Thursday, December 8, 2016

Jackson


Dear friends,

First off we apologize for the delay in keeping you all updated on the events of the last several months. I especially want to say how sorry we are that we have not gotten back with those of you who have reached out and expressed your love and sorrow with us. Each and everyone one of you means so much to us and we will never be able to let you know how much your support has comforted us in these times.


In the days that followed Jackson's birth, Sara sat down and wrote a letter that explained our experience in a way that I would never be able to. Here is his story:

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Jackson means, "God is merciful."

We had our 20 week ultrasound on Saturday, July 2nd. I remember when the ultrasound tech told us it was a boy, I looked over at Josh, and gave him a smirking smile - he had been convinced it would be a girl! He just grinned back at me.

And then the radiologist came in the room. I’ll never forget when he told us, “your  baby’s brain is not normal. It looks like anencephaly.” I nodded my head automatically, he didn’t explain more, they already knew I was a nurse, and I didn’t ask him to. I knew what it was. I knew what it meant. But Josh didn’t know, and one of the hardest things was explaining to him what it was and what that meant for our baby.

Over the next week we had another ultrasound, a meeting with a specialist, calls from doctors and nurses. But it didn’t change anything. Nothing magically went away or changed, as I knew from the beginning it wouldn’t.

I don’t know if I am going to explain this very well, but I’m going to try. I know God can do anything. I really do. But I also know that doesn’t mean He will. Oh, you can bet I asked Him to change things; I’ve ever understood Jesus better when he prayed, “if You are willing, take this cup from me,” but he didn’t end it there; he put God’s will ahead of his own when he also prayed, “yet not my will, but Yours be done.” It’s a choice, to ask for His will over your own, not necessarily a desire of your heart. Jesus did not want what he knew was coming, and asked for it to not happen, but he also knew it was God’s will for it to happen, and he chose to submit to God’s will over his own.

One of the verses that has brought me comfort and peace since that day we found out, is Lamentations 3:22-24 (I like the ESV version for this verse).

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
His mercies never come to an end,
they are new every morning;
great is Your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in Him.”

Love. Mercy. Faithful. Hope. I could go on about each one, but I won’t. Each one has comforted and blessed me, and still He is so much more than these.

I love how Jackson’s name reminds me of God’s mercy. He has shown me mercy in so many ways throughout this. He has made decisions for me that I didn’t want to or just couldn’t bring myself to make. I don’t know why our time with Jackson was cut short, but I know it was somehow a part of His mercies.

I had the privilege of carrying Jackson for all of his 208 days. I felt all of his jabs, pokes, kicks and rolls; I rubbed my belly, talked to him and shared him with his daddy and brother. He liked to lay on my right side, and did not like it if I laid on my right side; he would poke and kick me until I rolled to the other side so I could sleep without being prodded.

Until one day, I didn’t feel him move any more. It was too soon. I wasn’t ready. But, then, I don’t think I ever would have really been ready.

When he came, he came quietly, with his daddy right there to be the first one on earth to hold him. And I was the last. He spent the night snuggled in my arms, and as I slept off and on throughout the night, every time I opened my eyes I got to see his little face. I couldn’t get enough of his round, hairy little cheeks. They were so soft. When it was time, I kissed his cheek and told him I loved him. And then we left the hospital with empty arms.

“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in Him.”

Where would I be if I was without hope? My hope is not just in Him, it is Him.

Never have I been so thankful for my Savior’s sacrifice as I am now. He not only died to save me, but He gave Himself up for my children. His death paid the price so that my babies could be with Him. Not even for a second have I wondered or worried about where Jackson was; I know he is safe in the arms of the One who made him and loves him.

In 2 Samuel 12, King David’s infant son becomes sick and dies. David’s servants are confused when they tell him his son has died, and he gets up from his fasting and praying, and eats. David replies, “While the child was still alive, I fasted and wept. I thought, ‘Who knows? The Lord may be gracious to me and let the child live.’ But now that he is dead, why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I will go to him, but he will not return to me.”

I know Jackson will not come back to me, but someday, I will go to him.




Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Staying in OKC

I realized a few days ago that I had written this almost a month ago... and never posted it! Silly me! 


Announcement! We are officially staying in Oklahoma City, at least through the end of October, hopefully through December. The hospital asked me to extend my contract, but the unit I'm working on isn't really my favorite, so they offered to move me to the Pediatric Hematology/Oncology (Hemoc) unit. I immediately liked that idea a lot, so I said yes!






This is a great opportunity for me since I don't have "official" hemoc experience. The unit I worked on for seven years in Wichita had oncology patients, and I loved working with them, but the unit also had everything else (surgical, respiratory, trauma, etc.). Because it wasn't an exclusively hemoc unit, it doesn't "count" as working in hemoc. Sounds silly, I know, but I didn't make the rules! Being able to work on an exclusive oncology unit will give me more opportunities in the future and be a good learning time for me too.



My last day on my current unit will be July 17th, and I start on the oncology unit on August 3rd. It will be nice to have a little time off work, and there are a few things we plan on getting done during that time (as well as go to a special wedding! Yay!). Pray I will finish well on the unit I'm still at, and that we will make good use of the time off when that comes.


Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Around Town

Eli's current favorite thing to say is, "wha you doin'?" Usually Always repeated constantly until you answer. And after you answer, he forgets in about fifteen seconds (or just wants to check what you might be doing now)... so he asks again, "oh, wha you doin' Momma? Wha you doin'?"

Now if we could just get him to say, "how you doin?" it would make it a whole lot funnier.



Walking around town...



Eli loves to feed ducks!
These ducks were a little too enthusiastic... one of them nibbled on his hand a little bit!
(he was surprised, but not hurt or upset)


You know what's great after a walk? Ice cream! It makes everything better. :)






OKC Kid's Fest at the Cox center
There were all kinds of booths, with crafts, information, things to play with, gifts and treats. Some of the things were a little old for him, but he still had great fun! One of his favorites was getting to go inside a real ambulance!


Making a superhero mask


Super Eli!




Cool sunglasses (that he didn't want to keep on).




But he did show the big dog his sunglasses :)


Fireman's hat! I think he liked it a little bit...


And a sucker to end the fun!


Not so fun when it's all gone.



Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Family Time

Visiting with family is one of my favorite things! 


Who wouldn't love this sweet face?





Oh, what a look!


Taken by Eli


Also taken by Eli


*Not* sharing with cousins


Loving on babies


"Fishing" at the park


He loves helping!




Super bright day, but he loved, loved, loved the trains at the Jenks herb festival. He really wanted to hold them!






Sad because he can't touch the trains!






This was the best self-control I've ever seen from him! NOT touching the train inches from his fingers!

Web City Park














Everyone has fun at the park!








She sure loves her daddy!







Why are rocks so fun? To stand on, climb, jump off...






... and throw in the water!




Even now, weeks later, Eli sees these pictures and talks about throwing rocks!




Believe it or not, this is not the same rock as before...




I think he was asleep half way back on the five-minute drive from the park to the house.