Our friends Bob and Brenda whom we haven’t seen in over 2 years contacted us about a year ago about this family that they are friends with… Dan and Rebecca Small. He had a condition in that he had 3 months to live. I felt led to call Rebecca last year and was so glad that I did as she was so receiving of a stranger calling her who cared. She warmed up to me quickly and we talked for a long time. We spoke a few other times and disclosed other trials and such and found that we both had a lot in common Matthew contacted Dan as well and they spoke on the phone and e-mailed on occasion. Dan had a website also for some Bible stories for kids that he had made so our kids read them with dad at night for a time. Last they spoke, Matthew and Dan were going to critique each other’s websites.
Six months ago or so Dan e-mailed everyone to let them know that he felt the Lord had healed him. He was a little hesitant to but was so filled with joy that he couldn’t hold back. He was feeling much better. We didn’t hear much about his condition as he was feeling better. He and his wife went down South somewhere to where their daughter was in a National Scripture memorizing type contest. They also drove a day’s drive to Yakima, WA from Brinnon, WA as he was to preach on Easter Sunday at a church there.
We just received news this morning from our friend that he passed. The above picture was taken a couple years ago just before his illness. Please pray for his dear wife and children as I know they are all hurting and missing him so much. She wrote to share that he had a peaceful day but suffered through the night with breathing. His last words to her was, “Peace. Peace I leave with you.” What beautiful words to leave with her. He wants her to be in peace about his death. He loved the Lord and was more than happy to go though he wanted to be here for his family.
Update: Apparently the doctor did look at the placenta and he wants me to start on baby aspirin to keep the blood flow good for baby. I am going to start non-stress tests in 2 weeks locally so I won’t have to drive 1 hour one way (30 minutes one way). I still don’t know if he measured the baby but all seems well… : )
I went to my appointment yesterday morning with the 1 hour glucose test on my mind, the wanting to get checked for anemia once more as I’m out of breath earlier than normal and what I needed to do afterwards in town. I took my glucose drink upon arrival and the doctor’s assistant called me back. Getting a little closer to the hour to have my blood drawn and I still hadn’t seen the doctor, he came in. Immediately and happily he shared about a phone call and something about a 74 year old patient of his who he discovered doesn’t have ovarian cancer but something due to her liver that another medical facility failed to disclose to him. He put me on the table to do the ultrasound and then his phone rang…. He was gone and I was looking at the clock as I had 15 minutes or so to get my blood drawn. I did not want to drink the glucose again so I was determined to wipe the gel off my belly and tell the front desk if he didn’t come back in so many minutes.
The doctor came back and I shared about the glucose test and the timing of the clock.He said ten minutes late wouldn’t make a difference. I spoke about being out of breath and he shared,”Well, you haven’t been pregnant at 45 years of age either.” I thought that was cute. He looked at Benjamin for 1-2 minutes sharing that his stomach looked normal and how with down syndrome they have a variation with their stomach and had me out the door. I didn’t realize until I got home later in the rush of things that I had completely forgotten that he was supposed to look at the growth of baby Benjamin and the calcium on the placenta. How I could forget something like that when I have thought of it several times a day for the past 3 weeks is beyond me. Maybe the rush of everything once again or the complete absentmindedness/forgetfulness that we get in later pregnancy. Oh, it kept me up last night. I lost 3 hours of sleep. I felt so bad and a bit upset that I was whisked in and out so quickly again. Poor husband woke to me crying last night and comforted me as he always does (pregnancy brings out the tears a bit more too).
So, I called and left a message this morning with the doctor’s assistant explaining the situation. I will try to get in next week. I’m still awaiting her call so I’ll call her before the day is done. I know the doctor completely forgot too as he seemed elated at the discovery at his patient (that he probably wasn’t supposed to disclose to me) and he set up my next appointment for 4 weeks out. This one had been for 3 to check for growth. I’m sure he’s going to feel pretty bad and stupid on his part. I know these things happen. He has a lot of patients. I’ll just have to keep a list of anything I wish to discuss with him and tell him that I need more time as this isn’t the first 5 minute visit.
There’s my absentminded thinking that strikes me in pregnancy. I know many other women go through the same things… I don’t know what it is but it’s embarrassing. Especially when it’s something important that you think of day in day out. Poor Benjamin, you don’t know a thing in your nice, comfy place and that’s good. I’m sure your growth is just fine as I look 33 weeks along, not 28! : ) See you soon sweet boy!
Here are a few projects that the kids have been working on. Leah made a little barn for the cow out of index cards and tape.
The kids were working on puzzles this morning during their hour break. They wanted to do this rather than play outside.
I woke from my nap one day to find that the girls had picked some pretty flowers for me.
Here’s the latest ultrasound picture of Benjamin taken a couple of weeks ago. My next appointment is on the 7th of May. It’s hard to believe he’d be here only two months later! The time is going by so quick now.
I had an appointment yesterday. All was well with the Quad Screen test. No genetic defects, etc… I think that’s pretty good for my age. The doctor did note though that my placenta is already starting to deposit bits of calcium on it. He called it a calcified placenta. Most women start getting a calcified placenta right at the end of pregnancy… many have calcium deposits on it after a late delivery at 42 weeks. I am only 25 weeks but I guess I am getting old. The placenta doesn’t quite have it in it to do the job without tiring out. : ) It is actually in a state of deterioration already which means that it could compromise the health of the baby as it more calcium deposits build, less oxygen and nutrition for baby. He did share that it’s normal for my age and he wants to access how the baby’s growth is from here on out. So, I will go back in 3 weeks for a check on his growth.
Next, they will have me go in for non-stress tests bi-weekly then weekly… again, due to my age as there is a sharp increase in stillbirths especially right towards the end of pregnancy. He shared that often the baby is fine one day and gone the next. I didn’t like hearing that. : ( I do have a doppler so you can bet that I will be listening to the baby more and more as the latter end of pregnancy approaches. I still think back to all the appointments of ultrasounds with the twins to check for twin to twin transfusion and how when they shared they wanted me to go in for non-stress tests that I being exhausted from pregnancy, the move, trying to sell another home and all of the appointments, I wasn’t going to go in for the tests. It was just. too. much. I went upstairs for my daily prayer one morning and the Lord asked me if I would regret not going in one or both of the babies perished. I knew then to go in. It was the 2nd or 3rd time that they found Anna’s heart rate was going from 190 and plummeting down to 60. Thank God for my inconvenience of going in. Thank God the Lord speaks and His people hear! I know there’s nothing I can do for this baby as there’s nothing I could do for the others. I can only listen for Him and obey Him when He tells me to do something. We can have rest when we follow Him knowing we were following Him even when bad things happen. It’s when we don’t listen to Him that our hearts break as Matthew and I have learned in coming back to Washington and buying this home. We’re getting there Lord but only because of You!
So, I am not panicking about my doctor’s visit, just concerned and hoping that if this is my last pregnancy that He will be born healthy. I can see how the Lord even has His timing in a woman’s fertility. She only has so many years and things start to decline. Then when her babies are ready to move into early childhood, where she cannot have anymore, she has grandchildren (if she has older children). Many of my friends are grandmothers and are having their last babies. It’s neat to see how things have been for all man’s time on earth. We didn’t all get here by families having one or two children. We think it’s normal but it’s really not. I am so thankful to have had all of these children. I was 35 when we married and really thought I was finished with my two older ones. I can’t imagine not having the life I have now. It’s like a brand new life, everything. I just love it. Thanks for reading while I just share my thoughts. I have a cute ultrasound picture of Benjamin as soon as my battery charges.