It's a boy

I remember when we found out it was a boy!!! I knew all along it was one. Or maybe I was just hoping for a boy. I don't know why I didn't want a girl, but I really didn't. Of course I would have loved our baby if it was a girl (you have to say that) but I was excited it was a boy.
I already had everything for his room in a cart waiting to be bought when we found out he was a boy. I had no idea what I would do if it ended up as a girl.
We found out in front of our friends and family. It was the greatest moment ever!!!! Ben was rooting for a girl but I think just because I was rooting for a boy. I knew he wanted his football player.

So the moment we found out we were going to have a little boy I pressed the button "buy" on all of our online purchases. Its a good thing we had just gotten our tax return in!!!!

I knew exactly how I wanted to do his nursery. I had found it on pinterest months before I even knew I was pregnant! I didn't let Ben have a say at all. He is actually is one of those guys that actually cares about that sort of stuff. But he let me do whatever I wanted. And actually he didn't have a choice. He works out of state so he is not even home to have an opinion!!!

So months before my Little monkey was due I had his room completely finished. I had all of my friends helping me at some point because I was so stubborn about getting it done as quickly as possible. I am very proud of his room and I am proud of myself because I am usually one of those people who have great ideas but never follows through with them. I am really trying to change that part about me, but God knows it is only through his grace.

Well God's grace was totally on this room!!! Ha ha ha!!! Because it kicks butt!!!

The Waiting Game

This week has been a whirl wind. It started of scary and ended.... well I'll let the suspense rise and you can find out at the end of this post!!! :)

It all started when my little monkey was under the weather. He has had this cough for three weeks so I decided to stay home from work and keep him in his room with the humidifier on all day long.

I called the doctor just to ask if I could use vicks to help clear him up!!! Thats all I called for!!! Well he said he wanted little monkey to come in and make sure his cough was not turning into something more serious. So we came in and WAITED in the waiting room. We were waisting precious humidifier time. Finally that brought us back to the room. Doctor came in and said his cough sounded good (if coughs can sound good...) and said he wanted to go ahead and do his 6 month check up. Then he checked his weight.... dun dun duuuunnnn. That's when we found out he has gained hardly any weight in 3 months. So he sent us to do blood work. 

We went to the hospital and WAITED. They finally called us back to put a needle in my poor baby's arms. And then I WAITED as my baby screamed for them to get enough blood. They sent us home saying that our doctor would call us with the results. I told my husband what was going on and we WAITED for what seemed like forever. I waited 5 miles away and we waited 500 miles away (I don't really know if that is how far away he is, it just sounded good to say)

A few hours later the phone rang. The results were abnormal. He threw out words like leukemia, cystic fibrosis, kidney failure.... I was heart broken. He referred us to Arkansas Children's Hospital. 

My dad came to drive us because it is almost 4 hours away. We packed little monkey up and got in the car and WAITED to get there. We got there and the wonderful (great hospital by the way) doctors looked at his previous blood results and confirmed something was not right. They wanted to run the tests again. So after more blood work, X-rays, and scans we WAITED for the results. I firmly believe that it is God's will to heal every time but I found my self with one foot standing in faith that my son will be healed and the other foot in the unknown. I was shaken up by all of this but then mad at myself for being worried because I KNOW what the Word says about healing. 

So all I could do was WAIT. The results came back. The doctors stood there with both results in his hand, the one little monkey had before and the new results from the new tests. Their faces were in disbelief. They said the new tests show everything was normal, but they wanted to run the tests again because the new results were so contrary from the old ones. So they ran it again and we WAITED, this time with both feet standing on faith. The tests came back normal. They still wanted us to stay the night and do a cystic fibrosis test in the morning. So we WAITED in the peace of the Lord till morning to take this test

The test came out normal. I have never loved hearing that word "normal" so much in my life. So they sent us home with a strict eating schedule and a weight gain goal for the end of the month. My little monkey just got his first testimony. God had healed him. We give him the glory.
The next day was my little Monkey turned 6 months old and I can humbly, and thankfully say that he is healthy. And I stand in awe of God's grace once again. You know just last week we celebrated the fact that Jesus died and rose again and I thought about one of the reason why Jesus did that is so that thousands of years later my little Monkey could have his first testimony of an amazing healing, that revelation brought me to my knees.

6 months old and healthy

And now we WAIT some more. This time to see what other amazing things God is going to do in our lives. 

Eyes of a Little

I don't know what babies are supposed to do, or the common things that every baby does. People laugh at me because I will say "My little man does this, and this, and this, etc.. Isn't that so cool. He is so smart" and they reply saying every baby does that. Well not as cool as my little monkey does it!!!



Since before my little monkey had the ability to see clearly out his eyes he wonld stare at me. Now that he is almost 6 month old he does it ALL the time. If I am in the room he is perfectly content to stare at me. He will glance over to what is going on in the room every once in a while but then he will fix his eyes back on his mommy.

Well tonight I am sitting here just watching him stare at me (there are a million other things to do in this house of mine but none of them are as rewarding than staring back at my son) As I sat there I realized something. His eyes are going to be fixed on me for the rest of his life. In an instance I felt fear, humility, and then the grace of God. I want what my son sees in me to reflect Christ, so that his eyes in the end will be fixed on Him. I felt the heaviness of this assignment but at the same time I felt God's grace. I knew that just like everything else in my life the Lord will show me how to do this as well. And in that moment I felt so grateful because the Lord chose those little eyes to look at me, knowing that I would show monkey how to look at HIM.

Praying for Poop

My husband is a pipeliner. He travels a lot. I think we spent 3 months together the entire first year we were married. Some of my friends are jealous!! It can sometimes be hard for us but it is doable and we are just very thankful that he has a very good paying job. We both admit that it is a little harder on us now that we our little boy is here but fortunately I am a school teacher so we get to visit him on my breaks.

Well we just had spring break and my little Monkey and I decided to get on a big plane and fly all the way to Michigan. I have flown all my life, my dad is a small plane pilot, but I have never flown with an infant. So I did what I do best, figure out everything that could go wrong and then plan and prepare to avoid any of those things from happening.

I did however learn somethings about taking an infant on the plane:
1. Do not leave home with out one of those pacifier clip thingys.
2. Nursing is not possible on a plane (believe me I tried) Bring a bottle
3. Sit by the bathroom. It gave my little monkey a lot of people to talk to and smile at.

On our way back we were trying to get Monkey to poop. He hadn't pooped in 5 days (which is normal for him), but I didn't want him to poop on the plane. So we forced juice down him and apple baby food and anything we could think of to get that kid to poop. And yes we did pray for poop. But he didn't poop. So the next day we said good bye to daddy and got on the plane. We sat down and just as the plane is taxiing down the runway my little Monkey looks at me smiles and then lets out a sigh of relief. And then I smelled it, and so did the lady next to me because she looked at me and then my child's but and shook her head. Yes he had pooped and there was nothing we could do about it because the seat belt sign was on. And it stayed on for an hour because there were bad winds. Meanwhile the lady next to me kept staring at me and then my kid's poopy but (maybe she wanted to see it). Long story short I finally got to get up and change his diaper.

We did survive our first plane ride and I got lots of compliments of how good Monkey was.

My Life is Way to Funny

I read blogs, well at least the first paragraph of a blog. There are some that I will read all the way through but they have to be funny. So that's when I decided I should start a blog. I'm funny. Actually the truth is that its not that I am funny, but its that funny things always seem to happen to me. I had a friend in college once tell me that the only reason she is my friend is so she can laugh at all the random things that happen to me. Thank you college friend!! I am glad I could give you a laugh at my expence!! Actually I think that all the random crazy things that happen to me is a waste if someone can't get a laugh from it.

I also wanted a place to write down all of my wonderful, and not so wonderful, memories of my son. His nick name is Monkey. His Uncle Bubba (which is also a nick name) gave it to him. He also really loves bananas. We did name him monkey before we knew he liked bananas.

Since I have had my little monkey the Lord has taught me so many lessons in grace and humility and love and..... well I could go on and on. I already have so many stories that I could write (5 1/2 months worth). My goal is to write them as I remember them so they may not be in order. I have a really bad long term memory, I think sometimes my friend Jamie uses that to her advantage!!! Ha ha!!

Enjoy!!