People Pleaser Right Here

I like to be liked. I am a people pleaser. I cannot stand it when someone is upset with me. I get anxiety just thinking that I may have offended someone or that I may not be doing something the right way. Since I own a business I have become pretty good at being professional, creating a plan to address issues, and tackling the issues head on but deep down inside I still have that desire to please people. I believe courteousness and the ability to read people and react properly are skills that are developed and I have improved with those over the years and subsequently my ability to please people has evolved. That being said, I am not capable of pleasing everyone and it still bothers me! Ask that friend from college, ask that patient that I had 10 years ago when I first got out of school, ask that more recent friend that I let down. Just this week ask that one person (or two) that didn’t think I came across right.
I could write a bunch right now about how we should aim to please God not man at all times. I know that but what about that verse in Luke where Jesus grew in wisdom and stature and favor with God and man. Kamp Kanakuk calls it the 4 square life. Often times pleasing the Savior will result in better relationships with other people. I guess I have a little bit more work to do to be where I need to be, both to release my hurt feelings and not have hurt feelings in the first place, but to trust God with every issue that may come up.
Enough of my mire….let me show you some cute pics that we haven’t shared

 

The dressy dress is due to attending the service of a beautiful family who lost there daughter after 6 hours of life. What a great time to celebrate her little life.

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Birthday Party for some Friends! What a joy!

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Great times in the foam pit

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Love Yall,

 

SDG

 

The Verdict is In

I will not delay the drama- we are pregnant.

However we are early, only 4w1d. As many of you know infant loss and miscarriage is very very real so we are still trust God with all of our steps.

Let me just recap a little of what happened over the last week or so.

After my original enthusiasm over the 3 surviving embryos I spoke to the Embryologist (Tom) at the end of the day on 4-25-13. I asked him what the percentages on the form meant. They read like this

Embryo 1- 70%

Embryo 2- 60%

Embryo 3- 40%

Embryo 4-10%

Embryo 5- 50%

Embryo 6- 40%

Embryo 7-50%

Embryo 8- 70%

“What in the world does that mean?” He replied “Those are the amount of cells that were alive in the embryos.” I was stunned. You mean that only 70% of the blastula’s cells are alive? He walked me through some of the pictures as well as how they determined what embryos “had the potential for life” (that is a whole blog post in its own right) and which ones do not have the potential. Sitting where I am, I am grateful for a man with such wisdom to not transfer something to me that has no chance for life. He further explained the difference between the cells that have separated into the inner cell mass (that becomes the baby) and the outer cells (that becomes the placenta). Both of these two parts have to be forming properly to have a baby. After that I asked him what he would rate the blastulas.  He told me B’s or C’s. Those of you who are familiar with fertility AA is the best AB means the baby part looks good and the placenta part looks pretty good but not as good as the AA would look. BB the BA or AB or CC or BC….on and on it goes. They rate the part of the blastula that makes the baby and then the part that makes the placenta. I am not sure why I wanted to know his ratings but I did. It actually shocked me to reality. After the excitement of the previous day I was now praying that God would grant us favor and allow a pregnancy. It was sort of sad though. I was thinking “I don’t know if I can do all of this over again”. I want these babies or this baby for our family and for the genetic family. I want them to have another child- a sibling for their daughter- I want to have another child. I don’t want to be responsible for losing these babies.

Let me tell you a little more about what happens to the embryos when they are thawed. In the past the only way to freeze embryos was by using a slow freeze technique. This results in less than 80% of the embryos surviving when they are later thawed. (Now they use a process called vitrification where they can “flash freeze” embryos with a 98% successful thaw rate.) When these embryos were thawed 3 of them were immediately considered not viable- Embryos 3, 4, 6. Embryo 5 and 7 were not considered appropriate for transfer however they wanted to grow them overnight and then see what they looked like on 4-25 before they made a decision. The next morning those embryos had also retarded their growth (stopped growing) and had darkened. This means that they were not going to be viable in the future. What if one of those had done well? They would have frozen it by vitrification and we would know that it was doing well to be able to thaw the next time.

What if we made the wrong decision to transfer 3? 

Well, over the last 4 months we have submitted the numbers to God- He is in the details we believe. I asked Tom (our incredible embryologist) about the choice of three. We ask Dr S about our chances of pregnancy with transferring 2- he told us 50-50 that we would get 1 baby. Chances of twin pregnancy with transferring 2- 30%. Well, those really are not all that great odds (at least we didn’t think so). If we transferred 3 our odds of 1 taking would be better but we might have a greater risk of twins. Paul and I prayed and felt a great peace (remember this is before we knew anything about the embryos) that 3 would be a good number. If we did have twins God was big enough to take care of us. Triplets are really not all that likely.

I listened intently to what Tom was saying and I find it interesting that there is such a clear line between the “viable” embryos and the non viable ones. Isn’t it interesting that exactly 3 survived? Isn’t it interesting that they are so different from the others? I also find if amazing that the very best embryo- the one that was already breaking out of its shell was the very last one that they thawed. It was not even fully re-hydrated when they put it in me. I really believe that God is interested in details. Also, what if we have wanted 2? They would have only thawed Embryo 1 and Embryo 2 and stopped there. I guess we really can’t play the what if game but we would have thought that we still had 6 embryos left when in reality only 1 of those was considered viable. Sure, we can see that now…. I know this sounds strange but when you adopt embryos  you just don’t know how they are going to turn out when they thaw. I have a friend who thawed one, transferred one, and got pregnant with one. I guess you never know. I will tell you I KNOW that the last embryo is one we are pregnant with (I just know it). Maybe we will call him ocho :).

Of course, we do not know the end of this story just yet. Since we are very early I covet your prayers for the health and safety of these babies. (We refer to them as plural since we transferred 3.) We pray for normal growth, continued growth, prayers that I would be very sick so I would know that they babies are doing well. We also pray that God would comfort the family that gave us the children (we haven’t talked about it but there must be a slight sense of loss) and bring us close together and in one accord throughout this time.

So, my lab today was 190- anything above a 50 is pregnant but I would have been shocked if I wasn’t pregnant. I am already craving my pregnancy stand by of mashed potatoes, I have cried (a lot), I have heartburn, feel a tightening or firming of my lower abdomen, I have a few more pangs of mild cramping, and am nauseated (already-really???). I couldn’t imagine that all of those and other things could just be in my head!

Next step?  We will retest the labs on Sunday and look for the 190 to double. That will tell us that things are proceeding normally. If not, well, God is in charge of that as well.

I would love to leave you with my favorite scripture- one that we pray over these babies-

Psalms 139: 13-16

13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.

He knew me, He knows these babies by name….He calls them by their names!

Praise Him from whom all blessings flow!

Welcome to the Family!

I have been away for over a week due to Paul being in Guatemala on a medical mission trip. So much has happened today with a shooting at the local high school and the bombing of the Boston Marathon yesterday. So much to process and I am not really there yet. At times I think “What world will these precious children grow up in?” “What will there life be like 20 years from now?” Do we really want to bring up more kids in this ugly world? Of course the resounding answer is that God is in control. From the first day until now nothing happens that he doesn’t know about. I am going to just post some photos today because I need a little more time to problem solve, meditate, and ruminate through everything. As I said in my last blog, when we found out about Jonathan we could not get him fast enough. I cannot imagine having to wait any longer than we did to get him. I want to share some of our first photo session with him. My children have a special love for their brother. It is amazing!

Photo credit to Kelly Hosch.

I cannot tell you what an amazing man this daddy is. Anyone who knows Paul knows he is something special, something different. I was apprehensive about him going to Guatemala- I will admit it! I don’t want to do life without him and I don’t want these kids to lose him. Selfish, I know. On the other hand, I am glad that we got the rest of our life insurance! (Hey, I am practical!)

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I love my brother. I only have one brother. He is also an amazing man with an equally amazing family. They could easily fill up three blogs with more information than you would want to hear my musings on. They also have an even better story to tell. I didn’t know kids could be as close as these kids are- the love that Lexi and Luke have for their little brother is really something that is new to me. Perhaps because these are a little older (my brother and I are 13 months apart) they wanted Jonathan and appreciate him more than I ever did my brother. This is a new concept for me. They really wanted this little boy!

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Luke- oh heavens! That child has such energy! Remember how I DID NOT want a BOY! Wow, I sure would have missed out on God’s amazing blessing. Even now he is my sleeping buddy. Don’t judge, I know you are supposed to kick the kids out of the bed- we don’t do the whole co-sleeper thing- but since Jonathan has been here our sleeping arrangements have been a little different. Paul sleeps by the monitor in the living room (did I mention he snores) Lexi in “grandma’s bed” and Luke with me. I love just being able to touch his foot as he sleeps or waking up with his foot or arm over my face and listening to his little snores. Boy how I love that boy!

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Lexi, my doll baby! She has a heart of gold, gift from God, just like my mother in law, or a girl version of her daddy. Modest, caring, loving, she cares about her friends, the feelings of others, and she really desires to be a little mother. More on her spirit and what she is teaching me soon.

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Brotherly love- I will do a whole post on this one! I was so busy with hearing Lexi wanting a sister I never even stopped to realize (until after we had him) how much Luke needed a brother or how special this relationship would be. Jonathan will laugh at Luke more than anyone else. Luke can come up and dance for him and he kicks and tries to dance, Lexi comes up-he smiles. Luke, he jumps out of his seat almost, Lexi again- a little giggle. Really, Jonathan has picked his favorite- it isn’t mommy or daddy- it is LUKE!

Smile! Flying Baby- as Dad says He still has that kind of confused look! How Deep the Father's Love for Us! I love you my son!

I get the privilege of mothering this child!

So, this is our new family. Now we are 5!

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A little part of this picture is missing. I would so love for Jonathan’s bio mom to know what an amazing gift she has given us. We haven’t met her and haven’t been able to tell her Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you! I hope we will someday!

Run on!

Sunday’s Coming

I would have posted this video on Friday of last week but it is used so often at Easter. This video comes to my mind as a cry of hope (that was our word for the last year) in any time of discouragement or despair. It’s Friday, the world seems dark……Sunday’s A Coming!

As we get ready to worship this morning and feel down, we trust that Sunday is here!

Father, I am available to hear your words today.

Grieving

Sleep won’t come tonight. I have had an angel sleeping next to me for almost three hours. She has the sweetest heart. Most of the time I am blogging our past experience but there are so many things that are happening in the here and now so today let me just speak my heart.

Our pastor has cancer, a malignant melanoma in his eye and Two possible spots on his liver. His daughter and I did residency together, we tried to get pregnant together. I vividly remember the day that I had to stand up and say I was pregnant with my sweet angel and she was still not pregnant yet. I am grieving for her with the idea of her father losing an eye possibly or possibly worse or possibly better. Sarah is part of the embryo story because she led us to Dr S., the specialist that we are using for our embryo adoption, and has 4 beautiful children now as a result of his help. I visited with her over a year ago again about who to pick; but back to the story at hand. I am trying to share many of this sweet families status updates on my Facebook page but one in particular stuck out to me.

Pastor Gary, his son and daughter, wife and grandson in their home

Pastor Gary, his son and daughter, wife and grandson in their home

This status was written by Sarah’s mom. It describes her feeling about her husband (our pastor) but it so describes Paul, our daddy, as well:

                Today is a new day and we are continuing to keep our eyes on the One true HOPE. Gary’s mom is still in the hospital receiving antibiotics for pneumonia. Daniel’s wife, Michelle and Bill and the Riggs kids are joining us tonight. It will be sweet and crazy to be together. 

So…I ask myself. Who will fill my car with gas and keep it clean if I lose the love of my life? And I will be mad at Gary if I have to do my own grocery shopping. These thoughts along with so many others remind me how spoiled I am by my precious husband. I’ve been told for many years to count each day as a gift. Now I know how important this is. 

If you are holding a grudge against someone, please remember that life is fragile. Don’t waist a day before making amends. 

With that said, I keep hearing my Beloved whispering “I’ve got this Baby girl.. Trust in Me.” He is covering me with that peace that surpasses all comprehension. He is my delight and I worship Him now and forever…no matter what happens.

 

They (and us too his church family) are grieving the idea that this man can lose his eye. Do we understand that God is sovereign? Absolutely! We know that He is trustworthy, He is able, He is competent to take care of us- all of his children but this still hurts.

Our daddy is in Guatemala on a mission trip right now and I am so glad that he has the opportunity to serve. He serves all day everyday both at home and at work no matter what. The quote above about filling the car up with gas, grocery shopping, getting my favorite yummies in the house are only some of the spoiling that my family receives. I know God is good and loves us and I don’t mind that Paul is gone- I just want him to be safe, I want him to be secure, I want our daddy to come home. I want the one that takes care of all of us safe and sound back here at home. I have my awesome mother here to help. It made such a difference to be able to take a nap and she went to get the donuts with Lexi (Paul’s Saturday treat to let me sleep in) as well as planted flowers with us, and made roast and potatoes. Even with all that, I want my sweet hubby to come home safe. Fortunately, we got his second life insurance policy just last month so I know that we will be fine whatever happens but I am scared. It isn’t that I don’t trust that no matter what God decides to do with our pastor and my husband that He will still work it for good, I guess I just want it my way. I want him back safe and sound. I want my friends Daddy to stay here and minister with us, to not have to go through this. Sure God is in charge but these things still hurt. Emotions don’t always obey truth they have to be processed through and made obedient but they are real none the less.

Paul keeps our home together. I know that is normally the mommy’s job. I guess because I own my business that has exploded lately we have depended on him even more. It isn’t that I even mind shopping- he just has more time to do it. I like to buy Christmas presents but he does such a better job searching the sale wracks all year long so by Christmas we have had everything for a long time.

Lexi said tonight:

“In most houses it is like “mom mom mom mom”, in our house it is always “dad dad dad dad”….

“Do you think I should do a better job with taking care of you guys?”

“Well, in our family it’s like we are treating dad like our servant”

“You Lukie and I should do more for ourselves”

…..Lexi

Out of the mouths of babes.

So, am I proud that I am not like normal women, that I cannot do without my husband who lets me sleep in, lets me take a nap, gets off work and says “How can I help you?” Immediately his first thought is “What can I do?” (ok sometimes he asks that after he has shopped at Marshalls or Ross) and then he goes and does anything that is needed. Picks Lexi up from school, takes her to carpool, goes and gets things we need. I could go on and on and on and I want him back home safe and sound. I don’t want him hurt on this trip. I don’t mind him going; I do mind him not coming home. Is the devil just playing with me? Do I not trust God? Yes, I know that God is strong enough and big enough to take care of us even if our daddy doesn’t come back but just like Luke told him tonight “Please come home daddy”.

I haven’t had to face imminent danger with my father yet although it is coming, but I am hurting for my sweet Sarah who now has to face it with her daddy. I am not as strong as these women that manage their whole homes with grace and beauty and dignity, who care for their world with amazing ease. I depend on our daddy and I want him to be safe. I also want our pastor to be safe and free of the cancer- whatever that means.

It still hurts though. I told the kids about pastor Gary’s cancer. A little girl in Lexi’s school has it right now so they understand some but not everything. They do know tomorrow’s service will be very special and they are to be there (with good attitudes) with me to hear him speak. For now we grieve………but Sunday’s a coming…………I think he will comfort us all.

No Boys Allowed!

      “Please dear Lord, don’t let me have a boy!”    

These were the words I naïvely said when my little girl was two and I found out that I was pregnant with my second. Boys were never in our plans. Why you may ask?  Daughter in laws…. I didn’t want to fall in love with my little boy rear him to adulthood only to be surmounted by a young girl who now gets all his attention. Selfish huh? Yes, but absolutely true- we had planned to have all girls. Of course, God had other plans for us and His plans are perfect.

About 4 years ago I was working with Jr High Youth at my church. I was pregnant with a baby- about 14 weeks and I would find out that week what I was having. This baby too was a girl; I had fixed my mind that boys were not in the plans for us! I wanted sister dresses, girls to play together, everything in our house was pink, play kitchens, bunnies, dress up, flowers, pink cars, and pink toothbrushes. Pink Pink Pink Pink! Let me return to my morning in our youth building- we had a guest worship band that morning. They were high school students and really good. My eyes moved from the drummer to the lead singer to the bass player and the guitar. Each one of these boys, I’m sorry young men, was a Godly example to their peers. These boys were making good decisions, using their gifts to Praise the Lord and they were leading others, even though they were youth. I kept watching the drummer, the son of my physician, one of 7, he has the stature of someone years ahead of himself (maybe because of his older brothers, I don’t know). I don’t know him, I worked with the girls, however he was the example that God used in my heart to let me know it was all ok and his will is perfect. As I watched this drummer I held my growing tummy, closed my eyes to sing and I knew, in an instant, this child was a little boy. Not only did I know the sex of the child but I knew that it WOULD be just fine. Tears filled my eyes with thanksgiving for the work of the Lord. After church I told my husband that we would be having a boy and it was confirmed a few weeks later with an ultrasound that indeed it was a boy, and he was PROUD of it! From that moment on I was excited to have my boy.

This boy is definitely a world away from his sister- even if he did play with pink toys for the first year of his life. He acts nothing like her. He is grumpy, loud, busy, and amazingly gifted in electronics. Not only that, but he LOVES his mother. There is nothing like the love of a son, he wants to snuggle and cuddle and he is ALL about mommy! I am not sure where the next part of this story goes but for now my son is our DJ (with his Ipad) and he loves music. Every morning at church my son pulls and tugs my hand to go IN to the service. He is a 3 year old who is off the growth chart of a 5 year old and clearly cannot sit through a service but he wants to go.

What has this little boy mesmerized?

WORSHIP MUSIC

No lie, this little one has an affinity for music, he is constantly playing with his guitar, drumming on a drum pad or hitting anything and everything with his drumstick. He is even drawn to the piano. This mother’s day, as I sat with my big boy on my lap he intently watched the musicians, as he does every Sunday morning. I don’t have some big meaning to all of this except the wonder of our Savior- giving us exactly what we need when we need it. This little boy radically revolutionized my heart; he won it with his tenderness, his enthusiasm, and his loving spirit. I am SO THANKFUL that God had a plan to allow me to have this little boy. How silly I was to ever want to miss this blessing.

Baby dedication was also this morning and as I sit and watch the sweet babies, I cannot help but look to the future- what will it look like next year? Will we have another part of our family? Will we still be waiting? What will our home look like? One thing that I can tell you is I want more of both- boys and girls! Will God give us siblings? Who knows!  One other thing I know for sure is I trust the HIM who formed me in my mother’s womb and every day was written in His book before one of them came to be.

Praise Him From Whom All Blessings Flow.

Happy Mother’s Day!

The Start

 

                So, here we are; the start of a new chapter. My family is entering another phase- an adoption.  Two years ago we went through an open adoption, held a leg at the birth of our child baby M, she was handed to me for me to feed and we kept her and loved her. We praised God for her, dressed her, and she happily slept in my arms between feedings. Our room was right next to the birth mom, papers were signed for the baby to be released to us and then the birth mom changed her mind. She changed her mind and we lost our little girl that our children had met and that we loved already. I cannot tell you how much I felt like she was mine.

Lord, why would you have us go through all of this if you were not going to allow us to keep this little girl. Why did my other kids meet her, why did I fall in love with this sweet child?

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Only the Father knows the plans for his children. Maybe in another blog I will go into detail about this first adoption but today we are on the cusp of a new adventure. What an adventure it has been already!

                Finally ready to jump back into the water after healing from our loss two years ago God began pulling and pulling us closer to “It’s your time now”. Actually, after we lost baby M I could sit in church without the nagging of feeling like I needed to do something more. I had been available but we ultimately did not have the child. So here we sit, God has said your time is now. I am ready, are you ready? Did I hear a voice, no of course not, not audibly but I did know in my spirit that this is the time.

My husband and I waited until 10 years after we were married to have children. We planned on children, we planned on adoption from before our marriage but we waited, finances, work issues, goals to be accomplished. We waited and waited and then it was as if we knew it was time to start our family. I became pregnant after a miscarriage and with the birth of our daughter we were forever changed. Isn’t that what happens to all of us? That was 6 years ago now and here we are with 2 amazing children. Why isn’t that enough? Why do we need more? Why don’t you have more of your own? Why adopt?

YOU MEAN YOU ARE GOING TO DO THAT!

WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT!

                Believe it or not, I have heard this from people I love and trust. The answer is simple: God has adopted us into His kingdom. Who are we, who have been given so much, to NOT adopt. How could we do anything else? So here we are, in the middle of our home study, working through the minutia in anticipation of what the next step is. For now though, we are being obedient with each small step, moving forward one foot in front of the other.

I hope this blog will “Mark each Mile” along the way. 

STEP ONE tomorrow.

Peace

Peace….

How does one start a blog? Well, you have to have something to say, something to focus on. I have so many things to say. Do I make this about business, home life, just for the family? Really though, who cares what I have to say anyway? I am just a girl in Central Texas, nothing too special about that. My name is Tamy, I have an amazing husband and to pretty cool kids (6 and 3).  I am a mommy, a physical therapist, wife, daughter, sister, and friend among so many other titles.

Peace is illusive at times. Tonight it is storming outside, lightning and thunder all around, the trees bend and the breath of the wind. I am taken back to my childhood, a special song that we sang over and over again in the church choir; I believe it was a favorite of our director.

“I Shall Not Be Moved”

Jesus is my Savior, I shall not be moved;
In His love and favor, I shall not be moved,
Just like a tree that’s planted by the waters,
Lord, I shall not be moved.

In my Christ abiding, I shall not be moved;
In His love I’m hiding, I shall not be moved,
Just like a tree that’s planted by the waters,
Lord, I shall not be moved.

If I trust Him ever, I shall not be moved;

He will fail me never, I shall not be moved,

Just like a tree that’s planted by the waters,

Lord, I shall not be moved.

On His word I’m feeding, I shall not be moved;
He’s the One that’s leading, I shall not be moved,
Just like a tree that’s planted by the waters,
Lord, I shall not be moved.

Chorus
I shall not be, I shall not be moved;
I shall not be, I shall not be moved;
Just like a tree that’s planted by the waters,
Lord, I shall not be moved.

From the lyrics above there is a lot of not being moved going on in there! I have sung that song in my head for years and years resolute in the desire to being an unwavering manifestation of the strength of the King. I am not though, I am grouchy, testy, I fail miserably at times, and I don’t keep my focus all the time but He is still there when I turn around steadfast, waiting, loving and encircling His arms around me even when I just want to push away. I want to be that steadfast tree planted by the water but all I can do is take advantage of its shade- huddled under its branches. I am a far cry from that tall tree whose roots spread out for miles. Isn’t that the best though, that our Maker loves us no matter what.

So, what about peace, that is the title of this blog? What does peace look like? More on that tomorrow but for now I just want to sit in the storm, under My Savior’s tree and be. I may not be able to heal like the balm from the trees in Gilead, or give shade to many under me but I can attach to the one who can. All my failures, all my sin, all my inefficiencies are irrelevant because of Him. That is peace.