Life in Holland: God Help Us

Monday, January 3, 2011

God Help Us

Long story short- I am pretty much on bedrest now. I am allowed to get the kids ready for school and take them and get them ready for bed at night but am pretty much supposed to be on the couch otherwise. I can still take them to their doctor's appointments and speech though. I had an unplanned OB appointment today with a blood pressure of 168/90 and an unrelenting headache since Saturday night. Gabe had a reactive heart rate on his NST but he would not really move around like Dr. Cummings wanted him to. He passed his BPP though. I escaped the hospital by the skin of my teeth. I am 28 weeks today. Please send as many prayers as you can spare that Gabe and I can hold on for at least another 4 weeks.

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~Praying Through Life~January 3, 2011 at 4:41 PM
One of my New Years resolutions was to start a prayer journal, again...you and Gabe just made my list!
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jamieJanuary 3, 2011 at 8:22 PM
Oh Jamie - so sorry to hear your on the couch now. You and Gabe have more time - I can feel it (I hated when people said that to me - but now I understand it!)

Hope you have some good TV to catch up on!
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AnonymousJanuary 6, 2011 at 9:31 AM
Been praying for you both everyday!

Wendy Chambers
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I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this....When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy." But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned." And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.