Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Winter 2019

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Ugh...so here I sit with my 3 kiddos at home, yet another snow day this school year.  This is our 7th or 8th one...I think.  I lost count a little while back!  This time it is due to freezing rain that fell during the night, so definitely warranted, however.  Hopefully it will warm up just a bit today and start melting some of this ice so that we can try to escape the house today.  I guess I can't complain too much about the winter we are having this year.  We were blessed with 50 degree weather in December, which is practically unheard of for Michigan!  It has definitely made up for lost time in the new year though; ice, snow, subzero temperatures one week, followed by 40 degree days the next week...Mother Nature is hitting us with it all!

The hardest part about no school snow days is that it gets more and more difficult to find something to entertain the kids while we are stuck indoors, especially trying to find something for them to do that they will ALL get along!  We are at an age gap between the 3 that is becoming a little more challenging.  My oldest are 11, and they are transitioning out of the toy stage and into iPods and music and reading more books, whereas my youngest, who just turned 5 in December, just wants to play with them all the time.  He really wants to be just like his big brother, which of course annoys big brother to no end.  I am the oldest sibling, so I completely get the annoyance factor that they are feeling with their brother, but it is still exhausting diffusing silly arguments day after day after day; "He won't get off of me!", "I just want to read alone!", "He won't play with me!". Sigh....  I know that one day this will pass and they will be the best of friends, I just need some extra patience for the time being.  That, and an appointment to get my hair colored to hide some of the grays that are popping up! 😄

 

Thursday, March 22, 2018

I Love Them 'To The Moon And Back'

So, there is a lot to catch up on since the last time I posted any real update to my journey.  I think I left off while pregnant with my 4th child and gearing up for that new adventure.  I don't know how it happened, but my "baby" is now 4 years old!  This motherhood thing may be stressful/crazy/fun/rewarding, but boy does it go fast!  Let me begin by introducing you to my children;
My oldest (by 1 minute) is Lauren.  She is a sweet, caring, kind, smart, fun little girl who can usually be found with her cute nose in a book or doing a science experiment.  She is in the 5th grade and gets excellent report cards, although this past year has been a little more difficult since they have started using letter grades (A, B, C....).  She definitely got her mama's anxiety. 😞 I like to compare Lauren to one of my favorite book characters, Anne Shirley, from Anne of Green Gables; very smart, likes to use grown up words, kind and sociable, but has a bit of a temper.  She likes to keep busy in her spare time with her new favorite sport, volleyball, and performing in her school's annual spring musicals.  This year they are performing Alice in Wonderland and she has earned the part of the Duchess!  She is so excited!  Lauren is one of my triplet preemies, and has really overcome the most medically speaking.  When she was a week old she suffered a "brain bleed", which essentially is a stroke.  It actually cleared up fairly quickly, but she was left with some effects from it.  Most noticeably was that she kept her right arm tucked up close to her body at all times and really didn't want to use it at all, and also when she was learning to sit up she had very minimal strength in her core for support.  She was referred to physical and occupational therapy, and let me tell you, she did great!  We were told that she may never walk; she was walking within a few months of starting therapy.  We were told that she may never be able to use her right arm; she graduated occupational therapy within 2 years and I'm the only one who can tell that there is a slight bend to her arm.  We weren't sure if there would be any learning difficulties; and like I said above, she gets very good grades and loves to read.  Needless to say, I am very proud of my girl.
Next up we have Noah.  He is also very kind and loving, although nowadays he doesn't really like to show that side of himself publicly...darn puberty.  He is also, obviously, in the 5th grade, and like his sister gets very good grades.  School is not his favorite thing, like a lot of boys his age, so sometimes we struggle with getting him to work on his homework or put in some reading time, but he absorbs what he learns easily and really does do good.  Noah is a huge fan of Star Wars, I think he has watched each of the movies at least 5 time each!  His room is full of Star Wars Lego sets, action figures, clothes...it has essentially taken over!  In addition to Star Wars, Noah is also passionate about baseball.  He started playing T-ball at age 4, and has played every summer since.  Well, except for one season when he broke his elbow falling off the monkey bars at school!  Last year we tried a travel ball team for the first time, and he had so much fun!  This year we are trying a new league, and are really looking forward to getting back out on the ball field....only a few more weeks to go!  Noah is also trying his hand at his school's spring musical this year, but instead of performing on stage, he has opted to be part of the stage crew.  It's a lot of responsibility, but he can definitely handle it.  He was born second, baby B, and for being born at 29 weeks gestation, really didn't have many complications that can sometimes be expected with preemies.  He did suffer from a necrotizing enterocolitis, which is where the colon develops a bleed.  Many times these babies have to undergo surgery to try and repair the damage, but Noah was so lucky to have some of the best nurses in the world taking care of him.  They noticed the tiniest trace of blood in his diaper and immediately started treating his infection with antibiotics.  It was a long 10 days, but he got better, and had no other complications! 
Lastly, we have the baby, Jackson.  But don't call him that; he has been a self proclaimed "big boy" for 3-1/2 years now!  His brother and sister are 6 years older than him, so he has been on the fast track to big kid stuff since the get go.  I think his biggest goal is to especially be like his best friend, his big brother Noah!  Jax is in his first year of preschool this year, and is really doing great!  He was quite a shy little guy at first, but he has come out of his shell, and has made some wonderful friends.  I am so glad that he gets to go to the same school next year and still be with the same group of kiddos.  So Jackson...Jackson, Jackson, Jackson.  I have heard other parents say, "If he had been my first, he would have been my last!", well, I can completely relate to that.  Don't get me wrong, he is a very sweet, caring, cuddly little boy who still loves to snuggle on mama's lap, but boy oh boy is he strong willed!  We can definitely butt heads, actually it happens almost every day over one small thing or another, but while I am trying to instill respect for adults and rules in him, I am also trying to let him hang on to some of the stubbornness as I believe it will serve him well as an adult.  He is very passionate about whatever toy or object he has picked for the day.  Once he has chosen it, that object does not leave his hands for practically the whole day...sometimes longer; I have a stuffed animal set of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer characters that I set out at Christmastime, but he has claimed them as his own and they have accompanied him to bed for the past 4 months now!  He has a great imagination, and it's really fun to see him make up stories and games with his siblings or cousins.  This will be Jax's first year of playing T-ball...following in big brother's footsteps, and he is so excited to begin!

That about does it for now.  I can't wait to share more stories about my kiddos, our new puppy, my fiance, and our crazy, hectic life!
          

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Welcome back!

It has been a while, a few years in fact, since I last wrote on this blog.  There have been many ups, many downs, and many other wonderful moments in between that I can't wait to share with all of you!  I am hoping to turn what started out as primarily a journey to overcome the grief of losing my daughter, into something that, while still being used as a therapy outlet, also includes other aspects of my life; my 3 living children, job changes, an engagement, welcoming a new puppy into our family, along with many other twists and turns that only life can give you.  I hope you will join me on this new journey! 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

A New Journey

Hello there!  Yes, it has been a VERY long time since I last wrote.  Life has been so busy and bustling around here, the time just slips away from me before I have a chance to sit down for a few minutes to write. 

So, right to it.  Since my last post around Christmas last year I did make it back to my doctor and started a second medication to help with my depression and anxiety issues.  What a miracle!  The difference it made in how I felt was night and day!  I am so glad that I finally took that step and made it back to see her and continue my treatment.  But since April or so I decided to come off of my medication.  Everything was going beautifully, but I found out I am pregnant!  Against all odds somehow my boyfriend and I conceived a child who is due to be born December 19, 2013.  I made the decision to come off of the meds just because there wasn't enough evidence out there to convince me that it was completely safe to take them while pregnant.  And actually, even though I was a little nervous about falling back down that hill of despair again, I am doing very well!  I think the fact that there is a new little life growing inside of me has made it much easier to handle everything else in my life that at one point was bringing me down.  Now, don't get me wrong, I still have bad moments, but my bounce-back time from those moments is much faster than it used to be.  I just feel immensely blessed to have been given the chance to have another pregnancy.  So far everything looks to be going well.  There is just 1 baby in there this time (whew!) and based on all of my labs and an ultrasound he is developing normally and is healthy.  I just thank God every day that He gave me another chance at motherhood and to know what it is like to have a basically "textbook" pregnancy this time, without all of the extra worries that come with having multiples.  My 2 other little ones, who turned 6 this past June, are so excited to have a new little brother in their lives.  They can't wait!  I am coming up on some pretty significant anniversaries in the next few weeks that may possibly be challenging for me.  First up is tomorrow, the beginning of the 25th week of my pregnancy, which is the same point in my last pregnancy that I was admitted due to mild contractions.  The second date is when I reach week 29, which is the point when I delivered my 3 precious little ones.  I am hopeful that the healing I have accomplished thus far will help me through these anniversaries, and I know for a fact that my boyfriend and family will help me through whatever obstacles I may not get over on my own.  The support means the most!

~Casey   

Friday, December 21, 2012

Happy Holidays?

I know it has been a long time since I have written.  The past couple of months have been very busy, and honestly, getting more and more difficult as we get closer to Christmas.  I never think that this time of year is going to affect me as much as it does.  Of course I think about Julia, I always think about Julia.  But at Christmastime the "what ifs" are especially bad for me.  I wonder what it would have been like if I had all 3 of my children here to anxiously await Santa's arrival, baking him some cookies and leaving a tall glass of milk on the coffee table on Christmas Eve.  I wonder what it would be like to have 6 little feet padding down the stairs on Christmas morning, followed by squeals of excitement and wrapping paper flying everywhere.  Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Christmas with my 2 remaining children.  I set a limit each year of how many gifts they will get, but I can never stick with it...it is just too much fun watching their excited little faces as they unwrap everything.  They are 5 this year, that perfect age of innocence and wonder.  This time of year is still so full of magic for them.  My heart swells with love for these 2 little people, they mean the world to me, but something will always be missing.  Ever since I lost Julia, Christmas just hasn't felt the same.  I have to almost force myself to bring out the decorations and just have a festive feeling in general, but I do it for Noah and Lauren.

Earlier this year I finally faced my depression reality and decided to go to a doctor about it.  She thought it was too long past my loss to still be feeling as bad as I did so she prescribed me an antidepressant.  I hated the fact that I had to take medicine to feel better, that I couldn't just do it on my own, but over time they started working and I was actually feeling better!  But then last August I lost my last remaining grandparent, my Nanny.  I miss all of my grandparents terribly, but for whatever reason her death has hit me the hardest.  I don't know if it is because she was the last one, or the fact that I actually got the rare chance to say goodbye to her just a few days before she passed (the only one of my grandparents I actually got to do that), or that she is the first loss I have had since I started my actual grieving of Julia.  Probably a little of all of that.  Regardless, it hit me hard.  I felt like since starting the antidepressants I was finally climbing up the hill out of the depths of my depression, but then Nanny died and I seemed to fall down.  I didn't tumble back down that hill, but I sure fell flat on my face, and it took me quite a long time to seem to get up again and start moving forward.  Unfortunately I haven't made it back to where I was before that happened.

I am hopeful that once the holidays have passed things will get a little better.  Maybe by next year I will have made it a little farther up the hill and grieved a little more, so, unlike right now, it won't feel like I am forcing my Christmasy mood.  

      

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Some Quotes That Touch My Heart

I held you when you took your last breath, I will hold you again when I take mine. -Unknown

No one else will ever know the strength of my love for you.  After all, you are the only ones who know what my heart sounds like from the inside. -Unknown

I never know it was possible to be in so much pain and still be alive.  But alive I am, and survive I will, if for no other reason to be a testimony of my love for Julia and to make her proud. -Elizabeth Wheeldon from Lost for Words by Carly Marie Dudley (changed name to Julia)

All endings are also beginnings.  We just don't know it at the time. -Mitch Albom

Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending. -Carl Bard

And one more that I wrote down myself and look at every single day, just to give myself a little bit of hope...There IS light at the end of this tunnel!

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Julia Grace

Her name was Julia Grace Fisher.  She was born at Mercy St. Vincent Medical Center on June 29, 2007 at 4:09 a.m., weighed 1 pound 6 ounces, and was 13 inches long.  She had 10 tiny fingers, 10 tiny toes, and just a little bit of dark brown hair.  I got to hold her for a few hours on June 30, 2007, and then she passed from this world into Heaven at 8:53 p.m.  After it was announced that she had passed a single firework went off somewhere outside of the hospital, which I believe was her way of letting us know that she had made it into God's arms safely.  I miss her so much everyday.  Five years later and I still have so many emotions I am dealing with, and so much farther to go until I may feel just a sliver of normalcy to my life again.  The story of my journey from pregnancy to loss spans quite a few years, so I will save that for another time.