Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

July 2, 2014

Trials, Blessings, Cancer.

By Hannah
Introduced by Amy

Hannah is my friend who my son may love more than me.  (Kididng, Not Kidding. He asks for her and tells me that he loves her--no joke!  Pretty bold for a two-year-old, huh?  Ha!)  My husband met her in their grad programs, and he heard that she is amazing with kids (she's the oldest of six kids--she's had a lot of practice), so we asked her to babysit.  Seriously, I remember thinking watching her interacting with my son, "Crap, she's better with my baby than I am!" 

Hannah is mature beyond her age, super talented (she's got a gorgeous, soulful voice and some mean piano skills) and she truly is beautiful (to use the cliche) inside and out.  One night after she came over for dinner with us, we talked for hours, and she told me about her battle with cancer.  I was blown away.  Not just that she'd already faced such a trail (she's only like 21!) but I was amazed by her attitude about the whole thing.  Most of us would be so angry with God, with fate, with destiny, or whatever to have to deal with chemo and hospital stays while the other girls our age are crushing on boys and planning for prom.  But not Hannah.  So of course, being the weirdo blogger lady that I am, I begged her to share her story here on SOM. :)  

I hope you find her story as uplifting as I did!  Enjoy! :)
-Amy

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January 24, 2009 was a day that began one of the most treasured experiences of my life: My cancer. 

Wait, what?

Just keep reading.

I was sixteen years old, was finally coming out of my awkward stage, had just gotten my license, and was two weeks into my second semester of college. (I homeschooled so I was able to finish my coursework and graduate from high school early.) I was on top of the world. I'd always had a plan for how my life was supposed to go, and things were right on track. Life was perfect.

Out of nowhere on a Sunday evening, I felt a dull pain in my lower left side. It was like it was just underneath my ribs, but I didn't think much of it. By that Wednesday I could tell it wasn't just going to go away. Over the course of that week my pain got much worse, and by that Saturday morning I was convinced I was dying. My mom took me in to urgent care and demanded that they do a chest x-ray. We were taken into the doctor’s office where she showed us the x-ray on a computer screen. She pointed to the picture as she said, “This is your right lung, and this is where your left lung should be, but it’s not.”

My thoughts started racing. I only have one lung? I’ve only had one lung for a whole week?! My mom and I were sent directly to the emergency room where a team of doctors was waiting for us. People were throwing the term “chest tube” around, and in my mind I was picturing something similar to a bike pump that they could just put down my throat, pump my lung up, and send me home. So I was confused when I was told to don a hospital gown and lay on the stretcher. The doctor explained that they were going to have to make an incision in my side to insert a chest tube which would hopefully drain the fluid they were guessing was there which had probably caused my lung to collapse. However, because I had had some crackers within the past hour, they weren’t going to be able to give me any general anesthesia. They could only numb the skin they were going to cut into.

They cut me open, and I remember it feeling like someone was running an ice cube across my skin. Then I felt all of it. They shoved a tube through my muscles and ribs, and immediately three liters of fluid began to drain from my chest cavity. My mom sat by my side as my body racked and jolted with the pain. I remember thinking I needed a distraction, so I screamed for my mom to tell me stories. Thankfully, they gave me something to make me forget what I felt.

I was then life-flighted to a bigger and better hospital about an hour’s drive from where we lived. I spent a week undergoing countless number of x-rays, MRI’s, CT scans, blood draws, having a second chest tube placed, and a bone marrow biopsy taken all of which only told us that there was a “mass” in my chest. Our last resort was to take a biopsy of the mass, or tumor, which confirmed my diagnosis of Non-Hodgkin’s T-cell Lymphoblastic Lymphoma.

I had cancer.

I didn't really know what it meant. I just knew my grandpa had died from it, and it was what the cardboard signs at McDonald’s with bald children on them asked you to donate to. Over the next two years I received chemotherapy and became much more acquainted with what it means to have cancer. 

My little brother and sister visiting me in the hospital.

It means that some things matter and others don’t. One day after I'd come home from a chemo treatment, I went straight to my bed. I was exhausted, but was distracted by my siblings fighting over something inconsequential and my mom yelling at them for it. I got out of my bed and walked down the hall to the top of the stairs so that everyone in the house could hear me. I screamed at the top of my lungs for them to stop it and that it didn't matter. I’m sure my mom about had a heart attack to hear me exerting myself that way.

It means that appreciating the little things can make all the difference. For about three months I barely left my bed, and I lost about 60 pounds. All of my muscle was practically gone. I remember the first time I put my pants on by myself, took a shower without assistance, made a meal for myself, and even just sat up for an entire day rather than lying down. Can you imagine how elated I was when I ran for the first time? Occasionally it still hits me when I'm doing something as simple as brushing my teeth… “I used to not be able to do this.”

It means that acts of service are the greatest ways for us to become closer to our Savior, on both the giving and receiving end. One night I was craving pickles, and my friend brought me a baggie of them the next morning. Another night I wanted ice cream, and a friend who was visiting ran home and back again to bring me some. I craved yummy potatoes, and a friend made us two giant pans so we could freeze some. Another friend helped me wash my hair as chunks of it fell into her hands. So many other acts of service were rendered, and each one helped me feel how mindful the Lord was of me in that time.

When I started growing back a little fuzz...

Wig shopping!
It means that there are more people within our sphere of influence than we can ever imagine. When I was almost fully recovered, I was out and about with my grandpa when he asked me to make a phone call for him. I explained to the man who I was, and he immediately asked if I was the granddaughter with the cancer. I laughed and said that I was. He told me that he and his wife had been praying for me for a good long while, and they were glad I was doing alright. Crazy, huh? I’d never met these people, but their relationship with God was being strengthened as they prayed for me.

It means so many things. I could not hope to list all of the things I learned through that process, and the things I am continuing to learn because of it. To name a few: It’s all about perspective. Life is beautiful. Your level of gratitude is directly related to your level of happiness. Everything that happens to us can benefit us if we let it. Family will always be there. God’s plan for me is far better than anything I could ever plan for myself. I am in control of my attitude. Your best tools are optimism and positive thinking. 

My family!
The biggest lesson I learned is that love wins. 

Nothing is more important than true, pure, eternal love. Love without judgment or reserve. Love the people you don’t know, and remember to love the people you do know.

Love your trials.

Love yourself.

Love the Savior.

Love life.

But most of all, know that you are loved.

Hannah

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Isn't she amazing?  I am continually inspired by her attitude...sheesh, I get a sinus infection and I'm about ready to give up on life!  Ha!  Thank you, Hannah, for sharing your story with us!

Friends, have you ever dealt with a long-term illness?  How did/do you get through?  How do you keep positive in such a heavy trial?  We'd love to hear your perspective!

I am amazed by those who constantly battle a chronic illness, but continue living their lives.  What a struggle!  Especially mommas who have a family to care for...wow.  Not only physical illnesses-- mental illnesses would also be such a difficult struggle, because many times, no one fully knows the extent of what you're going through since it's not something that can be seen on the outside.  It makes me want to be more aware of those around me and be quick to serve, like the friends and family in Hannah's life.  I love her motto: Love Wins.  I agree.  Love wins, because after all is said and done, the acts of love and service given during a trial, as well as our increased reliance on the Savior, give meaning to what could have otherwise been just pointless suffering.  We will all have times when we get to be God's hands for others as well as times when we will be on the receiving end of loving service!  Heavenly Father is pretty darn smart for designing life that way. :)

Please leave your comments, Like and/or Share!  Love to you all!  





June 24, 2014

Is Foster Care Right for Your Family?

Interview with Delilah
Introduced by Amy

You know how you meet certain people and you can just tell that they got smarts?  Like they just know what's going on.  That's how Delilah is.  She is funny, capable, thoughtful, and welcoming to everyone...she is such a cool momma!

I met Delilah at church when my husband and I moved to our town about 2 years ago.  (Remember the Epic Treehouse Playdate post?  Delilah and her kids came!)  As I got to know her better, I was amazed at her journey to motherhood.  She has four kids; the first three are adopted-- each of them came to their family first through foster care.  Then the miracle baby, Jasper, came unexpectedly when Delilah became pregnant after experiencing years of miscarriages and infertility.

This is Delilah! With baby Jasper at my parent's treehouse.
I was so interested to hear about her experience being a foster parent, especially since she also has the background of a social worker/foster care educator.  My personal interest in foster care started when I met my friend Lawanna, a sassy, hilarious girl from inner-city, Little Rock, Arkansas.  She was living as a nanny with a family in my town.  When the nanny job ended, I invited her to stay with my family until she knew what she wanted to do next.  She stayed for two months...we laughed our heads off every day!  It was fun being roomies, even though she made fun of my white girl dance moves. (ha!)  As we became close, she told me stories about her difficult childhood and I was appalled to hear about some of the foster homes she was in.  Most homes she bounced in and out of, and she often dealt with neglect and abuse.  I remember being so frustrated thinking, "These kids deserve and need sooo much better!"

I've thought about foster care ever since meeting Lawanna.  These children need safe homes, they need love, and they need stability--especially the older ones who people aren't generally clamoring to bring into their homes.  When I was teaching Jr High and High school Art, many times it was the troubled kids who gravitated toward me and confided in me.  It was pretty heartbreaking to hear their struggles. I was so glad I could be a trusted adult in their life, but I felt so limited in the amount of practical good I could do as their public school teacher.  It made me want to do more; even one person's positive influence can change a life!

But foster care is a big choice.  Sometimes you hear the sad stories where there is a foster child brought into a home, and then that child abuses one or more of the other children in the family, because they are just acting out on what they have been victims of themselves.  I have to admit, this scares me.  I would have such a hard time forgiving myself if I had allowed harm to come to one of my own children, even in trying to help another.  I think that is a valid concern and one that takes careful consideration as to the ages of the children you will have placed in your home, their genders etc. in comparison to your own children, as well as the specific struggles in their background.

But, the one question I've wondered, over and over is: Can I (can we--my husband and I) do it?  These children are  coming from hard situations.  Can I be patient, loving, and firm enough to be a good foster mother?  Do I have the emotional resilience myself?  It's been a wake-up call to have my own child...parenthood is not easy.  So am I really a good fit for the extra challenge of foster care?

But then I think, "These children!  They have lived through so much suffering by no fault of their own. No child should grow up without knowing security and peace."

It's a big decision, one that my husband and I are not ready to make right now, having a toddler and a baby on the way.  But it has been so nice to talk to Delilah and get a realistic idea of what it actually entails to be a foster parent, for that time in the future when we are ready to make a decision.

I am SO happy Delilah agreed to share her insights here at SOM; I hope that you find this interview helpful, whether you've ever wondered if foster care would be right for your family or even if you're just curious about the process.  Enjoy!
-Amy

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Ok, Delilah...How did you first get involved in foster care?

Well, I was a social worker and a lot of my friends worked at child protective services. I was working at the domestic violence center and I had a friend who was frustrated looking for a family for a child--we often talked about our jobs and she expressed this need. I was newly married, for about a year, and wanted kids.  I thought, "Ya know, I can be a mom to these kids till my family comes." So we signed up and took the classes and did the background check and we got a baby within two months of finishing the training. It wasn't overwhelming cause I worked in daycare all through college and I am the oldest in my family so it wasn't a big deal to me. It was really fun and we had him for 8 months. He ended up being adopted by one of his relatives. Now, he’s growing up with his cousins.

What is the goal of foster care?

Reunification. That means, you are caring for kids temporarily while the parents have the time they need to get healthy. And foster parents need to know and be ok with that. We want the children to be able to return to their parents. Most kids go back to their families, but that number is dropping everywhere in the nation. There’s a big push nationally for kinship care, so when a child has to be taken from their home, they try to place them with kin (blood relative comes first) or anyone that the family deems as kin (like a neighbor that the kids have grown up with, someone close to the family.) When a kid goes into care, they hold a family meeting and everyone who is connected to that kid can come to have a say. Even their school teacher can be there. They are trying to see what support there is for this child.  It’s usually at that meeting that someone will step forward to say that they can care for this child.  If there isn't someone among the kin who is able and willing to take in the child and be their foster parent, then they will look for another foster family to place the child in.

How does a child get put into care?

There has to be a law broken for a kid to end up in care. A super dirty, unsanitary house is considered endangerment of a child. Law enforcement declares a child in imminent danger, then they press charges, and then the social worker comes in with law enforcement to take the child into custody. A neighbor may call in who is worried, who knows something is up, and a social worker can come in and visit the family. If they see a problem they will contact the law.

How can you know if foster care is a good fit for you and your family?

When you come to the foster care training it lasts 9 meetings and that’s really where you can go through the process of deciding if it fits or not. Sometimes people think "I’ve always wanted to do this," then in the classes they realize it’s not what they thought it was. And’s that’s totally ok. We would rather people go into that class and opt themselves out, then go through the whole process, then we place kids with them, and then they change their minds and we have to move the kids again. We are trying to prevent as much loss and change as possible for these children. We need to keep the kids in a stable place, that is the goal.

Foster care is hard. There’s nothing easy about it. The families that do well are those who want to provide a service for kids in need. Sometimes we have couples who have already raised their kids. But they may have limitations because of their age, so maybe they could have a 10-year-old, but not an infant. They can do well.  They have the skills. They are talented parents. They are calm and let things roll. They understand child development. And they do a great job.

But you don't necessarily have to have already raised your kids. Every couple has to decide during that training what age of children they can take.  They have to look at their own families needs.  And there are guidelines: for example, kids of opposite sex can’t share a bedroom. Any foster child has to be in a room that has an egress window so a firefighter can get in and out. It depends on space and what the family wants. Most families want a baby or a younger kid. But, will we call you if we have a sibling group of 10, 11, 12?  Absolutely. When there’s a need, we call. And, you completely have the right to say no.  You wouldn't end up in any situation you didn't agree to. But, we want people to know, when you sign up for a service, sign up for a service. If they are really narrow in what children they are willing to take, they just sit on the list. We can't utilize them for the need. Most often, we have sibling groups who need to be placed and we want to keep them together. My family has mostly had younger kids, but we also had a girl come at 14, and she stayed till she was 18.

In the training we coach foster parents what questions to ask, so that they don't end up in a situation that they aren't aware of.  Like “Has there been sexual abuse?" or "Are they behind in school?”  Whatever info the caseworker has about the child that would be helpful, then they will give that information. They don't always know about all the problems, but they can tell what they do know. Sometimes a child will start talking more about what was going on in their home once they are in a safe place and feel ok talking. They don't always talk through words though, they talk through behavior. They are little--they don't know how to communicate what they are feeling. I mean, even as adults we have a hard time with communicating!

So what then would you say are the most important characteristics of someone who would make a good foster parent? How can someone know personally if they can hack it?

It takes desire. They need that motivation: they want it to work. If that’s there, it seems to be ok. They figure it out. And really, all parents are figuring it out as they go. Oh, and they need endurance. Cause there’s a honeymoon stage at first, and then it gets real.

What are the hard parts?

Foster care kids have counseling, behavior workers...your appointments double.  They have visits with their birth parents to go to, doctors and dentists, cause usually they are behind and you're catching them up. They may also need tutoring. And court dates. Your schedule is busy.

From my personal experience, a really hard part is the bad behavior. I didn't struggle with the system or rules or the regulations…the things I struggled with personally are when it really got real. And, surprisingly, that didn't happen till after adoption. Tayja finally realized she wasn't going anywhere else. She was so angry at her situation (she was 5 when we adopted her)--it was a living hell. She was so mad, and since I was the closest person to her, she was mad at me. She was mad at this mom idea, and here I was standing in place of the mom that she wanted, and I was the mom that she got. It wasn't her fault. And I was having my own process at the same time. I was tired. I got two infants, one after another. Draden was a year and a half old, and then I got a brand new baby, Chloe, and two weeks later I got Tayja. I was alone, because my husband is a firefighter, and he was away fighting fires. It was sad too, cause Tayja's mother did all the work to get Tayja back, but the night before she was supposed to get her daughter, she ended up in jail. I think she got scared that she couldn't do it, so she sabotaged it for herself. Technically, a child can only be in care 18 out of 22 months consecutively--they file termination of parental rights at that point.  But, because Tayja's Native American, she was in two different systems, and she had been in care off and on till she was 5. They have to try to place native kids in native homes, (they try to keep a child within their culture) and my husband is native, so they called us first.  So after thinking she'd finally be back with her mom, it didn't happen.  She was also losing a sister, cause she had a sister who was placed in another home. Tayja was angry because of loss. She was grieving. It was hard.

So as intense as the problems were, that's how intense the behavior will be.  They are communicating pain. For most of the kids, in the homes they came from, there’s love there, but it’s not a matter of a lack of love. I want foster families to understand that. It’s not that simple. We are people and we are not that simple. It’s harder than what we understand. There's problems and addictions that are so hard to overcome, even if they want to. When a child has to be taken from a home, it is very traumatic for the child and the parents. But, there is usually some small amount of relief on the parent’s part. But, for the kids, it is always just loss. They are grieving. And they often go into shock the first night, like it’s not truly sinking in until the next morning.

I would say though that truly the hardest part was recognizing that I had limits--dealing with the bad behavior brought those limits out. I needed more education and learning. It was very humbling. We both were in different processes at the same time, and it was really emotional. I was angry for Tayja too. I had known and worked with her mother for years. I loved her mother. It was hard to see her not succeed.

What are the parts that make foster parenting worth it? What makes you passionate about foster care?

It’s all worth it if a child isn't sad or hungry for the night. You make a difference in their life daily. You can show them that there’s love and hope and goodness in this life.  They have seen the bad and the ugly, way too much for their age, and they want to believe that good exists, but they are having a hard time believing it, because of the actions of others. They are little people living these big problems. If we can help them have good in their life, then it’s all worth it. You instill that there’s another way to live. You're lifting the weight. It’s totally wrong for kids to be in pain.

I love this family!

How can someone get started as a foster parent?

In Idaho you call 211 (the Idaho careline) and they will help you get an application-- paper or online. When you complete that, it is sent to the coordinator, then phone calls are made, and fingerprints are taken. And then you go to the classes. You can also check out informational meetings, typically held at a local library about every two months. These are a great introduction. You get to talk to foster parents and ask them questions.

Ok, final words!

Not one of my children came easy. God’s hand was with every child through the whole process. That’s what helped me to keep going--God's little testaments to me that said, "This is my plan."  And now, Tayja believes that we will be there for her. She believes that her family is permanent. She believes in God. So there’s a life changed. Foster care is harder than I ever imagined, but more worth it than I ever knew. Sometimes I would think, “I'm failing, I'm not good at this.”  But, my outlook changed when my husband’s friend said to me, “That doesn't matter. Because whatever their life was, they are doing so much better than they would be. You are making a difference.”  And it's true!
--Delilah

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Thank you SO much Delilah for sharing your wisdom and experience!  I know personally that she is making a difference.  Her daughter, Tayja, was one of my art students...she is loving, respectful and kind--an amazing girl who has come so far!

I hope you found this as helpful as I did! :)  I love that Delilah reiterates the fact that this isn't for everyone, and that's ok.  It's an amazing service of love to give to a child in need, but there are many factors that go into a decision like this, and it needs to be the right fit for your family.  Personally, I am grateful for prayer....if the possibility of foster care continues to be in my heart in the future, that is a decision that my husband and I will spend a lot of time praying and thinking about.  I'm sure God will guide us in that choice--and if I can be His hands in reaching out to a child or children in need that we specifically can help, then I would count that as a privilege.  I'd probably be super scared going into it, but, I'd know that The Lord would be by our sides to enable, bless, and guide us in serving one of His precious children.  After all, He said "Even as ye have done it to one of the least of these, ye have done it unto me."

Friends, thank you so much for reading!  Posts like this help me to feel excited and fulfilled in keeping this blog going.  Sometimes I wonder if I really make a difference or if the time I spend writing and managing the blog is worthwhile when there are so many other things to do in life.  But, I SOO appreciate providing a platform for other women to share their stories and knowledge about the things that matter most to them.  Don't get me wrong, I love to hear and tell funny stories--life is awesome, we gotta enjoy it!  And there's all sorts of fun, hobbyish interests that I love gabbing with you about.  But it's hearing your voice--sharing the real, important stuff--that keeps the bloggy fire aburnin' in my heart. :)  So if you'd like to hear more stories from awesome ladies, (Or share your own!) then be sure to click the "Join This Site" or "Like" button, or follow along through BlogLovin.  We'd love to have you!  :)

Friends, please share this post!  I feel like foster care is such an important topic that most (myself included) just aren't very experienced or knowledgeable about.  And there are so many kids in need!  For many of us, the current time and season of our lives isn't right to look into it ourselves.  But, maybe you sharing this post could touch the heart of someone who will decide that the timing is right for their family to look into foster care...ya never know!  :)  Anything we can do to help one of these children, is worth doing. :)

Thanks for caring, thanks for reading, thanks for sharing!  And please leave your comments and thoughts below!

I love you peeps. :)

PS. Read this incredible post by a momma who is currently a foster mom to 4 sisters, as well as caring for her two own kids. (Amazing, huh!?)  I loved it.
PSS. This post is linked to the Be.YOU.Tiful link party...go check it out! :)






February 6, 2014

Oppa Preggie Style!

By Amy (Does my title make you think of a largely pregnant women doing the Ganghan style horsey trot thing?  haha..I'll have to try that when I'm 8 months and ginormous.  ...Or maybe not.)  

Thank you SOOO much for your love and support during my freak case of leg obesity! (Aka Deep Vein Thrombosis or DVT.)  The pain has subsided and the swelling has gone way down, all that's left is a cankle, an aching in my leg and my lovely twice-a-day shots.  I loved your encouragement and excitement for our news--in case you missed the story of my weird trip to the ER for a fat leg--I am indeed pregnant!  Numbero Dos is on the way!

When I find out I'm pregnant, I want to tell everybody like a crazy person, and it is TORTURE to wait...but it's smart to wait for a while.  I get that.  It's just, I have a BIG mouth with my own secrets.  I'm just so excited I want to tell everyone I love!  Which is a lot of people! :)  With this babe, I didn't know I was pregnant for a little while...I even took a pregnancy test right before my period was about to start, which the test told me I could, and got a big negative.  And then the next day, I was disappointed again, cause my period started ...or so I thought!!!  TMI, but with both pregnancies, I spotted at the beginning for a couple days, right on schedule with when my period should be, making me think "no baby" for a few days, till I'm like..."Wait a minute...my period never actually got going!"  And I'm scrambling to take a pregnancy test.  Except, we were in Star Valley, Wyoming for Christmas, and I didn't have any pregnancy tests with me!  So, for about 4 days, I KNEW.  But, I didn't want to tell Patrick or anyone, cause I didn't actually have proof.  Haha.

When we got home from Star Valley, I walked right into the house, straight to the bathroom and took the test.  And, sure enough...POSITIVE!!!  I walked out and held it right in front of Patrick's eyes and said, "I KNEW IT!  HAHAHAHAHAHA!" *insert maniacal, crazy person laugh...I was a little excited. :)  He just looked and then his eyes got wide, and he started smiling really big.  Haha...it was great, and really fun to totally catch him off guard, since he was still thinking I wasn't pregnant! :)  Then an hour later, I was going to my good friends baby shower.  Let me tell you, that was AGONY.  All the cutest baby clothes and gifts and all these ladies I love, and I'm right in the middle of the initial "just found out, and I'm SO DANG EXCITED"-ness, and everyone is talking about babies, babies, babies, and I wanted to just jump up on the couch and blurt out: I'MHAVINGABABYTOOOOOOOO!  Ha...but, with all of the self-control I could muster, I resisted.  

Now I am 11 weeks along.  Woo!  I'm SO fortunate cause I'm not a puker, I'm just a "I'm so insanely exhausted that my eyes and body are heavy and achy" kind of first trimester pregnant lady.  Every morning when Hayden wakes up between 7 and 7:45, I hear him moving around and I know the day has to begin, and I feel like my soul is being wrenched out of me...I actually feel sorrowful--like an exhausted, delirious, frustrated grief that my sleep is over.  I'm lucky cause Patrick usually gets Hayden out of bed and gets him changed.  Then, Hayden climbs up on me and says, "AWAKE!" right in my face till I get out of bed, groaning and moaning.  (Some of my college roommates may be thinking, "Ha, that's normal for you." :)  I'm NOT a morning person.)  Oh, and I've been napping during Hayden's naps when I usually blog.  Then, add the crazy blood clot fiasco on top of that, and I'm basically becoming Jabba the Hut, cause I'm too tired and achy to move very much.  Plus, it's like the dang arctic tundra in Idaho right now (lots of schools in the area cancelled today for extreme cold...negative 20 or colder!), and my toddler and I are getting a little cabin fevery.  Yes, we both threw a fit today.  Well, he threw many, but I only threw one.  And then I put myself in time-out.  

But, I am feeling better every week and I am elated that Hayden will get a sibling, (cause my siblings are some of my greatest friends in this world) and I am so excited to grow our family.  (Psst...secret: I really hope we have a girl this time. :)  But, of course we'll be happy boy or girl! )  

The pickle boy!  With a kid this cool, how could I not want another!? :)
I'm a little less ignorantly-blissful about having an infant this time, cause Hayden was an easy pregnancy, a smooth delivery, but a HARD baby.  I now know what I could be in for.  And this time around, I will also have a toddler running around when I'm caring for an infant!  But, I also feel less scared for the whole labor, delivery part, and I think I'll be a bit more relaxed with an infant.  I'm no longer a first-timer.  :)  If you haven't seen it, you have to see this Coca-Cola commercial about having a second kid...I laughed and cried!  This is SOOO Patrick and I. :)  Hahaha...

A rare quiet moment with Hayden....Mmmmm,  I think I'm ready for this again...

I loved hearing about your transitions from one kiddio to two!  You made me feel a lot less scared.  I am full of optimism that all will go well, this crazy bloodclot will stop being ridiculous, and that we will become a family of four come August!  

PS. I'd love to hear, how are your pregnancies?  Sick the whole time?  Feel great?  Are you one of those ladies who are cross-fitting till 9 months?  Are you puking your guts out?  (You poor thing!)  Anybody else so tired they fall asleep sitting up at 8 at night?  Did you get light-headed during the day?  Weird cravings?  I'm craving Papa Murphy's hawaiian pizza, but that isn't really just a pregnancy thing...haha.  Oh, I have scarfed a bunch of Hayden's fruit snacks.  They are SOOO good.

PSS.  For those who are struggling with infertility, I hope this post isn't a slap to the face...though it probably is.  :(  It is hard not to get super excited and want to blab all about having a baby on the way, but at the same time, I know that to some, a post like this is like salt in a wound.  I've had a few close friends who struggled to be able to start a family, and they told me it is the most bitter hurt to hear that yet another one of your friends got easily pregnant.  I don't know what else to say, but I love you, and I sincerely and completely hope that you get the desire of your heart!  You will make a wonderful mother.  I don't understand why timing isn't always how we want it, especially when we are pleading with God for something that is so good and unselfish, like having a baby to care for and raise.  Don't lose hope!  I know many friends who struggled with infertility, who now are pregnant, have a baby, or even several kids!  We love you and are praying for you! :)

Love you all, from your cankle-icious friend! 


January 20, 2014

Finding Healing and Hope: Sherie's Experience of Having a Stillborn Baby

By Sherie
Introduced by Amy

I am so humbled and grateful that my sister, Sherie, agreed to tell the story of her first child, Jana, here on SOM.  I was 14 when Jana was born.  I hope for those who have also experienced losing a baby, that Sherie's story will help you feel less alone.  And for those of us who haven't experienced this, I hope it will bring you, like it did me, a better understanding of how to reach out to those we love in their sorrow.  Everyone has different ways that they grieve as well as different beliefs about life and death and faith; this is Sherie's story.
-Amy

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My husband and I were expecting our first baby the beginning of April 2002 and were very excited.  We got the nursery ready, had a baby shower and I filled my days with preparing and planning.  We decided not to find out the gender to add to the surprise.  All of my check-ups were normal and everything was going great.  Late one night when I was 38 weeks, I began to have contractions and went to the hospital as they got stronger.  I was admitted and hooked up to the monitors watching my contractions and the baby’s heart.  I remember like it was yesterday as I watched her heart rate.  I saw it drop from the healthy range down to 40 beats a minute, then to zero… Before I could react, the nurse came in and tried everything to get the baby’s heart rate back on the monitor – moving my position numerous times and even scratching the top of the baby’s head, but nothing worked.  She called in my doctor and he did an ultrasound on the baby’s heart.  It was completely still.  I was quickly wheeled into the operating room and they began to prep for an emergency c-section.  In five minutes time we went from everything looking good to facing the worse possible outcome.  I remember turning to Austin and with shock and devastation on my face then feeling the searing pain of the first incision just before I went out.  The next thing I remember was coming out of anesthesia and hearing Austin on the phone with his mom.  It was then I learned we had a girl.  I heard him say that she wasn’t breathing on her own and wasn’t doing well.  I tried to internalize this for a minute before opening my eyes.  A few hours later I was able to see her in the NICU.  She looked perfect – weighed 7 lb. 4 oz, lots of dark hair, a beautiful little face.  She was unconscious and her chest was rising and falling sporadically – trying to breath normally, but not able to do so.  Hours later, that stopped and she never moved again.  At this point I still held out hope that she would make it out okay – maybe have some physical or mental problems, but live.  Shortly after our doctor informed us, through his tears, that she had no brain activity.  Machines were keeping her little body alive, but she was gone.  We were absolutely devastated.  Almost all of our immediate family came from Idaho and Colorado to see her the following day.  That evening my husband and I were able to hold her in the NICU with our family looking on.  A few hours later in a private room, we held our little angel, then let her pass.  We named her Janna.

We held a viewing and funeral service for her a few days later.  The chapel was completely full of fellow church members, family, and even a few of the staff from the hospital.  The words said about God’s plan, life after this, and eternal families were so good, but at the time I could only focus on the fact that my baby was gone from me.


What was/is the hardest part of losing Jana?

It was so hard looking forward to a baby, with all the planning and preparing and excitement that comes, then going home empty-handed.  Later, I was grateful I didn’t have older children that would be grieving as well.  After recovering physically, I didn’t have anything to do because I had only planned to take care of our baby.  I really wanted to do something for her – I wasn’t able to bathe her, change her, dress her, and as her mother, needed to do something.  I decided to make a photo book and spent hours meticulously working on it.  I included pictures of her, cards that were given to us, scriptures and sayings that brought me comfort.  The nurses were kind to give us anything that they could from the hospital – the blanket that she used, her onesie, the tape and cords that monitored her vitals, a stuffed animal.  They had even made casts of her feet and hands, which I love.  I keep all of these in a special box.  The book was very therapeutic for me.  Not only in making it, but looking through it often during the first year and now on her birthday and to share with my children.  I also wrote the whole experience in my journal which took over two weeks.  It was so helpful to get all of my feelings out - the disappointment, sorrow, but also joy in being a mom even if I had to wait to care for our baby.  I cried all over the pages which are wrinkly from my tears.  I went to the cemetery often in the beginning.  When I went running, I would stop by there and spend a few minutes letting out a little more grief.




What helped? What brought you comfort?

A biggest source of comfort was and is my knowledge of life after this and having faith in Heavenly Father’s plan.  Many times I felt the presence of angels comforting us and our families, bringing peace, and holding us up.  Especially the night we let her go and we were left alone in our hospital room, I expected to feel overwhelming pain, but instead felt incredible peace and contentment.  I knew she was in God’s hands and I would be with her again.  I also held on to the promise we have of being sealed as a family forever through covenants we’ve made in our temple.  The sentiment “Live to hold me again” became meaningful as well as this poem which I quickly memorized and repeated often to myself.

Little hands held in mine -
Sweet, tender touch!
 So brief the time
Thy gift of love was given me
Before those hands returned to Thee.

 Dear Savior, hear my heartfelt prayer.
Keep them safe within Thy care
Until the time thy gift can be –
Those Little Hands restored to me.
                             Georgia Jensen Blosil

It was incredible the amount of love our family and friends showed us.  We received flowers, cards, phone calls, little notes, letters, food.  Something came every single day for a month after.  It’s really hard to go back to “normal life” when your life will never feel normal again.  When people acknowledge that and make sure you know, in any way, that they are thinking and praying for you, it is so appreciated.  I had ups and downs during the following months (and year) and these acts of kindness made it easier to bear.  A month after, one woman that I didn’t even know well that lived close by brought me a big box of icecream sandwiches and just gave me a hug and said eat them when I needed them!  It was perfect.

What would you say to mothers who have also lost a baby, whether during pregnancy or later?

Find something you can keep to remember, treasure, and share with others – a book, a toy, a blanket, pictures.  It’s so nice to have something physical to hold and look at – especially years later.

Be patient with your grieving and let yourself feel what you need to so you can begin to heal.  There will be times when you feel okay and happy and times when you feel the pain acutely – it’s okay and normal.  I know women who already have children then have some type of baby loss (miscarriage, stillbirth, crib death) might feel guilty that they’re feeling so much pain when they have other healthy children.  Whether it’s your first or tenth child, it will always hurt to lose one in any way and you shouldn’t add unwarranted guilt to what you’re already going through.  After I had our second baby, the first week she was home I cried every night realizing what I really missed with Janna.  I started to feel guilty, as if I wanted my first baby more than my second, but then knew it wasn’t true and it was just a part of the healing process.  Also don’t dwell on ‘what ifs’.  It’s easy to fall into a depression thinking of all the things you could have done differently and wonder if it somehow was your fault – those type of thoughts are natural to have, but if dwelt upon, can be impede healing, add more pain, and usually are completely ungrounded.  We never know exactly what caused our baby’s death (decided against an autopsy) and when ‘what ifs’ began to creep in, I reminded myself I didn’t do anything wrong during my pregnancy and it was just something that happened – and to focus on healing.

And try to be patient with people around you – I knew it was awkward for some and a few comments were hurtful even though they weren’t meant to be.  People might offer advice that is terrible or not their business – obviously they don’t understand, but keep in mind they were trying to helpful.  Don’t let it bother you.  It’s better to recognize their good intentions and be grateful for it than allowing in more pain by their thoughtless comment.

Take care of yourself – emotionally, physically.  Spend some time with people you can talk to and get away to do something fun!  It’s okay to be happy and have fun when you’re ready.

What would you say to those mothers who haven't lost a child?  What would you want them to know?

Be careful what you say about your own kids around others.  I remember hearing someone say, “She cries so much at night, I can’t stand it!” and thinking to myself, what I would give to have a baby keeping me up at night.  I know we can’t be positive all the time and getting little sleep is definitely hard, but be sensitive to those around you and be a little more grateful for your baby “problems”. ☺ You never know what others are going through in their desire to have children.

How can women reach out to their friends/relatives when they lose a baby?

Don’t ignore it and act like it didn’t happen.  I thought about our baby constantly and only after a year did I feel like I wasn’t in constant mourning.  I ALWAYS appreciated it when people brought it up – even though I would end up crying most of the time, it was so good to know people were aware plus it was therapy for me to talk about it.  It wasn’t as if I forgot about it and when someone brought it up, THEN I hurt.  The pain was already there and to know someone was aware of it and was concerned meant a lot.  And just like a new mom does, I WANTED to talk about my beautiful girl!  When they didn’t ask how I was or say something, it told me they didn’t care enough to risk a few uncomfortable moments if I got emotional or if they didn’t know exactly what to say.  I know it’s hard to know what to say, because nothing can “fix it”.  But I wasn’t looking for a solution - just to know others were with me in my grieving and cared enough to let me know.

Do something, ANYTHING to show you love them, are thinking of them, and hurt for them.  A hug, a note, dinner, a letter, flowers, take their kids for an evening, go to the park with them so you can talk – ANYTHING is so appreciated.  And it doesn’t have to be right away – their loss will be there for weeks and months to come.  Someone from our church brought me a very sweet Mother’s Day card over two months later.  A family member sent a kind letter four months after – it was wonderful to get something after the cards and calls stopped and flowers were thrown out.  After the initial after-math, continue asking how they’re doing.  Also remember important dates and do something – even just bringing it up in conversation.  If it was a miscarriage, remember the day they miscarried and their initial due date.  It’s so nice knowing others are right there with you as you struggle with the hard days.   I love when people have remembered my baby’s birthday – sent a card, an e-mail, or just said something.  A friend I hadn’t seen in years sent me a birthday card for my baby on her third birthday.  I was so touched she had remembered and took the time to send it, I was crying before I had it open.

How did you find hope to move forward and try for another baby after losing Janna?

I was very concerned about our next baby, especially not knowing Janna’s cause of death.  I wanted to get pregnant soon and was able to a few months later.  I knew though even if our next baby didn’t live, I wouldn’t regret having it.  After much prayer and promptings from my Heavenly Father, by the end of my pregnancy I felt peace that this baby would be healthy.  Our second girl was born three days after our Janna’s birthday - bald and perfect.

How do you talk to your kids about Janna?  Do you have any traditions or things that you do to remember her?

We’ve talked to our kids a lot about Janna.  We get out her book and things on her birthday and talk about it.  My kids are very open about her, which I think is important because she’s a member of our family just as much as they are.  I don’t mind if they tell their friends or bring her up when people ask how many kids are in our family.  I don’t include her in the number because it makes it awkward and confusing for the other person, but I know others who do include children they’ve lost – which is fine too.  I have a ring that I wear that has her birthstone – an aquamarine – and also had her name inscribed on the inside.  On her birthday, we visit her grave and bring flowers.  We’ve also started bringing balloons and releasing them together.  Our kids think it’s a fun way to “celebrate” her birthday and imagine they go up to heaven.






Sherie with Mia, her 6th baby.

It took me about five years before I had more feelings of joy and gratitude when thinking about our angel baby, than pain and sorrow.  Since then we’ve been blessed with five other children, which has filled the emptiness of my arms. ☺

I’m grateful now for opportunities to share our experience with those who have suffered similar losses and hopefully help them in their pain.

We love knowing we have a special connection to heaven.
-Sherie

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Sherie, thank you for opening your heart to us.  Isn't she so loving and strong?

I hope it's ok to offer my perspective as a 14-year-old when Jana was born.  Not that my sadness would in any way compare to Sherie's grief as a mom, but losing a child effects family and friends too.

I remember waiting through the school day, watching other kids laughing and chatting, while I sat with a sick knot in my stomach, knowing that my parents drove through the night to be with my sister and her new baby.  I kept telling myself that babies sometimes have a hard time when they are born, they spend a while in the NICU, but they end up fine.  We drove the 4 hours to Provo with my grandparents after school....most of the rest is a blur.  

I remember little vivid snatches of time: first seeing my sister sitting in her hospital bed, with her husband Austin sitting next to her, with his arms around her--the shock when I saw their faces and finally realizing how real this was and that it wasn't just all going to be ok.  I couldn't fathom the depth of her grief.  She looked so fragile.  I had never seen my strong, sassy, funny big sister like that.  Everyone else was crying, hugging, and talking to them...but I didn't know what to do.  Hug her?  Ask her if she was ok?  Of course she wasn't.  I ended up running out of the room to bawl in the hall.  It hurt so bad, why was this happening to them?  I knew how excited and prepared my sister was to be an amazing mother, but now, her hope was being snatched away. 

I remember standing at little Janna's bedside, looking at her in the NICU bed with all of those tubes.  And, I am not exaggerating--Jana was the most beautiful newborn baby I have ever seen.  Just perfect, like a porcelain doll.  I remember seeing my brother-in-law with his arms around my sister at the funeral--like they were sheltering each other.  And going back to their house with all the red-eyed, somber extended family, and walking into the nursery filled with little baby blankets and clothes and a crib, that all needed to be packed away.  Jana was the much-anticipated first grandchild of my parents and my first niece or nephew...in that home, the sadness was so heavy.  Everyone ached for this good, young couple that we loved so much.  But, we could also feel God's love so strong!  His love carried my sister and bro-in-law thorough this time, and lifted our whole families.  Even though Jana only lived a day, she touched many lives.

I was so amazed to see my sister and her husband strengthen and hold each other through this trial. They chose to let this experience bring them closer to God and to reach out to others in compassion, rather than becoming bitter and closed off.  For myself, I remember as a 14 year old, this experience brought me my first strong experience of feeling that God was holding and lifting me.  I remember pleading with Him to provide a miracle, then feeling the peace He gives when He has to assure us that He loves us and is there to carry us, but He can't answer our prayer in the way we desire. 

Also, isn't it nice to get practical ideas for how to reach out when a friend is grieving for a child?  I feel so helpless as to how I could do or say anything that could help!  But it's nice to know that all we need to do is show love and be there for them.  And that is desperately needed.  

Have you ever lost a baby? (miscarriage, still-born, or after birth)  If you'd like to share, we'd love to hear from you in the comments.  It can mean so much to tell their story.  Has someone close to you lost a baby?  How did you help?

If this post meant something to you, please SHARE!  There are so many moms who silently grieve for their lost babies and so many others who desperately wonder how they can help and Sherie's story could mean so much to them.  We love you, mommas!

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We talk about real stuff, the important stuff...but, we have also lot of fun around here too! :)
-Amy

November 7, 2013

Where to Call Home?

This is us...we are gypsies. (Van Gogh "Encampment of Gypsies with Caravan")
By Amy

Right now my husband, baby, and I are camping out in my Aunt and Uncle's basement.  We are vagabonds and gypsies, living the wanderer's life.

Ok, that might be glamorizing/exaggerating it a bit.

We will be here for a month and half while my husband does a clinical at a nearby hospital's physical therapy office. (He's half-way through a physical therapy program.)

I already miss our friends and neighbors and the people we know at church. (Especially the ladies I exercise with in the mornings!)  And, of course I miss being in my own cool little home with all my stuff.

BUT, all in all, it's gonna awesome.  My Aunt and Uncle are way cool, and they've helped us be totally comfortable.  We get a bedroom and Hayden has his own room, so life is good!  (Oh, and my cousin wanted me to include: "Oh, and I have the best roommate ever!" Haha...she is pretty cool, though! )

Best of all...I live within an 45 minutes of my three sisters, as well as an hour from my little bro and his wife, and we're close to about a million cousins, aunts, and uncles!  Therefore, this will be a month-and-a-half long PARTAY!  WOO!!!  I am so pumped!

I most likely will never live this close to my sisters again, since they live in the busy Salt Lake and Provo Valleys, and my husband gets stressed out in traffic and busy-ness.  He prefers the country and small towns.  (This traffic brings out the road rage in him...ha!)  Therefore, I am LIVING IT UP for the next 6 weeks!  After that, my husband has another year of school and 4 months of clinical and we're done with school...FOREVER.  (That is, besides the credits I will take to keep up my teaching certificate.)  It will be freakin' weird to be done.  By that time, we'll be up to our ears in a stinkin' pile of student loan debt, hopefully we'll have another kiddio, and my husband will be a bona fide Physical Therapist.

Then, the Big Question: WHERE TO LIVE?  

People often ask us this: "Where do you guys want to end up?"  We have no clue.  Fortunately, there are jobs for Physical Therapists all over.  Unfortunately, that leaves WAYYY too many options for a person like me, who struggles with decisions.  (Like at Subway, I panic: "The classic turkey?!  Black Forest ham?  Delicious Sweet Onion Chicken?!  WAIT, Should I try something NEW!?" Then I am writhing on the floor and hyperventilating.)  So, I love and hate the fact that we could go anywhere.

I'd love to spend a few years adventuring before we have kids in school...like finding a job in Germany!  But it would be so hard for me to be far from family.  No mom or mom-in-law to come help when I have a baby, and no family for birthday parties, Christmas, baptisms, etc.  But, OH it would be amazing to explore and experience life in a different country!!!

Or, we could move to some isolated place in the US where my husband will be paid well, like Alaska or New Mexico (places where it's hard to get people to stay...usually because of harsh climates.) We could plow through our student loan debt, then come back to the west after 5 years or so, blissfully debt-free!  Or, we could just go to where we want to live from the get-go, and start our lives there, even if it means less pay and paying off loans for a couple years little longer. 

There's so many factors to consider.  Job availability, good schools, cost of living, the outdoor recreational stuff available, proximity to friends and fam...I've always wanted to be within 10 hours of both sets of parents if possible, cause that is a LONG car ride and it sucks to travel with any kids farther than that.  And I want my kids to know their grandparents.  I'd love to be within several hours of my siblings and their families, too!  I'm not a person who needs or even wants to be next-door neighbors with family, cause I think it's good to be independent and make lots of new friends, but weekend visits are so fun! :)  

Then there's always the question of weather...I HATE constant rain.  Rain makes me a lethargic, depressed, over-eating slug.  All I want to do is wallow in a mountain of fuzzy blankets, read ginormous books, and stuff as many warm, gooey carbs as I can.  And watch movies that make me cry.  It's bad.  My husband, on the other hand, grew up in Washington, and doesn't mind rain...but he hates snow.  I don't mind a couple months of snow, but I don't do well in extreme heat.  I lose the will to live.  I have zero energy.  It's not cool.  So, no extremes of hot or cold (Southern Arizona is out, as is North Dakota.)  We both like having seasons, though.  Oy, where to live?  

Despite the fact that I have no clue where we should settle, I have already spent hours on the floor plans of my dream home.  IT IS ROCKING.  (Yes, it includes a dance studio, art studio, amazing porch, huge windows, a hot tub, tons of art, bookcases galore, breakfast nook, etc...)

But, where to build it!? 

How about you, friends?  If you're settled, how did you decide where to live?  What factors were most important to you?  Did getting hired for a new job make your decision?   Did any of you end up somewhere you never expected to be?

For those like me, who aren't settled yet, do you already know where you want to live?  Would you ever live in the town you grew up in?  Do you want to live close to family?  OH, and any amazing recommendations of great places to live?

I'd love to hear your thoughts! :)


October 22, 2013

Here's a Gross Story for You. You're Welcome.

By Amy

One day, when my son was about 3 months old, I went to change yet another of his nasty blow-outs...ya know, the runny, mustard-infant-poop-up-the-back kinda blow-out.  Let me tell you, as a first -time mom, I was keenly aware of my inexperience in all things baby, including the horrific amount of runny poo that came over and over--ESPECIALLY when I had just changed his diaper and/or when he was wearing his MOST adorable outfit.

So, after discovering yet another poop catastrophe, I rolled up my sleeves, took a deep breath, and got to work at the changing table.  I entertained myself by telling my son (in a happy, cooing voice)..."Child, you smell like a warthog's backside, yes you do!!" (Which he thought was funny, I might add.)  As I held his ankles and hoisted up his little bum to wipe the trail of poo going up his back, my son started peeing.  Yeah, NBD, it happens during diaper changes probably once a day...but, to my horror, I saw a steady stream of pee pouring STRAIGHT INTO HIS OPEN, SMILING MOUTH!!!  I screamed, put down his bum, and frantically tried to cover the stream with my hands, pee splashing all over his body. Then, just as fast as it started, the peeing stopped; I anxiously watched my babe's startled expression.  He smacked his lips, trying to figure out the unfamiliar flavor in his mouth...and then...

HE SMILED.  

Hahaha...sick.  He didn't even care!

Well, I'm happy to report, he lived; he was not poisoned by drinking his own pee.  Nowadays, he's moved on from urine, and has developed a much more sophisticated pallette.  I've found him sampling the dirt from my mother's potted plants, splashing in toilet water (then licking it from his fingers..."'shudder"'), and chomping on crayons.  Oy.  He didn't get his tastes from me, that's all I can say.

Here's an example of his dazed/confused face...ha!

And then his happy face. :)

How about you?  

You got any nasty baby/kid bodily function stories?  Let's hear em!  And if you enjoyed this story (or if you were horrified and want to horrify others...ha) please Like/Share!  Thanks, friends.  :)

October 2, 2013

A Cheapo's Winter Survival Guide

Sherie and I...aren't we lovely!?
By Sherie
Introduced by Amy

Remember Sherie, my sister?  She's freaking funny.  Since winter's a comin', she is sharing her wisdom about how to keep yourself from freezing your little bum off, when you're tooo cheap to turn up your heat.  Read her bio here, along with a couple of her other awesome posts:

"Your Kid Said WHAT?!"  
"Parents of the World Take Back Your Friday Nights!" 
"Home Stylin':Sherie's Mid-Centruy/Modern Home"

Oh, and by the way friends, did you miss the previous 2 posts?  They weren't posted on a Tues, Weds, or Thrus....which is when I usually post.  (I suck at schedules, peeps!  Thank you for being patient with me!)  On Friday, I posted an interview by a wise and experienced momma, Holly (my momma in law!) where she gives us younger mommas (and future mommas!) some valuable insight about kids, extra curricular actives, and how not to get 100% overwhelmed.  Read it here.  On Sunday, I posted my thoughts on Faith and Marriage: "Your Spouse Can't Heal You."  This one, I've been pondering and working on for a while.  It was hard to put in to words what had been in my heart for a long time...I tell you about my less than blissful "newlywed" months.  I hope you enjoy both posts!  

But now...back to Sherie.  :)
-Amy

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Our house is old.  Like over a hundred years old.  Surviving through the winter with paper-thin insulation and cheapskate attitudes can be a challenge.  If you have one of those fancy, new houses built in the 80’s with your “level doorways”, “up-to-code stairs”, and “evenly spaced studs”, then this article is not for you.  Maybe look for a blog about crocheting doilies, because this is NOT for the faint of heart.  Seriously, if you have a heart condition, consult your doctor before buying a house dating back to pioneer time.  To be on the safe side – don’t even read this.  For those who DO have an old, drafty house, I hear you George Bailey.  I can sense your anguish when you step onto your tile floor without socks.  Today I’m here to help.  I’m a seasoned veteran in the world of cold and cheapskate and below are some tips to help you cope through the cold days of late fall through early spring.

1) Layers, Layers, Layers 

The cold-house novice might think a light jacket is enough to keep warm… hardly.  I recommend necessary under-clothing, cotton shirt, and a thick jacket or two thin sweaters – color-coordinating of course.  Long-johns are nice on the bottom, but can be too tight if they’re 15 years old and you’ve had five kids.  Jeans or thicker pants, like sweats are appropriate if want to look like a mom with five kids and on your feet a thick pair of socks and a really cute pair of slipper-boots.  These boots CAN be placed in the wash and try to think of it before they stink badly and you’re considering throwing them away.  Last of all, throw a blanket around your entire body chest down and you’re ready to tackle the household chores!  This is also a great time to grow your hair out.  It covers your neck like a built-in scarf and works well at night to cover ears and get in husband’s mouth.  That won’t make him warmer, but his sputtering will make you laugh can help warm you a little.  Gotta be creative.

2) Don’t worry about the older kids - save yourself. 

From ages 2 – 9, kids don’t really feel cold when they’re indoors.  Don’t waste body heat telling them to put their socks on or wear a jacket in the house – they don’t feel it and don’t care.  Yes, their hands and feel will feel like ice to the touch, but don’t let that sway you.  They don’t care and you’ll spend more energy picking up socks and jackets scattered around the house (though this can work to your advantage if you like to warm yourself but moving rapidly… I prefer the lazier method of not moving with blankets and hot chocolate).  Babies on the other hand should be dressed warmly and a tip from a fellow cold-houser: put TWO pairs of footed jammies on them.  They’ll look like the kid on A Christmas Story, but will stay warm and won’t move….all…night.

3) Move quickly or very slowly – none of this mid-speed stuff. 

Everything needs to be done at super speed or slow motion to either make heat via friction or conserve as much heat as possible.  Think Road Runner and a sloth (speaking of sloths...).  Can do a combination of the two or stick mostly with one.  I prefer the sloth method… but more so a sloth with a blanket and hot chocolate.  One of the biggest mistakes is to move too quickly from one room to the next.  When traveling through a doorway, always slow down so the cool air circulating in the next room doesn’t slap you in the face as you enter.

4) Okay, NOW hot chocolate 

This is a delicious, chocolatey drink you can buy or make at home in a powdered form.  Heat a mug of water to boiling and stir in too much powder so it’s delicious.  In sloth speed, take to the couch to drink while wrapped in a blanket either watching tv or helping child with homework.  Hold the mug in your hands for at least three minutes so your hands are warm enough to stir without jerking around.  Drink when piping hot which will burn your tongue, but will be worth it as it sets your insides on fire… mmm…..hot fire…..

5) Areas of the house to avoid 

A few rooms in your house will be colder than others and are to be completely avoided.  Any room that does not have a furnace vent, the damp basement (take clothes to laundromat – it’s probably warmer there too), closets, or your upstairs children’s rooms.  When sending them to bed, make sure they’re wearing winter pajamas and have multiple blankets on their bed, but don’t linger.  Better to stand at the bottom of the stairs and yell at them to get back in bed “or else” then to risk getting chilled or your blanket to come unwrapped as your walk up the stairs.  If you have decent insulation, then your problem will be if your kids are in the basement.  Same rules apply.

Ok, here's a better pic!  Sherie with her cute baby!
6) Leave home 

Need a few things from the store?  Perfect – head to Target to pick them up and get the feeling back in your toes.  Don’t need anything?  Perfect – head to Target and wonder aimlessly until you’ve filled your cart with cute but unnecessary things.  Nothing warms the heart like a good bargain.

I hope these tips help you this winter.  Just think of all the money you’re saving by keeping your thermostat at 68.  It’s probably not that much because your heat is seeping out the holes in the roof, but you need something to hang on to.  Memories of the $300+ heating bill a few years ago will continue to haunt you and will help you stay strong when the temptation comes to crank it up to balmy 70.  Just remember you’re not alone in your suffering and apply the above tips to make this winter not quite enjoyable, but doable.  Like the Pioneers.

-Sherie

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Ha...THis post makes me SO glad that utilities are included in my rent!  How about you?  Do you and your family try to stay on the frugal side when it comes to heating or air conditioning your home? Would you rather suffer and save money or crank up the heat (and the bill...)?