Showing posts with label heartstrings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heartstrings. Show all posts

Monday, March 21, 2011

the kindness of a stranger


The card.

Micah and I limped our way through last night.

At 4:30 he wouldn't go back down (not uncommon) so I handed him over to Shane, told him that I don't think I can do this anymore, had a good cry and went back to bed. Later in the morning I woke and saw how itchy Micah was, how bad his skin looked, how much there was to do and I had another cry. I silently prayed for help all morning. A friend in the ward took Sage and Micah and I braved the grocery store. When I say brave I mean braved. On days when my emotions are at the surface I have to steel myself a bit for the stares and questions. And I have to steel myself for a wriggly, itchy Micah who will need to to be held while we shop, not so easy these days with a big belly and minimal energy.

When we got to the checkout a lovely lady ahead of us said hello and looked at Micah with such love it was unnerving. I wondered, Do I know her? Does she have a child with eczema? She started to speak to me and I started to cry. I tried to keep my sobs in check while I listened to her lovely kind words.

She handed me her card, hugged me, told me she loved me and left. More tears but this time happy tears. I like to think Heavenly Father sent this stranger to let me know that He loves me and knows what I am feeling.

The questions in my mind are still the same: "How can we get Micah better?" and "How will we manage him and a newborn?" but at least I know I'll make it through this day on the kindness of a stranger.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Waiting for blessings.



Everywhere in nature we are taught the lessons of patience and waiting. We want things a long time before we get them, and the fact that we want them a long time makes them all the more precious when they come.

--Joseph F. Smith

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Everything's Gonna Be Alright


Playing. We treasure these happy moments as they don't come around every day.

Around 5 AM each morning I rouse Shane and he and Boo (that's Micah to you) leave on a walk (or run depending on how tired Shane is). A long walk. 2-3 hours long. Meanwhile Sage and I sleep.

Shane takes the night shift most every Friday and Saturday. It's exhausting. Micah wakes 6-8 times every night and some nights he can't be consoled and that means holding and walking for long periods of time. Just yesterday morning Shane woke me around 5 AM, handed Micah to me and off we went on a walk of our own.

Nothing like some good hills to remind me that I haven't done any exercising in 6+ months (save weekend hikes). It's sad to admit this but exercise is dead last on my list of priorities these days...sleep takes the cake. Any moment I can sleep I will.

Boo and I walked through the historic district and I admired all the gorgeous Victorians and tree lined streets. Some day we'd love to live there.

The walk was lovely but around 7th and Spruce Micah decided it was time to start scratching and there was no stopping him. The only thing to do when the scratch fest begins is pick him up and pin his arms to his side. So there I was holding a wiggling, fussy baby and pushing the B.O.B. on top of that. I sighed a few times to myself and wished for the day when Micah is healthy and happy and I won't have to lug him home 20 blocks.

We walked and walked through the early morning stillness and as we approached home I heard music blasting from a little cottage. It was Alicia Keys singing her heart out: "Everything's gonna be alright."

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I remembered that some day Micah will be all right.

"Some blessings come soon, some come late, and some don’t come until heaven; but for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come."
-Jeffrey R. Holland

P.S. Micah is getting better slowly. We've had lots of missteps and tried everything under the sun. Finally our dear friends Bryan and Paige referred us to their friend, Jane, in Australia who has been through the same eczema hades. She is sharing with us what worked for her children and we are seeing results at long last. We hope and pray every day that maybe, just maybe, he'll be better in time for his first birthday in a month. We'll keep our fingers crossed.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Lessons



Micah has eczema.

It began 6 weeks ago. A full blown red, itchy rash covering his body from head to toe. His face is usually weepy, sometimes bloody. There is nothing that stops your heart quite like finding your baby surrounded by blood soaked sheets.

He sleeps fitfully all night and only for an hour or two at a time. He prefers the comfort of our arms to his bed. He does nap for short stretches during the day.

There are nights when I am so tired walking the floor with Micah that I'm ready to fall asleep on my feet. Those nights I wake Shane and have him take over. Many mornings I wonder if I've run a marathon in my sleep because my body is so very sore. Is it the walking or holding for hours on end?

There have been visits to various doctors. We have a drawer full of lotions and potions that don't work. Nothing has seemed to help....yet.

These past weeks many emotions have been swirling around inside...frustration, disappointment, embarrassment, anger, sadness, confusion. Some days I want to run away. I've cried a river of tears, petitioned heaven constantly and...I've grown.

I was asked to give a talk this past Sunday. Choose your own topic, the Bishopric member said. So I chose what's on my mind...trials. I've read my talk often since then to remind myself of what I know to be true.

Sometimes I've felt guilty for my feelings. How can I be frustrated by what is happening to my baby? At least I have a baby, at least he's not dying, at least I know that this is temporary.

In the grand scheme of my life this trial is very small. That's what logic tells me but still that doesn't lessen how difficult it feels at times. I often think of what Victor Frankl wrote in Man's Search For Meaning:

"...a man's suffering is similar to the behavior of gas. If a certain quantity of gas is pumped into an empty chamber, it will fill the chamber completely and evenly, no matter how big the chamber. Thus suffering completely fills the human soul and conscious mind, no matter whether the suffering is great or little. Therefore the 'size' of human suffering is absolutely relative."

But there are always blessings...always.

1. As Robert Frost said, "The best way out is always through." Shane and I have to go through this. It will make us stronger, more empathetic, more patient....we will be better because of it.

2. Shane gave Micah a blessing and told him that eczema is a blessing to our family because we get the chance to see his true character...patient and sweet. Micah is still as happy as can be during the day despite his lack of sleep and his discomfort.

3. I love our little man more now than I did when he was perfectly healthy.

4. I've gained a new appreciation for Shane. I take weekday nights and he takes weekends so I can rest. He always manages to be kind and cheerful at 5:30 each morning when I wake him up to take over so I can lay down and rest for a couple of hours.

5. I can see many tender mercies in our life. Like one day Sage and I needed to make Valentine's for her class at school. Micah chose that afternoon to nap for 3 hours...first time ever. As we finished the last Valentine we heard our little man crying...perfect timing.

5. I appreciate the Savior more. "The Son of Man hath descended below all things. Art thou greater than he?" How comforting it is to know that He has already felt what I am feeling. When no one else understands He does.

A friend once told me that when hard times come remember what the scriptures say, "And it came to pass." Nothing ever comes to stay. This will pass and someday we will look back and maybe even smile when we think about this time in our lives.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

I'll Build You a Rainbow



Please please tell me you've seen this Church filmstrip from the 70's.
Oh so cheesy but I dare you not to cry.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Forever



Is there anything better than a wedding? Shane and I attended one this weekend. The bride and groom were happy and in love, the words of the ceremony so simple yet profound; the same words we heard 6 years ago as we knelt across an altar together. It's good to be reminded of the promises we made and the blessings that will come if we will be faithful to each other and to God.

Marriage and family are not just for this life but forever. There's no better promise than that.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Magic


Yesterday Emily let me come to her birth and be her doula. She was amazing and so strong; she gave birth completely naturally.

That moment when baby Lincoln emerged from his watery home was pure magic.

I think I'm hooked.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

{sigh}


Yogi Berra once said, "It ain't over till it's over."

So true.

We waged the good fight on behalf of Prop 8 knowing in our hearts that there would be more to come...I just didn't expect it so soon.

It's been hard to know what's really been going on with protests around CA. A friend sent me this article and it gave me some clarity.

What to do? Some recent words from Robert D. Hales:

"Through the years we learn that challenges to our faith are not new, and they aren’t likely to disappear soon. But true disciples of Christ see opportunity in the midst of opposition.

When we do not retaliate—when we turn the other cheek and resist feelings of anger—we too stand with the Savior. We show forth His love, which is the only power that can subdue the adversary and answer our accusers without accusing them in return. That is not weakness. That is Christian courage."

Amen.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Another Year, Another Primary Program


5th year in Primary, 2nd Primary Program written and 1st time I've cried (happy tears).

Phew...I'm ready for a nap.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

We're Voting "Yes" on Prop 8 for Sage


1. Because we don't want to her to learn the mechanics of homosexuality at school.

2. Because we want her to enjoy the same freedom we enjoy...to belong to a religion that is free to teach and practice it's beliefs.

3. Because we want her to marry someday in a world where marriage between a man and woman is honored.

4. And most importantly because, “The family is ordained of God. Marriage between man and woman is essential to His eternal plan. Children are entitled to birth within the bonds of matrimony, and to be reared by a father and a mother..." (The Family: A Proclamation to the World)

Saturday, May 3, 2008

The Friend


I loved this church magazine as a kid and now Sage loves it. We try and read a little every day and every time (without fail) I get choked up.

As we read the simple stories, Sage learns in every page that Heavenly Father loves her and is aware of her. And I love the Friend because I am taught right along with Sage.