• Jun. 9, 2006
Part II
Jim says I stopped mid-story. So I did.
Kyla was born in September, and I enjoyed staying home with her. I was scheduled to return to work after Thanksgiving break and I was truly looking forward to it. You see, as a mother I had no idea what I was doing, but I had been trained as a teacher. That I knew how to do and felt comfortable doing it. The Lord blessed us in finding an amazing sitter for Kyla. I never once worried about her while she was at Jeri's. I knew that she was being well taken care of and loved.
The following summer I finished my master's degree. I remember the talk of the graduation party was let's all get our doctorates. Because of the program I was in, I had been in classes with the same 30 people for two years. So it only made sense that some of us would go on together to get our doctorates. When we were leaving the party I mentioned to Jim that I was interested in signing up and I think his response was something along the lines of let's wait and see.
So back I went to full-time teaching. It was great. I didn't have classes hanging over my head and was having so much fun. I loved my job, my school and my first grade team, my baby, my husband. What could be better??
In February we found out that I was pregnant again. This was not planned and very much a surprise. This baby and Kyla would only be two years apart and I remember thinking that that was a little close in age 
. That alone should tell you that I had no clue what the next few years would hold. On Valentine's Day of that year, I started to miscarry that baby. It wasn't meant to be. I remember praying in the weeks that followed that I would be pregnant by October - which is when that baby would have been due.
On July 4th we got another positive test. I knew from the beginning that this pregnancy was much different than Kyla's had been. I was sicker than a dog for the first 16 weeks. When I started feeling better, I started to bleed. It was discovered that I had a tear in my uterine lining and was put on bed rest. Because of this and because I had placenta previa I started having Level II ultrasounds every month.
In January it was determined that Kevin' head was growing at a faster rate than the rest of his body which was a cause for concern. At the beginning for February the technician found some damage which indicated that this baby was a miracle and that there was a good chance that this would be my last baby. That was quite a shock. I wasn't sure if we wanted more, but it was surprising to learn that this may be my last baby.
In mid-February three things happened that were to heavily influence the next months of our lives. First at my ultrasound, the technician found a uterine band. Because of the location of the band it was hard for them to get a clear shot of it. I was told either it could be nothing or there could be a chance if Kevin were to get tangled in it that they would have to amputate a limb soon after he was born. The second was that Jim, at this time, was working a lot. So much so, that he had stopped going to these appointments with me. He then told me that he had a business trip and would have to be out of town soon after the baby came. And, third, and most heartbreaking for me was that my most wonderful, godly grandad passed away. I was the only one in my family and extended family that was unable to attend his funeral in Texas.
These three main things, peppered with several other smaller things, sent me on a path - a very dark path - that I had never been on before. Little did I know what the following 10 months were going to bring.
Comments
• Jun. 10, 2006
Bigger wow than yesterday!
Posted by LadyPoet33
Now, I am waiting for the next post. What a journey you have been on!
I know what it's like to have to be told that you cannot have more kids. It's a hard thing. My last 2 both came very near to dying. We were very blessed, in that they lived, and are my babies (7 and 5yob). I love to cuddle them, and my 5yo is a kisser and a hugger. I am just so lucky to have my kids. I am more happy to have them in my life than you can imagine.
I am so blessed to be able to homeschool them, and spend each and every day with them. I LOVE it!!!
We grow from our trials. I found that I even grow from the dark parts of my life. I usually come out of it with a small treasure of faith, and a better appreciation for the blessings I have.
I look forward to hearing the rest of your story.
Drop by my blog, I have my camping pictures up now, thanks to Amber!
LadyPoet33
• Jun. 12, 2006
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Posted by OreoSouza
Wow! Wow wow wow! Waiting for Part 3 with baited breath!
