This blog follows the journey of my 4th pregnancy from the fleck we saw at the first ultrasound to the birth and nicu stay of my beautiful little bird born at 27 weeks and 4 days. The bane of my life is my antiphospholipid syndrome which has caused 3 miscarriages, including the loss of our son, Max, at 21 weeks. ...more
We spent Wednesday evening in the ER with littlest after he suffered from his second febrile seizure. Heath was home alone with the boys when it happened, as I was on my way to my weekly Teen MOPS meeting at church. ...more
Imagine if we knew when a life changing event was about to be set in motion. How would we react when one of those simple things that sets the proverbial snowball rolling in our lives? I hope I would react better than I did a few years ago. I had no idea that this woman’s simple request would not only tug at our hearts, it would add to our family. ...more
Do you have a prayer request? A special need? Well, I spent all night placing a live webcam to Lourdes, France on my website, including a little mailbox to their prayer request email. All kinds of weird computer problems kept cropping up, and I kept offering them up as a prayer, which did help to keep me from being annoyed. Then...
This morning I got an email from a friend who told me that today is OUR LADY OF LOURDES FEAST DAY! Wow. I had no idea! That is just so cool...
So here's how a family starts... Somewhere in the middle of career and school, while getting okay with "just me", I went to play cards at a friend's house and met the last guy I ever expected to marry....more
First and foremost, let me get something out of the way - PARENTING TRAUMATIZED CHILDREN IS PROBABLY ONE OF THE MOST DIFFICULT THINGS ANY HUMAN CAN BE REQUIRED TO DO - EVER. It is hard. It is hard. It is hard, and every single day you will discover that it is quite HARD!...more
It's a phrase which warms the cockles of some of our hearts. *cough* Children who come from traumatic histories share a bond ... a trauma bond. For children who have lived together during that trauma, it can be even more pronounced.
What does this mean - this "trauma bond" thing?
Five minutes before I sat down to write a blog post yesterday, four-and-a-half year old “Emmie” and I stood on the pool deck of our local YMCA, waiting for her swim class to begin. A dozen or so senior citizens finished their aquatic exercise class and climbed out of the pool, and Emmie and I moved aside to allow one of the men in the class to retrieve his towel and flip-flops.
After claiming his belongings, the man stepped in front of us and stopped. He turned to me. “Where’s she from?” he asked.
by Lily CasuraSeventeen years ago Wednesday, I knelt on a carpeted floor in a rented Seattle apartment, tilting a carrot cake I’d just finished baking and decorating with a big numeral “1” in grated carrots, with a single candle – towards a toddler I’ll call Eli, wobbly and uncertain on his feet, supported by his mother’s protective grasp....more
Ahh... the holidays are upon us... Images of sugar plums dancing in our heads while dreaming if Santa Claus will be providing us with treats (or a big fat lump of coal) under our Christmas trees. Who am I kidding?! That is what I want.. those images on the books I read to my son at bedtime.