and call Mom and Dad to stay here or whatever until Ben woke up.  I called my Dad slightly after 6 and asked if it would be better to wake Ben and bring him to them or for them to come to him.  Thankfully I called them when I did because they were getting ready to go out for their day.  7am we dropped Ben off and had a plan to go up to Reading, eat at IHOP (so I could be ready for this with some food) and then walk at the mall until I was REALLY ready for the baby to come out!  Well, we got up to Reading and contractions where steadily getting closer and harder, so we bagged IHOP and went to McDonalds and then decided to try Target to get at least some walking to make sure I would be far enough along that i would NOT go home this time.  Well I was so nausious that I couldn’t eat more than 2 bites of my McGriddle and just drank my ice water and chewed on ice chips.  Sean and I went into Target just as it opened and I went into the bathroom about 6 times with a lot of mucus discharge and contractions getting even closer.  We walked around for about 15 minutes and I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore and I was getting more and more nausious!  We decided to drive to the hospital because too many people were asking poor Sean what was wrong with me and if I was ok!  We got to the hospital and I find out I’m still only 3cm and my contractions where not showing up on the monitors! (FRUSTRATING FOR SURE!!!!)  But i was getting so sick I threw up everywhere and was getting a bad headache on top of it.  The midwife at triage decided to admit me for pain medicines at least and see what happens.  I got one dose of Nubain and then my vommiting stopped and labor started progressing.  Contractions every 2-3 minutes and dilation started! YAY!  My midwife, Jennifer came to the hospital around 11am after my assigned nurse talked to her on the phone and said that I was absolutely contracting regardless of the monitors and that I was progressing. Sean was getting hungry so I had him call my mom to come up and bring him some food, she was there around 3pm, and Sean was so busy with me, he never did eat the food my mom brought! By 4pm I was at 8.5 cm and Jennifer said that I could start to push with her help and see what this baby is doing.  Baby girl turned herself again and was facing posterior but hopeful of her turning herself around again.  I was in and out of the hospitals shower with as hot of water as I could stand and my wonderful Sean did everything he could to help and make me comfortable.  I was begging for an epidural, but Sean kept telling me i could do it, I could DO IT, I was almost there!  After more pushing and changing positions and everything we could do, I finally asked Jennifer what she thought for the epidural and she recommended it so that i had the strength to push her out.  So we called for that and I didn’t end up getting it until I was 10cm and she was starting to come out. I remember feeling the most intense pain of my life and it was by far the hardest thing I ever had to do!  I pushed for 1hr and 45 minutes for her to come out with that epidural and I swore that barely took the edge off the pain if it even did that.  I am still getting made fun of because at one point during pushing I was screaming Golly Gee GET HER OUT! lol!  I really felt like I was giving it everything I had and she wasn’t going to come.  And I could tell by my mom that something wasn’t quite right.  Jennifer had made mention to the ambilical cord being pinched or around her neck.  Baby girl started showing some distress in contractions and drops in heart rate.  They started me with oxygen between contractions and Sean kept spooning me mouthfuls of ice.  Contractions where coming so close I barely had time to swallow a piece, I remember I wanted ice so bad and I needed to breath, Sean just put a piece of ice in my mouth and it was time to push again, I just spat the ice out all over the side of the bed and started pushing again.  It felt like forever and she wasn’t coming.  I kept being told I need to breath for her with the oxygen mask.  Finally, at 7:14pm she made her entrance into the world!  It was an absolutely AMAZING moment!  Not only for me, but Sean too…it was so emotional for us both and very exciting!  She was layed right on top of me and she was crying and doing quite well!  The ambilical cord was around her neck one time, but thankfully Jennifer was able to quickly untangle it and she was fine!  I had no idea that the afterbirth would be so difficult to deliver and painful, but it was really cool to see where the baby spent the past nine months of her little life and we got a very cool picture of it too! Sean was able to cut the cord and we spent an amazing first few hours together, along with my mom!  I nursed my baby girl within the first 20 minutes of her life and we bonded so immediately!  Everything felt so crazy and phone calls started to be made.  What was her name?  We didn’t know!  Sean and i had several names picked out and agreed that we would wait till seeing her to decide between Jenavieve, Elaina and JoyAnna.

I just finished (in less than 24 hrs I might add) Jon and Kate Gosselin’s book Multiple Blessings.  It has inspired me to write this post for now.

The book from Kate’s view of their journey of the past several years was so encouraging to me.  I was very spiritually encouraged by God’s amazing goodness in our lives.  This post really isn’t intended to be about that book.  But Kate’s openess in sharing her heart over her struggles and ups and downs was exactly what I needed right now.  I’ve been struggling a bit with some overwhelming emotions.  Call it post-partum, whatever you will, but emotional non-the less…lack of sleep if you will from a less than always content 3 weeks old.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m blessed by her every moment, but it wears on you night after night of her only wanting to be held to sleep.  It made me feel good to see kate “complain” to God yet praise Him at the same time.  It’s where I feel my life is at right now.

I’m tired, receovering, and overwhelmed.  I cry sometimes, usually in my nightly “relaxing time” of a hot bath that my wonderful husband so wonderfully allows me by keeping baby Jena happy.  I think how awful a mom I must be, plenty of other women do it! What is my problem?  I am not the first person to have two kids close together, (although I don’t know why people plan to have kids close together! lol! )  yet I feel whiny and miserable at times.  I love little Jena and her precious little faces and ever her pathetic whiny cry.  My heart aches for her that she has such a hard time getting her gas to pass and pooh to move that she just doesn’t know what to do with herself, but it hasn’t made me feel any less *BLAH*!

There have been so many times in the past 3 weeks that I feel like I’ve been a horrible mother to Bensen who is still very much learning and discovering and doing new things each day.  He doesn’t mind and he is so incredibly precious and sweet with little Jena.  He gives her kisses all the time and he loves to give her, her binky and even get diapers for me to change her. It’s an adjustment that we are getting through oneday at a time.  I think we are doing pretty well, dispite my mood-swings!

I know it’s just me, and I’m just whiny and whatever right now, but I thought i would post this anyway.  It’s really how I feel and i just wanted to put it out there.   I have  great support of friends around me, even though at times, I want to just hide in a hole and not talk to anyone because i feel like such a mess.  I am just thrilled to be so blessed with this family God gave me.  Sean is the most wonderful husband anyone could ever ask for, and Bensen is such a good little boy!!! Jena is still getting adjusted to life, but she is so beautiful and I love her to tiny pieces!!!

It’s really great how God places things in your lap at times exactly when you need them.  I’m having a struggle in knowing exactly how to be the parent God wants me to be.  I am sure all parents do, but there are situations going on right now in my life with examples of other “parents” that I just despise. 

It hurts me so deeply and I keep saying to myself, I don’t want to be that kind of parent! I find myself fighting it.  I don’t want my son or daughter to “get away” with things, and I even get very frustrated at my husband when I feel he is making the wrong choice for how he disciplines our children (which I know I can not do), but I do not know what I really need to do to train up a child!  This article touched me, so here it is…

The Following Post I found on Facebook, a friend had commented on it, and I read what followed.  This is written by Mr. Ed Brook.  I do not know him, but I found this very interesting and very much helpful and encouraging right now.

Parental Tyranny: A Mark of Immaturaty.

Growing up in the circle of influence that I did, provided me with the protection of a God given Government called family.

In this family, we had a rule of law, it was called the Bible. In this Bible is a commandment to honor your father and mother.

Now, I mentioned the family as a form of government, and it is. You have the father and mother as the executive, legislative, and judicial branches. And this “government, (at least in my circle of influence) is operated under Biblical mandate. The Bible is the law. It is non-negotiable.

However, just like in our american government, the head of the family too can become too controlling thinking they have God all figured out and that He is a certain way all the time. Granted, he never changes. That’s not what I’m saying. The God that we worship is the God who never changes, but how dare we attempt to put him in a box and think we know all about him just because of what we read in the Bible. The Bible is a very good place to start if you want to get to know God but so many of us read the thing and think we have Him all figured out. They even take the information God revealed to them and say, “well, if he spoke this to me in this situation, it must be the same for every situation and for everyone in our circle of influence.” That’s where we get legalism from.

Regarding honoring the father and mother. Being raised baptist, I and the one’s I grew up with were under strict orders never to disrespect my elders especially not our mothers. And rightly so. But as we grew so did the mandate to “honor” our parents without the balance of Paul’s admonishment for fathers to not provoke their children to wrath. In my case it was just my mother as my father had passed away when I was just 11.
Yes, so, as we were to “honor” our parents, that meant doing whatever they asked or told us to do, when they told us to do it. Again, nothing completely wrong with that. But when it came time for us young men to learn how to run a household so as to be a “Godly” father and husband someday, naturally we were supposed to learn how to follow before we could learn how to lead. The problem was some of us never got out of the “learning how to follow” part for any number of reasons. Was it because we weren’t following perfectly? perhaps. (But does it matter? Not really as we won’t be perfect at leading either.)

Most likely however, it was the fact that our parents hadn’t learned how to trust God completely and therefore didn’t know how to teach us to do so. And that spurred on the feelings of inadequate parenting.
Which in turn the commandment to honor was held over our heads when we became adults and attempted to express our individule opinions or beliefs. Or when we felt God trying to take us in a certain direction that our parents weren’t comfortable with. We were “under their roof and therefore under their authority”. When our parents assumed that position, they put themselves in danger because the real authority is God!

So, where do you draw the line when it comes to honor and worship? When you raise a child to have their own relationship with the God that you serve, is it right to use scripture to keep them at bay when God starts to cultivate that relationship, they are becoming (or have become) an adult and God wants to actually own your adult child? Isn’t that why you were raising them? to get them ready to live for Him?

So the question begs to be asked; As a parent, Do you trust God? Do you trust your young adult? So, many parents of the people I grew up with would answer yes to both these questions. but realistically, their actions showed that they don’t think they raised their child right, or they really don’t trust the God they say they serve!

And that’s why some of them left home with hurt feelings on both sides, or some (not all) of them stayed and lived in lonely resentment. It wasn’t because of rebellion! At least not towards God!
God gave them a thirst and a hunger after Himself and the parents couldn’t see that because they had their god neatly contained in a tiny little box with their preconceived ideas about what He wanted to do in the life of their now half-baked raised adult!

As a parent now myself, I understand the desire to train up a child in the fear and admonition of The Lord. But the first thing I have to realize is my daughter is not MINE. She belongs to God. I do have a responsability however. The epitimy of which consists not of making sure my children do what I say until they get married and move out. My resposability is to make sure they know God’s voice and can operate under His principles with out me having to sway them or say anything. It is up to me to help them come to this realization of a God that loves them and wants His best for their lives. And that they themselves have to seek out what it is. If I fail in this area by the time they reach the age of accountability, then I’ve failed as a parent!

Boys and girls, the object of the game is not to tyrannicly dictate what God’s will is for your child.

He never intended your parents to be your god.
He intended parents to be teammates for their young adults to give counsel to and to aid in any way possible. But when the parents start giving the answers, instead of letting the young adult get with God and having God help them figure it out, then they’ve stepped into an area that God wants for Himself!
When your teammates start to play coach, it’s gonna screw things up!

When they’re being treated like a child when they’re 25, It cheeses me off! If the parents haven’t trained this person to have a relationship with God then it’s a little too late to try to force ‘em into it now! If they DID then they should trust the relationship and understand that their adult child is now under God’s authority and MUST go to God for the answer and come to them for simple counsel. And the parents MUST trust the God they say they serve!

Actually, it is amazing how many adult children are still being controlled by domineering parents.

And finally, as long as the adult children allow themselves to be under the control of anyone else—be it a parent, spouse, or even their children—they have a problem. It is a mark of their immaturity.

Now, by control I mean abuse of God given authority. That occurs when The one with authority get in between God and the one under authority. In this circumstance, I’m talking in regards to Parents and Adult children.

Adults who allow others to control them also do so because of their immaturity and insecurity. They are afraid to stand up for themselves and take control of and responsibility for their own life. As adults we are to be our own person—under our own control and direction.

Furthermore, when adults allow themselves to be controlled by others, they cannot be under God’s control or direction. And when people, including some legalistic pastors, seek to control others, they are playing the role of God in other people’s lives.

As for married couples who allow themselves to be controlled by either of their parents, they are setting themselves up for major marital conflicts. As the Bible teaches, when we marry, we are to leave our parents and depend on each other. That is, we are to cut the emotional umbilical cord that can keep us tied to and controlled by a domineering parent. If our parents don’t cut the cord and let go, we need to cut it ourselves.

The same principle applies to single adults who have a control freak parent(s) whom they are still allowing to control them.

Sure, it isn’t easy to cut the emotional umbilical cord that’s been connecting us since we were in the womb. Try to cut it and the control freak will get mad and try to put us on a guilt trip—but that’s his/her problem and we are not responsible for his/her reaction. Cutting the cord starts by (respectfully) saying, “no,” then “No,” and then “NO!”

You can practice saying “no” to high-pressure sales people such as telemarketers and some (not all) used car sales persons. You don’t have to give a reason why you are saying “no.” In other words, start by saying “no” in the easiest places first. The more you do, the stronger and more confident you will become. It may take a while for you timid ones, but you can do it too. Or take a course in assertiveness training. It will be worth its weight in gold.

Remember, we are only controlled by others when we allow it. Furthermore, and most important of all, if we want our life to be under God’s control and direction, we need to take ourselves out from under the control (or the abusive authority) of anyone else—be it a parent, or anyone else.

This Baby’s Story…

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Friday, December 19, 2008 at 1:02pm | Edit Note | Delete

Well…Here we are at the 19th of December and along with a lot of other people asking, WHY HAVEN’T YOU HAD THIS BABY YET?! Trust me when I say, I’m feeling that way!

I want to say, God has been so good to me through this, and is teaching me a lot and I’m spending much time in prayer with Him, especially for others, and this past week has been the most trying for me in this pregnancy.

I thought I would take a little time to reflect back over this pregnancy and for any of you that are curious to the “story” of what has brought us to this point and the options of what lay ahead of us…

Here is My Story… (*Disclaimer* This note may include details of body parts or what may seem like TMI, but it’s the story… )

This all started in March of 2008, I started feeling very different to say the least, and with Bensen being only 3.5 months old, I thought that it was my body getting back to “normal” from having a baby. I had a period in Dec and Jan, but nothing in Feb which I didn’t think anything of, and when March came and still no period and all these other symptoms, I became very curious. I saw my chiropractor the second to last week of March and she had told me that she thought I was at least two weeks pregnant based off of reflexology, EDD of November 27th, 2008 (not a medical absolute)…I was shocked and didn’t know what to think. I decided to wait it out a little bit and take a pregnancy test at home. I had shown Sean as a “birthday” present that we were having another baby and had the conversation with him about not needing to use “protection” anymore because it didn’t matter! (Again I gave a disclaimer, hope it’s not too much info!)

That was the first week of April…at that point Sean and I decided not to go right to the midwives office and just to see how things go for a little while, make sure I don’t miscarry right away etc… (we had several miscarriages in the past). I finally made an appt to see my midwife the first week of June when things seemed to be going well and I felt huge already. We went through the first run through of tests and based off of when I had my last period and the size my uterus was measuring along with blood tests, she gave me an estimated due date of November 17th, 2008.

June 5th I had my first ultrasound where the thought of twins had entered the picture. My uterus was measuring at 19 weeks and the baby there was much smaller. The ultrasound gave me a due date of December 28th, 2008. I was like that isn’t possible at all!!! But I ignored it and went back to my midwife to discuss the ultrasound results with her. I told her I thought they were crazy and if that was my due date, Sean wasn’t even around, I already knew I was pregnant…etc…We did another check a few weeks later for twins and any other problems where at that ultrasound the baby measured even smaller to say I wasn’t due until January. That ultrasound measurements were disregarded all together, but non-the-less, that’s what the ultrasound said.

I feel a little silly because I thought FOR SURE she would be here by the first week of December, and that everything else was just hogwash!!!…Here we are at the 19th, and still no baby…*sigh*

Then October rolled around and I started having some strange pains that turned into 10 min apart contractions, along with some bleeding. So of course, we went to Reading Hospital OB Triage to be checked out, and they found that I had a hemorrhaging adhesion. There was no rel problem with it, but they put me on modified bed rest for only a few weeks and at that point too thought maybe my due date by ultrasound was “off”.

November came and I was certain we would have this baby before Thanksgiving because of how braxton hicks were going and the fact that I was already slightly dilated and feeling very ready to go. I am sure I drove some people crazy with my facebook status and other things because I kept thinking, she’s coming, she has to be coming!

Well, December is here! Starting December 10th, 2008, I started getting really strong and bad back pains along with contractions every 6 minutes. I had actually thought that these back pains were the start of a kidney infection because of where it hurts, how sharp it got and how constant they stayed. I had been praying for many many nights before then that this baby would be coming “today”, but once we hit the 10th, I was certain this pain could not go on forever she has to be coming. We went back into the hospital again on the 12th, and found out I had only dilated a little bit more, though I was thinning out and effacing, I really wasn’t in “active” labor, but they call it Prodromal labor. That night I was sent home with pain medicine and the dr at the hospital told me that by Monday she thought we would have a baby. Well nothing more happened except for me loosing more and more sleep due to pain keeping me awake and my nerves and emotions just melting down. Wednesday we went into the birth center and she felt the baby and said she would strip my membranes and stretch my cervix, but thought the baby was posterior (just like Bensen) and that’s why she wasn’t engaging and why I was in such a drawn out labor with such bad backpain. We dicussed C-section to be scheduled for Monday the 22nd, which is not what I had wanted all along, but if it was going to be just like Ben, I wasn’t going to put myself through it any longer. I still feel like Monday is forever away! So we can home on Wednesday went out for dinner to “relax” and I kept thinking hoping and praying that this baby would come down and be born without a c-section. I went back in on Thursday (yesterday) and had a conference with Dr Cameranno (the overseeing OBGYN for the midwives, and the Dr to do the csection) and both of my midwives, Sean and my mom where all there. After the exam more stretching and more stripping, they found that the baby had switch positions and is now at 0 station and I’m more effaced along with a slight more dilated, but still pretty stuck with dilation.

The midwives feel there hands are a little tied as to further induction of me because when I had Bensen and they gave me pitocin at the very end I had seizure like reactions and did not respond well. (I don’t respond well to synthetic hormones anyway, so it’s not a good thing) Also, breaking my water is an option, but one they still wanted to avoid because of if not delivered in a certain time frame, they would be forced to do a section anyway. We/I am very much trying to do this naturally because I will not be able to have a VBAC after this baby and my uterus is already weak enough that we may not be able to have very many children. (not that we want a ton, but we don’t want to be completely limited if we can help it)

God has been good in giving strength. Last night I was able to get 6 straight hours of sleep because of the medicines the midwives sent me home with yesterday. They are confident that I will be able to have this baby naturally with a little more time to allow this baby to come out. My fluids are good which was a concern, and she is handling contractions and stress very well with good accelerations.

So here we are, now just waiting, and as the 28th approaches, I’m wondering how this happened. Dr Cammerano has a theory, but I find it so hard to believe, but non-the-less, God has the due date of this miracle baby already planned.

I really am so thankful for all the friends and family that have supported, been here helping and those who have just been praying! It’s been a long few weeks of just being uncomfortable to now being in just down right pain with a lot of anxiety to know when she is going to be able to come, if she will be able to on her own!

So, thank you, to those who are really praying!

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 Joyce Confino at 1:51pm December 19

Megan,

Thanks so much for the explanation! I must admit I was so confused! I will be praying. Though it seems like forever now, soon you will hold your sweet baby in your arms and this time will be just a distant memory.

 Lydia Jordan at 2:22pm December 19

What is Dr C’s theory?

 Megan Gravener at 2:28pm December 19

Dr Cameranno’s Theory is quite comical actually! Guess I could have explained that in all of this!

Since I waited two more weeks to take the “home test”, his theory is, I actually conceived on Sean’s birthday when I told him I was pregnant and that the home pregnancy test was more like a home ovulation test that came up positive. Since that was my first positive home test outside of my chiropractor, you can get a false positive IF it is the day of ovulation only. I find it hard to swallow, however at that point was the first unprotected time we had together. I still had symptoms and other things that dated back two weeks or more before that test, but they still chalk that up to just having a baby! So it’s a very ironic theory that this baby was actually Sean’s bday present and it just so happened that I took the home test that particular day. If that’s what happened, then so be it. The midwives don’t particularly believe it, and that’s why we came to the due date of December 12th based off of the home test and chiropractor. It doesn’t follow anything else but the appropriate response of a home test.
*I swear I’m not crazy…but my body sure is!* LOL

 Kristen Davis Waters at 2:34pm December 19

Awww…poor thing! I was wondering about all the Facebook statuses! It sounds like it can’t be too much longer now…I’ll add you to my things to pray for!

 Eric Rachael Gregory at 3:45pm December 19

We’re all still praying for you, Megan, here in MI. Jill Herron just about jumped up and down when I told her that the baby had turned. She said she had been praying constantly that she would turn and you could have her naturally. We’re all waiting with baited breath. At this rate, you might have to post the whole delivery right on Facebook live so we can all follow it!!:-)

 Becky Price Guy at 8:48am December 20

Some bodies are definately just a little crazy (mine, too!) Jessica’s due date was based on THREE ultrasounds, all saying she was due around April 29th (we could never tell based on my wacky periods). Well, Jessica was born on March 31 at 6 pounds and 9 ounces! You can’t tell me that was a nearly five weeks premature baby. I’m fourteen weeks pregant with my second. I was just reminiscing with Mike last night about how I cried to my girlfriends in September that I had gotten my period and obviously wasn’t pregnant (despite lots of other symptoms). At that point, I was already a few weeks along! Some times it just doesn’t make sense. But I’m glad God blesses us with children anyway. They are all miracles when you think about everything that has to be in the right place at the right time to conceive. I think sometimes God just works it out according to his plan, no matter what the textbook says. Hang in there, your precious one has to come out sometime!

 Kelly Hollister at 3:39pm December 20

You’ll have to save this story for your little girl. She’ll enjoy reading about it someday, so if you have not printed it off….you should.

This is crazy.  It’s been too long since I’ve last written, and I really really really want to write so much.  I’m loosing so many memories that I want to be recorded for myself and my children.  It’s the beginning of 2009 and I’m going to resolve to write once a week!!! I can’t believe I have two children now!  I’ll have to fill this all in then.  It will help me to feel better I am sure.  today I am quite blue and sick feeling, and I want to write about how wonderful God has been to us over the past several months including the birth of Miss Jenavieve Faith!  Such a beautiful baby girl!  Speaking of, she’s screaming for me right now, so I am going to go!  (Really easy to write, right?!)