Last night I took the boys to Awana. I stayed because it was "Kid Lead" night...so we reversed roles. At snack time they typically have a "counsel" session when they learn a bible story or some sort of lesson. Well, since roles were reversed, the kids were supposed to share something. A few kids had been chosen ahead of time to share...some did, some got shy and backed out. Well, Brady turned to me and said, "Mom, when is it going to be my turn?" I looked at him with much skepticism...he is usually really shy for things like that and plus he's only 4! I whispered, "you want to share something?" He looked at me and nodded and said, "Yeah, I want to tell everyone about Samson!"
Again, I'm thinking....he is going to drag me up there, and then chicken out and not say anything...
Well, this was out of my hands. Brady proceeded to raise his hand and patiently wait to be called on. Since he wasn't one of the "planned" speakers, he had to wait awhile. He persisted and continued to raise his hand until someone called him up. (The adult leader looked at ME skeptically, and all I could do was shrug and smile!) Brady marched up to the front with a confidence I didn't know he had. He turned toward the entire group, raised his arms up and flexed his muscles! His "story" went something like this:
"Well I'm going to tell you about someone strong. I'm talking about Samson! He just pushed down the walls of a building and all the people just died." (He added in motions and actually looked like he had rehearsed!) He smiled, people clapped, and he came back and sat down.
Wow. I gave him a high-five and tried to choke back my tears. What a guy. I was so proud of him...that was ALL him...none of it was me and it was precious to watch. God is working in that little guy...I'm so glad I was there.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Ultrasounds, ultrasounds...
So, I went to the doctor yesterday for my big ultrasound (I say big, since I've had 2 short ones already!). I'm 21 weeks now...feeling the baby swim around and feeling not so bad! So this was the ultrasound where the doctor measures everything, checks for all the body parts, organs, etc. Baby looks great! I am very thankful that God is forming this little one...especially since I don't feel like I've been able to control much about this pregnancy. The baby measured right on target for my due date, and we even saw the little one take a big yawn! Of course, we don't want to know if its a boy or girl, but the doc said she couldn't tell anyway! Baby had its legs crossed throughout the whole ultrasound :) Andy, Brady, and Luke were all in the room and enjoyed seeing the newest Paugh show off a bit.
Next, the boys left the room and my doctor continued the ultrasound. She discovered that I have a slight placenta previa condition. Basically this means that my placenta is very low and currently covering my cervix. Generally these conditions improve as the uterus grows, and eventually the placenta grows up and out of the way. So there is time for this condition to change. However, according to my doctor, this needs to occur before 28 weeks, and it needs to be a full 4 cm away from the cervix in order to be cleared for a vaginal delivery. If it doesn't move by 28 weeks, she will send me to a high-risk doctor and I will have to have a c-section. At that point the goal is to get me to full-term (36 weeks) without bleeding. If there is bleeding that brings in a whole new set of complications that we won't talk about for now. I return to the doctor in a month for yet another ultrasound to see if the placenta is moving. Currently I just have to take it easy, be careful about lifting, etc. and pray that I don't have bleeding and that the placenta will grow out of the way. Thank you for praying with me!
It seems that I keep learning the same lesson over and over. When I had my first miscarriage I realized that even with my best intentions, sometimes I am just not in control! Can you imagine? :) After that loss, God really sunk the message home: "I am in control. I know the little one inside you, I am forming that little one and love that baby more than you could ever know. I know what is best. Trust me!" And as that sunk in, I determined to be thankful...for each moment God allows me to be pregnant, for each day I get to experience the joy of feeling a baby move inside me, for even getting to experience labor, for the exhilaration of a birth experience, for each day spent with one of my kids, for each day of life. I choose to be thankful whether I get to be pregnant for only 12 weeks (as with the first), or whether God gives me a lifetime to enjoy my kids. Each day is precious and simply not guaranteed. God continues to hold me to that...through my pregnancy with Brady and my fear of losing a child again...through the fear that comes when my child gets hurt or sick, or runs out of my line of sight for the first time, or falls down the stairs, or gets a bloody nose for no reason at all...through the fear of the unknown...sickness, fever, when should I take him to the doctor?, finding out from the doctor that my firstborn needs surgery and might have cancer...I could go on, and on. The point is, I am never in total control. And when I think about it, PRAISE GOD for that! And so, as I wait to see what the outcome of this pregnancy will be, I am determining to be thankful for each moment I have, and trusting the rest to my loving Lord.
Next, the boys left the room and my doctor continued the ultrasound. She discovered that I have a slight placenta previa condition. Basically this means that my placenta is very low and currently covering my cervix. Generally these conditions improve as the uterus grows, and eventually the placenta grows up and out of the way. So there is time for this condition to change. However, according to my doctor, this needs to occur before 28 weeks, and it needs to be a full 4 cm away from the cervix in order to be cleared for a vaginal delivery. If it doesn't move by 28 weeks, she will send me to a high-risk doctor and I will have to have a c-section. At that point the goal is to get me to full-term (36 weeks) without bleeding. If there is bleeding that brings in a whole new set of complications that we won't talk about for now. I return to the doctor in a month for yet another ultrasound to see if the placenta is moving. Currently I just have to take it easy, be careful about lifting, etc. and pray that I don't have bleeding and that the placenta will grow out of the way. Thank you for praying with me!
It seems that I keep learning the same lesson over and over. When I had my first miscarriage I realized that even with my best intentions, sometimes I am just not in control! Can you imagine? :) After that loss, God really sunk the message home: "I am in control. I know the little one inside you, I am forming that little one and love that baby more than you could ever know. I know what is best. Trust me!" And as that sunk in, I determined to be thankful...for each moment God allows me to be pregnant, for each day I get to experience the joy of feeling a baby move inside me, for even getting to experience labor, for the exhilaration of a birth experience, for each day spent with one of my kids, for each day of life. I choose to be thankful whether I get to be pregnant for only 12 weeks (as with the first), or whether God gives me a lifetime to enjoy my kids. Each day is precious and simply not guaranteed. God continues to hold me to that...through my pregnancy with Brady and my fear of losing a child again...through the fear that comes when my child gets hurt or sick, or runs out of my line of sight for the first time, or falls down the stairs, or gets a bloody nose for no reason at all...through the fear of the unknown...sickness, fever, when should I take him to the doctor?, finding out from the doctor that my firstborn needs surgery and might have cancer...I could go on, and on. The point is, I am never in total control. And when I think about it, PRAISE GOD for that! And so, as I wait to see what the outcome of this pregnancy will be, I am determining to be thankful for each moment I have, and trusting the rest to my loving Lord.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Too much candy!
Whew! I am Halloweened-out! Its been a lot of fun...but with 4 events in 4 days...I'm ready to move on to the next thing! Wednesday was our Mom's Club party...Luke was too sick to go, so I took Brady and cousin Megan. Brady was Spiderman and Meg was a Lion (same one that Courtney wore when we were little!) They played a couple games, colored trick-or-treat bags, made a craft, trick-or-treated around the room while pretending to be different "spooky" things, decorated cookies/cupcakes, and had some snacks (fruit tasted awesome after all that!). It was a fun party.
Thursday afternoon was Brady's preschool party. Its not his normal day to go, but we were invited anyway. I gave him the option of me dropping him off, or that I could stay...he said he wanted me to stay with him and that was great to hear :) Brady was Batman for this party. (thankfully these were all pass-me-down costumes!) We had a lot of fun together and it was great to see him in his classroom setting with his teacher and classmates. They played games, did the "spooky walk" song, had snacks, and paraded around the school to show off their costumes and get yes, more candy.
Friday night was the Grand Lake Elementary Carnival. We love going to this because it is safe, indoors (nice when its freezing outside), we see lots of friends, and the kids have lots of games to play. We were there the entire evening. Luke was finally feeling well enough to participate. He dressed as a Mummy. He loved the music playing in the background and strutted his stuff around from game to game. He was fun to watch! Brady was Batman again and spent most of his time in the jumpy castle. Eventually he did make it around to all the games though. We again got tons of candy...but we were able to eat dinner there too. It was a good time!
These costumes were for Saturday...see description below!
Saturday...well, Andy had a basketball game to coach, and I was thoroughly exhausted so I didn't plan on going anywhere...however, my mom called and told us about a costume contest and trick-or-treating around the town businesses at noon. Dad promised to go with me and help with the boys, so we decided to go. This time, since we were outside, we used the "warm" costumes we had. Luke was a bumble-bee and Brady was a stinky skunk! Everybody loved the skunk costume (homemade by Susan Grogg....thanks!). And of course, it doesn't really matter what Luke wears, he always attracts attention with his dimples! The boys had a good time, got TONS more candy, and wore Papa and I out! We are really ready to move on towards Thanksgiving :)
Thursday afternoon was Brady's preschool party. Its not his normal day to go, but we were invited anyway. I gave him the option of me dropping him off, or that I could stay...he said he wanted me to stay with him and that was great to hear :) Brady was Batman for this party. (thankfully these were all pass-me-down costumes!) We had a lot of fun together and it was great to see him in his classroom setting with his teacher and classmates. They played games, did the "spooky walk" song, had snacks, and paraded around the school to show off their costumes and get yes, more candy.
Friday night was the Grand Lake Elementary Carnival. We love going to this because it is safe, indoors (nice when its freezing outside), we see lots of friends, and the kids have lots of games to play. We were there the entire evening. Luke was finally feeling well enough to participate. He dressed as a Mummy. He loved the music playing in the background and strutted his stuff around from game to game. He was fun to watch! Brady was Batman again and spent most of his time in the jumpy castle. Eventually he did make it around to all the games though. We again got tons of candy...but we were able to eat dinner there too. It was a good time!
These costumes were for Saturday...see description below!
Saturday...well, Andy had a basketball game to coach, and I was thoroughly exhausted so I didn't plan on going anywhere...however, my mom called and told us about a costume contest and trick-or-treating around the town businesses at noon. Dad promised to go with me and help with the boys, so we decided to go. This time, since we were outside, we used the "warm" costumes we had. Luke was a bumble-bee and Brady was a stinky skunk! Everybody loved the skunk costume (homemade by Susan Grogg....thanks!). And of course, it doesn't really matter what Luke wears, he always attracts attention with his dimples! The boys had a good time, got TONS more candy, and wore Papa and I out! We are really ready to move on towards Thanksgiving :)
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