Christmas Kitty Kelsey

Last year I won a Christmas cat photo contest with a picture I took of Kelsey. I don't know of any contests to enter this year, but I think I'll just call her my Christmas cat. She actually poses for me which is more than I can say for my other cats (or children actually.) LOL!









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March of Dimes

This video is the best description of what we went through after having twins at 23 weeks.  It shows what words cannot say.  After I showed it to Olivia and explained that today was her Homecoming Day, she exclaimed “I’m glad I stayed lived.” And then she asked if she had to go to school today. LOL!

http://youtu.be/EgQCmZX45Js

Since we are going to be the ambassador family for March of Dimes in 2014, I’m really ramping up our fundraising efforts this year. I already have the tshirts designed and will be able to sell them online this year with a portion of the money to go to March of Dimes.  How cool is that?  I thought to myself, “We have to be the team who raises the most money in our division this year!”  Then, I thought, “No. . .I want to raise more money than we ever thought possible. . .and then I want someone to raise even more than that!” That means even MORE babies can be saved by the research that the March of Dimes does.  My goal of this entire blog has been to 1) update friends and family of Olivia’s progress and 2) to raise awareness about premature birth.  This is my opportunity to do all I can in my little corner of the world.  Please help me do so as we look ahead to 2014.  So, please pray that I can do just that and I would love you to join me in my efforts.  You can click the link on the right sidebar to sign up to walk on the Olivia and Logan team or make a donation today.  I know that times can be tough, but believe me when I say that any amount helps.  I truly believe that the biggest impact can come from the tiniest things that the world has to offer.  And your kindness will come back to you tenfold.  Thank you and God Bless!!

Fun With My Girls

Always excited to eat!




Having fun under the Christmas tree.




I found two girls and two cats under the tree. Tobey doesn't show up in the picture below but he was under the tree too. LOL!





And I always catch her lounging in the cat's lounge. She doesn't play, she doesn't sit. . .she lounges. Haha! I think she sees the cats do it. If she sees something one time, she learns it.




I'm constantly telling Olivia," Don't show Abigail how to do that!" I don't want her to get any more crazy ideas than she already has. LOL! She's already a climbing daredevil.

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Birth Story

I had to send our birth story in with our March of Dimes ambassador application. I cheated and just copied it from the blog, but thought I would share it again with all of you.  We have come so far in the past 6+ years.

I will begin my story from the day I was put on bed rest with twins. After being sent home from the hospital on August 21, 2007, I was told to stay on bed rest until my next doctor's appointment on September 5th. I was almost a week into it and my symptoms were getting worse. On August 27, 2007, Ryan had jury duty. He was going to try to reschedule it, but how do you do that when you know that twins are arriving? Luckily, he wasn't chosen and he was sent home around lunchtime. He brought me a turkey croissant from La Galette. . .my favorite. Because he had the afternoon off that day, we decided to go back to the hospital. I didn't want him to take any more time off work to take me once again to the hospital to calm my fears that something wasn’t right.

Once we arrived and got settled in, my cramping had worsened and I was told that I was, indeed, having contractions. My mom soon showed up and I thought it was a little silly for her to be there. After they examined me, I was told that I was dilated 2.5 to 3 cm and they told me that this was my new home away from home. They had mentioned starting me on magnesium sulfate in hopes to stop the contractions. I was told to remain as calm and relaxed as possible. Soon afterwards, my dad and brother made it up to the hospital. I really wasn't expecting them to come, but having my family there was one of God's great blessings.

A high-risk doctor came in shortly to examine me again and I kindly asked my parents and brother to wait in the waiting room. It was then that I learned that I was over 6 cm dilated and 80% effaced. There was no time for magnesium sulfate or anything else. . . .we were told labor could not be stopped.

Now, when I was first became pregnant, I was carrying three babies. (I lost Baby B around 8 weeks.) I remember searching the internet for everything that came in threes. I came across a website and I learned about Cole, Paige and Kaylee who were born at 24 weeks. This is one of the reasons why we chose Paige for Olivia's middle name. I remember watching a video about the first three months of their life and sobbing uncontrollably. Kaylee, sadly, did not make it. No baby or family should ever have to go through all of that. It was my first real encounter with what micro-preemies experience and the first time I realized that some babies don’t get to come home. When I was told that labor was imminent. . .I knew that I was only 23 weeks, 1 day. In my mind, I kept saying, "Cole and Paige were born at 24 weeks. . .they were born at 24 weeks." I knew that every day mattered, but at least I had some gauge as to what was considered viable and what was not. Many places don't consider a baby viable until 24 weeks, but will resuscitate before that if the parents wish. We had prayed for these babies for so long and we already loved them with all of our hearts. They had to be okay.

Immediately following my second examination, my water broke. With alarms sounding, the room was immediately filled with doctors and nurses and RTs. . .and two little incubators. My contractions got very intense after that point. Ryan completely fell apart and I went into some sort of shock. I remember Ryan asking the doctors if I was okay and I wanted to respond, but what would I say? I was far from okay. This was the worst day of my life.

After my water broke, the doctor rambled off all the things that could go wrong with my babies. They had a 30% chance of survival and a 90% chance of a major disability. I didn't want to hear it. I didn't care. . .I loved my babies with all of my heart. I would handle whatever God would bless me with. I just wanted my babies. They kept asking us what we wanted to do for them. We just shouted, "Everything!! Do everything! Do what's best for the babies!" I don't know how many times we shouted that. There was nothing to think about or consider. We wanted our babies to have every chance possible. Another blessing was that I was at the hospital so that they could have immediate care. Had I been anywhere else. . . they wouldn't have had a chance.

I remember when they started telling me to push. I hadn't gotten that far in my pregnancy book. . .I mean, I had just passed the halfway point. So, I literally pushed like they do in the movies. Three pushes later. . .Olivia Paige was born.

She was born on August 27, 2007 at 6:18 pm. She weighed 1 lb 1.5 oz and was 11.5 inches long. She was bruised and battered, her skin was almost transparent and her eyes were still fused shut. They didn't wrap her in a blanket and hand her over to her anxiously awaiting mommy. We didn't even get to hear our baby cry. At 23 weeks, her lungs were not that developed. There were no first pictures together and no videos of our smiling faces. I didn't feel like the mother of a precious baby girl. . .I felt like a mother who had just lost her child. I caught a glimpse of her out of my eye before they rushed her away. Ryan said, "She's moving and she's beautiful." I kept those words with me.

I had to keep myself composed because I had another baby to deliver. Logan was breech, but they were going to try to turn him and deliver him as well. With Olivia no longer in the womb, Logan must have relished the additional leg room because he turned sideways. They said they would have to do an emergency c-section. And, just like that. . .they rushed me out of the room and Ryan was left in there all by himself. This was yet another reason that I was thankful to have my family there. Of course, my parents and brother had only stepped out of the room for a quick examination and were probably discussing my long hospital stay ahead. I would have gladly replaced my babies' hospital stay with my own. My family had to watch the alarms go off with the incubators and doctors rushing into my room. My parents didn't even know if something was wrong with me and they thought they were surely losing their grandchildren. I passed them on the way to the operating room. Again, I just stared at them. I couldn't reassure them and tell them that I was okay, because I wasn't. Ryan wasn't okay. Olivia wasn't okay and neither was Logan. This wasn't supposed to happen. . .they weren't due until Christmas and here we were in the heat of the summer. I wasn't expecting to go full term with twins, but I thought maybe Thanksgiving or, worst case scenario, it might be as early as Halloween.
I remember getting to the operating room and they placed a mask over me after another bad contraction. They told me that would be the last one I felt. . .and that's all I remember.

When I woke up, I was in a room surrounded by most of our family along with our pastor. I wasn't quite coherent, but I needed to know how my babies were doing. I guess I just kept muttering, "My babies. . .my babies. . .my babies." I would stop as Ryan would explain it to me and then I'd just continue muttering. . "my babies. . .my babies."

Logan William was born by emergency c-section on August 27, 2007 at 6:28 pm, just 10 minutes after his big sister. He weighed 1 lb 1.75 oz and was 11.5 inches long. He, too, was bruised pretty badly, but his skin seemed to be a little more developed than Olivia's. I was unable to see him until later that night/early morning when they wheeled me into the NICU. I remember seeing Logan, but I don't remember seeing Olivia. I was still pretty drugged up.

Many people came to see me in the hospital before I went home three days later. I think it was hard for people. . .they didn't quite know whether to congratulate us or tell us that they were sorry. I didn't quite know what I wanted to hear. It was very difficult to leave the hospital without my babies. I would still pat my stomach and then remember that they weren't there, but they weren't in my arms either.

Our sweet baby boy, Logan, passed away on September 28, 2007. He left a void in our hearts that can never be filled. Olivia spent 105 days in the NICU before she was able to come home. Over the past 6 years, Olivia has continued to fight and defy every statistic about 23 weekers. She is still small for her age at 35 lbs, has had 2 strabismus surgeries, wears glasses and her skin is still scarred due to her early birth. She struggles a bit with anxiety and gaining weight. But, after years of occupational and physical therapy, she entered kindergarten with no special services. This past year, she even added big sister to her list of accomplishments. Olivia is very energetic and has such a zest for life. She approaches every situation with such an appreciation for the life she has been given. She will never let Logan be forgotten as she talks almost daily about her twin brother in heaven. Olivia is so deserving of this honor and teaches us all about not only what micro preemies have to offer this world, but about the potential that exists within us all.

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Announcing. . .

We have been asked to be the 2014 Wichita Ambassador family for the March of Dimes. Olivia is so deserving of this honor. More info to come soon, but I wanted to share the announcement with you!



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12 Months

Olivia had a dentist appointment this morning and she handled it like a pro. I was so proud of her! They unexpectedly took a look at Abigail too and Olivia was such the reassuring big sister.


Abigail also had her 12 month checkup today, so it hasn't been a very good day for her. During her exam, she repeatedly signed "All Done! All Done!" She has only used that sign when done eating so I was pretty impressed that she used it in a different situation as well. She's so smart.

And here are her 12 month stats. Looking good (and I knew she had a big head. LOL.) She has lost about a pound since being sick, but it's so nice to have a child who can lose a pound and you don't worry. It's so stressful when they are less than the 1% to begin with!





I wish these weren't blurry because she was so cute "talking" on the phone.


Ryan and I have now caught whatever Abigail had and boy do we feel cruddy. It's been a long week so far, but thankfully the rest of the week should be more restful.
I can only hope.

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Sunday, December 1, 2013

Well, it hasn't been the best of weeks. Abigail has been sick, really sick. She was in the doctor last Monday with a virus, Wednesday with the croup, Friday because she was getting worse and then the ER for a breathing treatment and steroids. You'd think after having a 23 Weeker I would be skilled in dealing with lung issues, but I'm just not. Olivia has had one breathing treatment since leaving the NICU and that's when she was five! I have NO idea how that's possible as she was on a ventilator for 2 months. Poor Abigail was just miserable and sounded awful. She couldn't catch her breath and couldn't sleep because her cough was so painful! The breathing treatment made a world of difference and decreased my stress level immensely! I just wanted my baby girl to feel better.



Hanging out in a steamy bathroom with mom.



We did manage to get our Christmas decorations up this weekend.


Olivia was thrilled to have her own tree again.


And she actually helped me decorate the big tree this year and really enjoyed it!


Abigail, even not feeling the best, was into everything! LOL! She is quite the climber and we had to watch how the boxes were stacked because she'd climb right on top of them.



And she is learning how a lot of things this time of year are off limits ( like my nativity.) All of it's pieces are moved exceptionally close together and as far away from little hands as possible. I do love how she randomly throws things into the tree to "decorate" it though.

And, I was blown away by Olivia's nativity. She is becoming quite the little artist and it warms my heart to know she understands why we celebrate Christmas.






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Thanksgiving

Well, Abigail has croup. She sounds so awful, but thankfully it's only bad when she's crying or upset. Needless to say, she has 110% of my attention to minimize any tears. Her doctor put her on a steroid so hopefully she feels better soon. We actually avoided croup altogether with Olivia. That girl has some amazing lungs!! Especially for a 23 Weeker who was on the ventilator for 2 months! It's tough to protect little Abigail when she has an older sister in kindergarten though.



Anyway, hoping she feels better for Thanksgiving tomorrow. Olivia is looking forward to it.



I'm looking forward to it because last year my turkey dinner was in the hospital. Abigail was in the NICU, daddy was home with pneumonia and Olivia was at her grandparents.' My sweet mom gave up her Thanksgiving to spend it with me at the hospital so I wouldn't be alone. At least I got turkey. . .my parents didn't. So, does that mean we all get to eat double to make up for last year?

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!

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Still Can't Believe She Is One

She looks as surprised as me!


This is her cousin book that Aunt Laura made for her last year. With 6 of her 7 cousins living out of state, this helps her learn who they are.


The other day Abigail got her first ponytail. . .kind of. LOL!








And, NOW she decides that she likes the Bumbo. 😉


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Birthday Fun

This morning the birthday girl woke up and she was already one year old since she was born at 6:47 am. She wasn't quite sure what to think of all the presents!














We had her party tonight and decided on an alligator party since we call her our Abigator.


The take home treats


Smash cake


After a 2 hour nap, she was ready to party!



But, please, nothing on my head, mommy!


Okay, one picture and then it's coming off!





I think Abigail might be the only one year old who got an iPod. But, she loves it and it's a gift she can grow with, right?


Let's tear 'em up!


Just kidding. I'm going to sit here and watch you open my presents because I'm a princess. LOL!



Although I do think I'll try this out! (She actually didn't get as messy as I thought she would.)


Honk Honk! She loved her Minnie Mouse car and her laptop and bath toys, and and and. . .she got a lot of great stuff!



Still can't believe she is one year old already! Wow! She is so sweet and cute and smart and such a blessing to all who know her! Happy birthday, Abigail!!

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Happy Birthday Abigail!!

World Prematurity Day

Yesterday (yes, I’m about 30 minutes late) was World Prematurity Day.  Since my blog is centered around the premature birth of my children, I felt I needed to contribute.  I honestly could post one picture and it would just about say it all.

Olivia at just a few days old.

This picture can still bring me to tears.  The uncertainty, the pure terror, the worry and anxiety, the confusion, the devastating loss, the panic at every ring of the phone, the grief, the pangs of guilt. . .it all still exists inside of me.  As time goes by, the farther it gets pushed back, but it never takes much to bring it right back.  A smell, a place, a comment. . .and there I am sitting in the NICU watching my babies fight for their lives.  I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.  They say that what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.  I don’t know that I’m any stronger. . .maybe I am.  It’s made me feel more vulnerable, more aware, more cautious, more knowledgeable, but some days I still don’t feel very strong.  Now, Olivia. . .she is the definition of strong.  One would never peg her as strong with her petite frame and cautious spirit, but her strength never ceases to amaze me. She has an inner fight that will allow her to accomplish anything she desires. 

I love how Olivia always refers to us as a family of five. . .always, without question.  She talks almost daily about her brother.  She will make sure he is never forgotten or overlooked.  Yes, I am raising two children, but I am a mother of three. Prematurity can never take that away from me.

Olivia and Abigail have become such great friends lately. Over the past year, Olivia has struggled with jealousy a lot. . .A LOT, so this warms my heart like you can't even imagine. Olivia asks to help feed her, gets her a drink, reads to her and they love to play together. Too precious!











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