What do you do when your 2 year old companion for a flight, suddenly has a stuffed animal from nowhere, as they call for pre-boarding?
Well, in my mom’s case, you run to the nearest store — only to discover that there is nothing Disney in that store. Then you look to realize that there is no other store within stealing distance. Then you walk through the crowd with the mouse held high, asking if it is anyone’s mouse. Then, as they make their “final call” for pre-boarding, you grab that naughty little two-year-old’s hand and get on the plane — with the mouse! And then as the passengers walked on the plane, she was still trying to see if it was anyone’s.
I asked her if that two-year-old could verbalize where she got it, and my mom said that for the first time in Pippi’s life, she was silent.
After hearing this whole story before my mom’s plane took off, I was dying when Tristen sent me this photo from when she picked them up!
Find the not-so-hidden Mickey!
Last Thursday, I had my appointment to check on my baby. It was my 20 week appointment where you find out about the detailed health of the baby, so it was a biggie. As I sat in the waiting room, I knew without any doubt that I was going to get bad news that day. My mind fluttered back to a blessing I had at the beginning of my pregnancy where I was told that my baby wouldn’t deal with the blood issues that my other babies had. When I heard that, I immediately knew that my baby would either be part of a miracle, or that I wouldn’t be having this baby. I didn’t give it much thought until the waiting room. And then as my mind fluttered back to the blessing, I knew.
The first ultrasound presented a healthy heartbeat, and I thought, “Wow! My baby does have a heartbeat.” I full expected it to not be there. And then during my second ultrasound, the doctor casually asked me, “Have you been feeling your baby a lot?” I looked back at him, and said, “There isn’t a heartbeat, is there”? He was very surprised by what I said, and asked how I could possibly know that. I told him that I knew in the waiting room that I was going to get bad news. I then asked what we do next. He started to talk about what happens next, and then he wanted to know how I was so composed and calm. I then told him that I felt very prepared for this news, and this was not a shock to me at all. What I didn’t tell him was that I had received a blessing many months before that gave me great clarity in the midst of some really tragic and scary news.
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Fast forward to today. Because our baby had developed enough, we had to deliver him. So with the help of Dr. Thein (who is so insanely awesome that he took charge of this whole thing for me), we went into the hospital, and went through exactly the same sort of induction I received with my other babies. Some have asked if it was a sad and long day. But it wasn’t. It truly wasn’t. It certainly was reverent, but we had a great time at the hospital. There wasn’t any sadness in the room — at all.
When I finally delivered our baby, he was teeny but fully developed. Ten fingers and ten toes, and little muscles in his legs. We weren’t going to bring the kids in, but Scout and Navy both asked to hold him. So we felt great about that. And one of the sweetest moments of the day was Scout describing our little baby to Navy as, “the most perfect, beautiful baby he had ever seen”. That is exactly how we all felt.
We all got to hold this sweet baby, which was a really neat experience. It reminded me of the time when we first told the kids that the baby didn’t grow properly, and went back to Heaven. Dash thought for a while when he heard the news, and then said, “It’s a miracle”! The whole day felt miraculous to me. And I am grateful for the sweet experience. I also love that my kids know they have a personal angel looking out for them.
And in true Denison baby birth fashion…
Of course Micah got a footprint on his arm.
The sweetest, littlest footprint ever!
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Skip-Doc you ask???
Since we were only mid way through this pregnancy, we obviously hadn’t come up with a name yet. I was loving “Skip”, and Micah was fond of “Doc”. Because we don’t know which way it would have gone — when they asked for his name for record purposes, I responded with Skip-Doc. And now Skip-Doc it has become — the only baby name we chose 50/50.
But actually, if you think about it, Skip has more letters, so I guess I had a bit more say!
I can not describe how lucky I feel, that my kids have older cousins who adore them.
This is a picture I got from Skylar, while she was on a date to sushi with Scout.
I think that I had about the best childhood a kid could ever have.
But my kids are definitely in a close second.
Happy Mother’s Day to this tired woman with her first baby.
The fact that you did this eleven more times is amazing to me!
Your stamina and patience I will never have.
Your goodness, I hope to have.
Your red hair and freckles, I undoubtedly have.
Thanks for the least of your best qualities.
Skilly is going to two proms this year.
Here, you can see prom hair number one, and an admiring spectator who is always watching, and trying to recreate those styles on me.
There is nothing like a good friend.
And Micah is that good friend.
When Tacky called up and invited him to take a golf cart ride (AKA transport his golf cart from his old house to his new — about 10 miles), not only did Micah agree to go in the rain, but he also provided the drinks.
Oh yeah — I’m a good friend too, because I followed their snail’s pace the whole way to make sure they were safe and not out of battery.
I even provided some amazing Les Miserable background music!
The trip went without a hitch, until the last mile’s hill. Good thing Micah is in shape, because between his pushing from behind, and Tacky’s foot — they made it the whole way!
Navy is getting really good on her rollerblades. But with the training wheels that a stroller provides, she is even better. So today she was giving out free rides, and Cade Hansen took her up on it for an hour. She strolled, and he rode.
Today was the highly-anticipated day where I get pampered with delicious food, served by a handsome son, with a show by that same handsome son to follow.
It’s quite possibly the best program of the year!
After the festivities, I get a beautiful picture of me…
With the sweetest note inside!
Happy Mother’s Day to me!!!
Dash’s birthday falls into the category of being able to go to Transitional Kindergarten. So today we signed him up, and they said he needed his shots. I asked when he needed them by — figuring it was before the first day of school. She said immediately. So our appointment was made, and two hours later — after hanging with the waiting room fish, he got caught up with five shots. Way to keep me and my shots in check Transitional Kindergarten!
Lexi sent me this picture she took of the Pips. She said she was dying over how cute it is. I agree — stinking cute! But man do we have some serious orthodontia in our future! Crowded teeth and a legit overbite are going to cost us a fortune.
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