Slept late. Bought groceries. Worked on home projects. Had fun with Wesley and the kids. Did it all like nothing ever happened. It felt good and normal. Today was good. Now if only everyday could be a Saturday, sounds good doesn't it! Hope you all had great Saturdays as well!
Love,
Jennifer
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Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
May It Not Be in Vain
Today was hard. I cried so much today. I felt angry, confused, stressed, tired, and I felt sorry for myself. Thankfully, it's minutes away from midnight and the day is almost over. I'm writing from my bed with all the lights off. In just a few minutes, I will lay down and pull the covers up and today will be all done! I know it's not good to end a day being so glad it's over. I know we should consider each day a gift, appreciate it, and not take it for granted. Some days, that's hard to do.
There were blessings in this day. I managed to prepare breakfast for me and the kids. We ate out for lunch and had dinner with friends, so thankfully breakfast was the only meal I had to prepare. I did not get angry or yell at my children. I've been doing that some lately. I got myself and all four children ready and managed to run some errands. We enjoyed dinner and company at the home of some great friends. In the midst of my pain and without wanting to, I praised Him! I did not feel like praising Him, but I did it anyway. I was told that's what it means to offer a sacrifice of praise and that when we praise Him even when we don't feel like it, our feelings eventually follow. I know there were so many other blessings in this day that I've mentioned. The day was not all bad. There is a difference between the day being a hard day and the day being a bad day. It was hard, not necessarily bad.
I feel like people may be getting tired of hearing the doom and gloom, but I'm trying to be real and honest. It's where I'm at, it's how I feel right now. One day I want to be able to look back on all of this and see how far the Lord has brought me. I do feel like I took some baby steps in the right direction today. One of the things that helped me today was parts of Psalm 18:
1. I will love thee, O Lord, my strength.
2. The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.
3. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.
4. The sorrows of death compassed me...
6. In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
19. He brought me forth also into a large place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me.
My prayer right now is this, that God would bring me to a place where I can say, "not my will, but thine, be done.", that I would desire Him and desire to love, honor, serve, and glorify Him more than I desire anything He could give me, more than I desire my own way, that he would bring me to a place of contentment, that I would be grateful to Him for all He's already done and all He's going to do, that I would trust His plan is better than mine, and that I would know how much He loves me.
Lord, if I walk away from all of this without that prayer being answered, it was in vain. Please don't let it be in vain! Be Glorified!
There were blessings in this day. I managed to prepare breakfast for me and the kids. We ate out for lunch and had dinner with friends, so thankfully breakfast was the only meal I had to prepare. I did not get angry or yell at my children. I've been doing that some lately. I got myself and all four children ready and managed to run some errands. We enjoyed dinner and company at the home of some great friends. In the midst of my pain and without wanting to, I praised Him! I did not feel like praising Him, but I did it anyway. I was told that's what it means to offer a sacrifice of praise and that when we praise Him even when we don't feel like it, our feelings eventually follow. I know there were so many other blessings in this day that I've mentioned. The day was not all bad. There is a difference between the day being a hard day and the day being a bad day. It was hard, not necessarily bad.
I feel like people may be getting tired of hearing the doom and gloom, but I'm trying to be real and honest. It's where I'm at, it's how I feel right now. One day I want to be able to look back on all of this and see how far the Lord has brought me. I do feel like I took some baby steps in the right direction today. One of the things that helped me today was parts of Psalm 18:
1. I will love thee, O Lord, my strength.
2. The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.
3. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.
4. The sorrows of death compassed me...
6. In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
19. He brought me forth also into a large place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me.
My prayer right now is this, that God would bring me to a place where I can say, "not my will, but thine, be done.", that I would desire Him and desire to love, honor, serve, and glorify Him more than I desire anything He could give me, more than I desire my own way, that he would bring me to a place of contentment, that I would be grateful to Him for all He's already done and all He's going to do, that I would trust His plan is better than mine, and that I would know how much He loves me.
Lord, if I walk away from all of this without that prayer being answered, it was in vain. Please don't let it be in vain! Be Glorified!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
My Son
My son was not strong
by any measure of man.
But his song I will sing whenever I can.
It sounds of truth
and rings out of grace,
Removing the veil and revealing God’s face.
My son was a picture
painted bold and bright.
His life throwing color on world’s canvas of night.
The subject unfolded,
a new stroke each day.
Until brought into focus was true joy’s way.
In the least likely place
and hard to explain.
Joy was found in the midst of the pain.
The awe of a life
and the wonder of birth.
My son was a gift of unspeakable worth.
His heart could not hold
his song came to rest.
And I am left with no son to hold on my chest.
My son was not strong
by any measure of man.
But his song I will sing whenever I can.
So ask of my boy,
consider it no bother.
When I tell of my son I tell of my Father.
This is a poem I found on another blog. The poem was written by a father who lost his little boy after ninety-nine days of life. I can't say that every word of this poem fits with our story, but so much of it does. I'm struggling with the part that speaks of finding joy, although from my previous losses, I know there's joy to be found. I especially love the last two stanzas.
I may not post anything new for a couple of days, I filled the next two days with a lot of distractions. Today, I was short and impatient with the kids a lot. I found myself easily frustrated and aggravated. Please pray that I will be loving and kind with my children, the way my Father is loving and kind to me.
Love,
Jennifer
by any measure of man.
But his song I will sing whenever I can.
It sounds of truth
and rings out of grace,
Removing the veil and revealing God’s face.
My son was a picture
painted bold and bright.
His life throwing color on world’s canvas of night.
The subject unfolded,
a new stroke each day.
Until brought into focus was true joy’s way.
In the least likely place
and hard to explain.
Joy was found in the midst of the pain.
The awe of a life
and the wonder of birth.
My son was a gift of unspeakable worth.
His heart could not hold
his song came to rest.
And I am left with no son to hold on my chest.
My son was not strong
by any measure of man.
But his song I will sing whenever I can.
So ask of my boy,
consider it no bother.
When I tell of my son I tell of my Father.
This is a poem I found on another blog. The poem was written by a father who lost his little boy after ninety-nine days of life. I can't say that every word of this poem fits with our story, but so much of it does. I'm struggling with the part that speaks of finding joy, although from my previous losses, I know there's joy to be found. I especially love the last two stanzas.
I may not post anything new for a couple of days, I filled the next two days with a lot of distractions. Today, I was short and impatient with the kids a lot. I found myself easily frustrated and aggravated. Please pray that I will be loving and kind with my children, the way my Father is loving and kind to me.
Love,
Jennifer
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Joshua Dailey Minor
Joshua Dailey Minor was born one week ago today on Tuesday, May 26, 2009 at 9:27 AM. He weighed 1.4 ozs and was 5 inches long. This is the story of his short life.
I found out I was pregnant on March 9th. There harldy any greater news in the Minor household than news of a new baby on the way. Wesley and I were so excited! I was also very anxious. Anxious about whether or not the timing was right, anxious about our finances, anxious about how my doctor/family/friends would receive the news. At first Wesley and I kept the news mostly to ourselves. We shared the news with a some close friends, but wanted to wait a while to tell everyone else. As I mentioned, I was especially concerned with how people would receive the news. We had our share of trouble in the past, and many people simply do not understand our desire to have more children. We also wanted to make sure everything was going well before sharing the news with our other kids. It was hard to keep the secret, especially with the kids. It seemed they could just pick up on it. It didn't take long for all those anxious feelings to be replaced with pure joy, excitement, and anticipation.
It seemed the pregnancy could not be off to a better start. From the beginning, everything look great on with my lab work and ultrasounds. My doctor was very supportive and encouraging. We finally began sharing the news after our second doctor's appointment and ultrasound. For the most part, everyone was very happy for us and received the news well. We did have some people share concerns. The kids were so thrilled! They told everyone they came in contact with and talked about our new baby almost constantly! Grace even said she had been praying for a new baby and God had answered her prayers.
All the kids agreed we needed another boy baby. I reminded the kids that we should be grateful either way. But in my heart, I felt like the baby was indeed a boy. With all of our babies except one, I have felt like God impressed upon my heart what we were having (and my impression has been right every time). With Bella Peace, I did not really have a feeling either way. I believe I did not have that same impression with Bella Peace, because I was not surrendered to what God had for us. I so desperately wanted a boy when I was pregnant with her. Not only did I not have that "feeling", we also had a hard time finding out her gender by ultrasound. I feel God did not allow us to find out her gender until I eventually surrendered my desire for a boy. I think that desire was so great at that time, because I had just lost two boys. Regardless, this time, I was ready either way. But, I did feel like we were going to have a boy.
As of May 20th, I was 15 weeks. Even though I still had a long way to go, we were past the critical 1st trimester. And, boy oh boy, were we ever making plans. Wesley and I talked about baby names all the time. Luke talked about playing football with a little brother. Grace couldn't wait to hold the baby and asked all the time, "how much longer until the baby is born." Mary Ruth was happy that Bella Peace would get to be big sister. We began the morning of May 20th so eager and excited to go to the doctor for a check up. I was scheduled for an appointment and ultrasound. Mary Ruth had a dentist appointment at almost the same time. We decided that I would take Luke, Grace, and Bella Peace with me to my appointment while Wesley took Mary Ruth to her dentist appointment. Luke and Grace were so excited that they would get to see our baby on ultrasound. I never had one moment of apprehension about taking them with me to the appointment, because everything had been going so well.
Minutes into that appointment, I knew everything had changed. I played it very cool not wanting to upset the kids. I sent a text message to Wesley that said, "something not right." The ultrasound tech would not discuss the ultrasound with me, but I knew there was something seriously wrong. After a few minutes, Dr. Conrad came into my room and his face said it all. "It doesn't look like the baby is going to live." I guess having the kids with me was a blessing. I think if I had not had them with me, someone would have had to sweep me off the floor. Instead, I calmly made plans for a recheck the next day. I cannot express the shock and disbelief I felt, I still feel. I still cannot believe this has happened.
I met up with Wesley a few minutes later to discuss the appointment in greater detail. We stood outside the van and talked. We both knew that the news was bad, very bad. I dropped the kids off with a friend and went home. I spent the next several hours praying, crying, making calls, and just trying to process what I had heard. The next morning after what seemed like the longest time ever in the waiting room, Dr. Conrad repeated the ultrasound. It revealed what we feared. Sometime in the 24 hours that passed between appointments, our baby entered heaven. I know that should give me some level of comfort, and it does on some level. But, I still can't help but want it the other way. I want to still be pregnant. I want to still be dreaming, planning, preparing. I want my baby boy in my arms. It's been a week now, a very busy week. And all the plans are finished. Instead of planning for new life, we've made plans for a funeral and even carried them out. It's over, all done. I can't help, but think what now. What am I suppose to do now? I don't really feel like carrying on with my normal business. I don't feel like cooking, cleaning, etc. I don't even feel like playing with our other kids. I know, I know, I should appreciate them even more. I should be so grateful. I am. It just takes time to get back into the swing of things, and as a mother there is no time. Everyone and everything demands your all right now.
I wanted tell Joshua's life story. I fear I've gone off tract here. The time that followed finding out we had lost Joshua and now has been filled with many ups and downs. At the times I've needed it most, God has supplied me with the grace I needed to carried on. He has been gracious to answer several prayer request, including allowing me to deliver Joshua. That provided us with the opportunity to see him and hold him. He also graced me with a quick delivery. We were admitted into Huntsville Hospital at 10:00 PM on Monday, May 25th. Upon being admitted we requested one final ultrasound. We were holding out for the supernatural miracle. We prayed that we would see a healthy baby. We believe in the God that could have preformed that miracle, but in His sovereignty chose not to. I received my first dose of medication to induce labor at 12:20 AM. I only required two doses before Joshua was born. We were expecting a very long day, but things progressed quickly.
As a family, we've still managed to share some good times this week. We've shared some hard times, too. As I've mentioned, telling the kids the news was so hard. They were devastated, simply devastated. Wesley and I made sure to involve them and help them understand as best we could. On Thursday, we took them to the funeral home to explain the process, to show them the casket (not the baby), and allowed them to put some gifts in the casket. They have been to a couple funerals in the past, so they had some idea what to expect. On Friday, we had a funeral. It was just our family. Wesley read some scripture. We all prayed. We talk through the entire process. And we sang. At first it was a very sad time, but by the time it was over the kids were singing and dancing. I had a friend say to me, isn't that the way you want a funeral to be, singing and dancing, rejoicing. I guess she's right.
Another thing we did was to buy a little blue and white musical lamb. When you wind it, it plays "Jesus Loves Me." Wesley and I have told the kids they could cuddle the lamb and listen to the music and think of Joshua. It's been good therapy for them. They call it their, "Joshua lamb." They really love this little lamb. We've told them that our Joshua is Jesus' lamb now. We all really miss our "Joshua lamb". We loved him before we knew him. We know that our Father loves Him even more. We will always love him, and we look forward to the day that we will meet him again. Joshua's life was short, very short. But I know that God's plan for his short life is big, bigger than I can understand right now.
Joshua Dailey Minor, "Joshua" because Wesley loves the name and he loves the person Joshua in the Bible was and because it was his turn to have his pick of names! :) "Dailey" because it is my maiden name. We have a tradition of giving a biblical name and a family name to all of our children. Also "Dailey" to honor my Daddy. Just a little over a year ago, my Daddy accepted Jesus Christ after an accident that almost claimed his life. Since that time, he has been the grandfather I dreamed of for our children. I'm so proud of him! A good friend reminded us that the name Joshua is a form of the name Jesus (I think that's what I heard, I haven't really check this out myself.) He pointed out that "Joshua Dailey" is like saying "Jesus daily" as in that's what we all need! Isn't that something! I think that's pretty neat. If you read this far, thanks! I'm pleased to share the details of our Joshua's life with anyone interested in hearing!
Joshua Dailey Minor
May 26, 2009
I found out I was pregnant on March 9th. There harldy any greater news in the Minor household than news of a new baby on the way. Wesley and I were so excited! I was also very anxious. Anxious about whether or not the timing was right, anxious about our finances, anxious about how my doctor/family/friends would receive the news. At first Wesley and I kept the news mostly to ourselves. We shared the news with a some close friends, but wanted to wait a while to tell everyone else. As I mentioned, I was especially concerned with how people would receive the news. We had our share of trouble in the past, and many people simply do not understand our desire to have more children. We also wanted to make sure everything was going well before sharing the news with our other kids. It was hard to keep the secret, especially with the kids. It seemed they could just pick up on it. It didn't take long for all those anxious feelings to be replaced with pure joy, excitement, and anticipation.
It seemed the pregnancy could not be off to a better start. From the beginning, everything look great on with my lab work and ultrasounds. My doctor was very supportive and encouraging. We finally began sharing the news after our second doctor's appointment and ultrasound. For the most part, everyone was very happy for us and received the news well. We did have some people share concerns. The kids were so thrilled! They told everyone they came in contact with and talked about our new baby almost constantly! Grace even said she had been praying for a new baby and God had answered her prayers.
All the kids agreed we needed another boy baby. I reminded the kids that we should be grateful either way. But in my heart, I felt like the baby was indeed a boy. With all of our babies except one, I have felt like God impressed upon my heart what we were having (and my impression has been right every time). With Bella Peace, I did not really have a feeling either way. I believe I did not have that same impression with Bella Peace, because I was not surrendered to what God had for us. I so desperately wanted a boy when I was pregnant with her. Not only did I not have that "feeling", we also had a hard time finding out her gender by ultrasound. I feel God did not allow us to find out her gender until I eventually surrendered my desire for a boy. I think that desire was so great at that time, because I had just lost two boys. Regardless, this time, I was ready either way. But, I did feel like we were going to have a boy.
As of May 20th, I was 15 weeks. Even though I still had a long way to go, we were past the critical 1st trimester. And, boy oh boy, were we ever making plans. Wesley and I talked about baby names all the time. Luke talked about playing football with a little brother. Grace couldn't wait to hold the baby and asked all the time, "how much longer until the baby is born." Mary Ruth was happy that Bella Peace would get to be big sister. We began the morning of May 20th so eager and excited to go to the doctor for a check up. I was scheduled for an appointment and ultrasound. Mary Ruth had a dentist appointment at almost the same time. We decided that I would take Luke, Grace, and Bella Peace with me to my appointment while Wesley took Mary Ruth to her dentist appointment. Luke and Grace were so excited that they would get to see our baby on ultrasound. I never had one moment of apprehension about taking them with me to the appointment, because everything had been going so well.
Minutes into that appointment, I knew everything had changed. I played it very cool not wanting to upset the kids. I sent a text message to Wesley that said, "something not right." The ultrasound tech would not discuss the ultrasound with me, but I knew there was something seriously wrong. After a few minutes, Dr. Conrad came into my room and his face said it all. "It doesn't look like the baby is going to live." I guess having the kids with me was a blessing. I think if I had not had them with me, someone would have had to sweep me off the floor. Instead, I calmly made plans for a recheck the next day. I cannot express the shock and disbelief I felt, I still feel. I still cannot believe this has happened.
I met up with Wesley a few minutes later to discuss the appointment in greater detail. We stood outside the van and talked. We both knew that the news was bad, very bad. I dropped the kids off with a friend and went home. I spent the next several hours praying, crying, making calls, and just trying to process what I had heard. The next morning after what seemed like the longest time ever in the waiting room, Dr. Conrad repeated the ultrasound. It revealed what we feared. Sometime in the 24 hours that passed between appointments, our baby entered heaven. I know that should give me some level of comfort, and it does on some level. But, I still can't help but want it the other way. I want to still be pregnant. I want to still be dreaming, planning, preparing. I want my baby boy in my arms. It's been a week now, a very busy week. And all the plans are finished. Instead of planning for new life, we've made plans for a funeral and even carried them out. It's over, all done. I can't help, but think what now. What am I suppose to do now? I don't really feel like carrying on with my normal business. I don't feel like cooking, cleaning, etc. I don't even feel like playing with our other kids. I know, I know, I should appreciate them even more. I should be so grateful. I am. It just takes time to get back into the swing of things, and as a mother there is no time. Everyone and everything demands your all right now.
I wanted tell Joshua's life story. I fear I've gone off tract here. The time that followed finding out we had lost Joshua and now has been filled with many ups and downs. At the times I've needed it most, God has supplied me with the grace I needed to carried on. He has been gracious to answer several prayer request, including allowing me to deliver Joshua. That provided us with the opportunity to see him and hold him. He also graced me with a quick delivery. We were admitted into Huntsville Hospital at 10:00 PM on Monday, May 25th. Upon being admitted we requested one final ultrasound. We were holding out for the supernatural miracle. We prayed that we would see a healthy baby. We believe in the God that could have preformed that miracle, but in His sovereignty chose not to. I received my first dose of medication to induce labor at 12:20 AM. I only required two doses before Joshua was born. We were expecting a very long day, but things progressed quickly.
As a family, we've still managed to share some good times this week. We've shared some hard times, too. As I've mentioned, telling the kids the news was so hard. They were devastated, simply devastated. Wesley and I made sure to involve them and help them understand as best we could. On Thursday, we took them to the funeral home to explain the process, to show them the casket (not the baby), and allowed them to put some gifts in the casket. They have been to a couple funerals in the past, so they had some idea what to expect. On Friday, we had a funeral. It was just our family. Wesley read some scripture. We all prayed. We talk through the entire process. And we sang. At first it was a very sad time, but by the time it was over the kids were singing and dancing. I had a friend say to me, isn't that the way you want a funeral to be, singing and dancing, rejoicing. I guess she's right.
Another thing we did was to buy a little blue and white musical lamb. When you wind it, it plays "Jesus Loves Me." Wesley and I have told the kids they could cuddle the lamb and listen to the music and think of Joshua. It's been good therapy for them. They call it their, "Joshua lamb." They really love this little lamb. We've told them that our Joshua is Jesus' lamb now. We all really miss our "Joshua lamb". We loved him before we knew him. We know that our Father loves Him even more. We will always love him, and we look forward to the day that we will meet him again. Joshua's life was short, very short. But I know that God's plan for his short life is big, bigger than I can understand right now.
Joshua Dailey Minor, "Joshua" because Wesley loves the name and he loves the person Joshua in the Bible was and because it was his turn to have his pick of names! :) "Dailey" because it is my maiden name. We have a tradition of giving a biblical name and a family name to all of our children. Also "Dailey" to honor my Daddy. Just a little over a year ago, my Daddy accepted Jesus Christ after an accident that almost claimed his life. Since that time, he has been the grandfather I dreamed of for our children. I'm so proud of him! A good friend reminded us that the name Joshua is a form of the name Jesus (I think that's what I heard, I haven't really check this out myself.) He pointed out that "Joshua Dailey" is like saying "Jesus daily" as in that's what we all need! Isn't that something! I think that's pretty neat. If you read this far, thanks! I'm pleased to share the details of our Joshua's life with anyone interested in hearing!
Joshua Dailey Minor
May 26, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Back to Real Life
We've been away for a few days. We went out of town for a wedding and returned home this afternoon. It was a great weekend. The wedding was a small family wedding where family does it all, catering, decorating, food, pictures, etc. I enjoyed the wedding very much and actually had a pretty big role. Also, all of my children were involved. Needless to say, it was a very busy weekend.
I was unprepared for how hard returning home would be. I've been in great spirits for days. The morning started off good, and the trip home was good. But when I walked through my front door, something happened. Real life slapped me in the face. I've been extremely down ever since. Since the day we found out there might be a problem, I've had something to focus on. First it was whether or not there really was a problem. Then it was the hospital stay and delivery. Then it was arrangments for a funeral. Finally it was a wedding and trip out of town. But now, it's back to real life. Real life is very sad right now. In my real life, my baby is no longer with me and I miss him greatly.
After more than a week off, Wesley returns to work tomorrow. He's taken such good care of me. Pray that real life will be kind to me. Sorry to end on a down note...
Love,
Jennifer
I was unprepared for how hard returning home would be. I've been in great spirits for days. The morning started off good, and the trip home was good. But when I walked through my front door, something happened. Real life slapped me in the face. I've been extremely down ever since. Since the day we found out there might be a problem, I've had something to focus on. First it was whether or not there really was a problem. Then it was the hospital stay and delivery. Then it was arrangments for a funeral. Finally it was a wedding and trip out of town. But now, it's back to real life. Real life is very sad right now. In my real life, my baby is no longer with me and I miss him greatly.
After more than a week off, Wesley returns to work tomorrow. He's taken such good care of me. Pray that real life will be kind to me. Sorry to end on a down note...
Love,
Jennifer
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Update
I feel like God has revealed some big things to me in the past 24 hours. One day I hope to share more about those things. Sometime in the the next few days, I will be sharing more details about our time in the hospital and about meeting the baby boy we named Joshua Dailey Minor. For now, I just going to post the emails we sent to update family and friends.
UPDATE # 1 TUESDAY MORNING
It actually has been a pretty rough morning for Jennifer. After a restful night she had a bad reaction to the pain medication they gave her at about 7am. She also had a significant drop in her blood pressure which also caused her problems and required treatment.
However, after those two issues were resolved God blessed her with a very quick delivery of the baby at about 9:30am. We were preparing for sometime tonight if at all. So it was much earlier than we planned. It was a boy, as we were suspecting. We named him Joshua Dailey. We are so relieved that the delivery went so smoothly. An answered prayer, praise God!! She still has some issues that need to be resolved and this may still require surgery so be in prayer about that. But we are so blessed we are able to see and hold the baby.
Jennifer welcomes visitors.
To God be the glory.
We love you,
Wesley and Jennifer
UPDATE # 2 WEDNESDAY NIGHT
We are home. Yesterday was almost a blur. So much happened and so fast. The surgery Wesley referred to was a D&C, which I did end up having yesterday afternoon.
Many have asked if we plan to have any type service for Joshua as we did for Samuel and Isaiah. We have planned a small grave side service. However since our kids are a little older this time and understand so much better what has occurred, we plan to have our immediate family only. We feel this will put us in a better position to help them understand and deal the grief they are experiencing.
Thank you so much for each and every call, email, visit, kind word, card, thought, and prayer you all have offered on our behalf. God has heard and answered these prayers. We are doing well and happy to be home.
Love,
Jennifer
I wanted to post those updates here because this blog is my journal more than anything else.
God really answered our prayers in allowing me to be able to give birth to Joshua, and He threw in the really quick part just because He can! We are still praying to get the results and some answers from genetic testing. We should get the results in 3 or 4 weeks. As I get time in the next few days, I will share more details. This is it for tonight.
Love,
Jennifer
UPDATE # 1 TUESDAY MORNING
It actually has been a pretty rough morning for Jennifer. After a restful night she had a bad reaction to the pain medication they gave her at about 7am. She also had a significant drop in her blood pressure which also caused her problems and required treatment.
However, after those two issues were resolved God blessed her with a very quick delivery of the baby at about 9:30am. We were preparing for sometime tonight if at all. So it was much earlier than we planned. It was a boy, as we were suspecting. We named him Joshua Dailey. We are so relieved that the delivery went so smoothly. An answered prayer, praise God!! She still has some issues that need to be resolved and this may still require surgery so be in prayer about that. But we are so blessed we are able to see and hold the baby.
Jennifer welcomes visitors.
To God be the glory.
We love you,
Wesley and Jennifer
UPDATE # 2 WEDNESDAY NIGHT
We are home. Yesterday was almost a blur. So much happened and so fast. The surgery Wesley referred to was a D&C, which I did end up having yesterday afternoon.
Many have asked if we plan to have any type service for Joshua as we did for Samuel and Isaiah. We have planned a small grave side service. However since our kids are a little older this time and understand so much better what has occurred, we plan to have our immediate family only. We feel this will put us in a better position to help them understand and deal the grief they are experiencing.
Thank you so much for each and every call, email, visit, kind word, card, thought, and prayer you all have offered on our behalf. God has heard and answered these prayers. We are doing well and happy to be home.
Love,
Jennifer
I wanted to post those updates here because this blog is my journal more than anything else.
God really answered our prayers in allowing me to be able to give birth to Joshua, and He threw in the really quick part just because He can! We are still praying to get the results and some answers from genetic testing. We should get the results in 3 or 4 weeks. As I get time in the next few days, I will share more details. This is it for tonight.
Love,
Jennifer
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Admitted
We are checked into the hospital, and the induction is now officially underway. Arriving was hard, as we had anticipated. We have a super incredible nurse, Tasha, who is taking such tender care of us. We've just finished taking care of all the admission stuff, and I have taken the first dose of the medication for the induction. We requested one final look at the baby before getting started just to be sure. Knowing that He is able, we prayed God had done the supernatural. It was not to be.
It's true He gives you the grace when you need it. Our spirits are high and we are doing OK at this hour. We will update as we have news and are able.
Thanks for your prayers.
Love,
Jennifer
It's true He gives you the grace when you need it. Our spirits are high and we are doing OK at this hour. We will update as we have news and are able.
Thanks for your prayers.
Love,
Jennifer
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