Tina was a good friend of mine. I don't have a ton of close friends, it's hard when you have a family of your own. Tina, though, didn't mind hanging out with me, even if I had a husband, 2 kids, and my sister tagging along...
Me and Tina met in the early years of grade-school. Her dad was the pastor of our church. I have a few memories of going over to Tina's house, her mom always smiling and baking something in the kitchen, her dad studying in his office or doing yardwork, her brother and sister bugging us while we're trying to play.
Tina and I pretty much lost contact in high school, her family moved (not real far, but to a different school.)
About 1 1/2 years ago, I got word that Tina was also an RN, and she was interested in coming to work at Sanford, in the very same clinic I work in. She came and job shadowed me for a day, and I put in a good word for her :)
Since then we've been co-workers and re-aquainted friends. We've had many supper dates to Hu Hot, many parties and potlucks, discussions and fun at work, and she loved to baby sit my kids.
Tina went to heaven yesterday, while snow skiing in the Black Hills. She was an amazing, kind, compassionate Christian with tons of friends and loved-ones.
Tina took a trip to Israel last month, to the "Holy Land". This is an opportunity I'll probably never have, to feel so close to God, and the foot steps of Jesus. For Tina, though, this wasn't close enough. God needed her in heaven.
It doesn't seem real, that Tina won't be at work tomorrow, that the rest of us have to function without her presence. She won't be at her desk, she won't walk with me to get coffee, she won't be sitting with us at lunch. She won't be able to babysit my kids like she was asking to do just last week... I, like so many others, will miss her so, so much.
There is no doubt, however, that I will see her again. I will see her some day in heaven, and indeed, it will be awesome!
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Saturday, December 31, 2011
2011
A quick year-end review:
Its been quite a YEAR! It started out with the announcemment that I was pregnant and then all the sudden my parents were separated... what a rough road.
Other events included an awesome caribean cruise with Greg. Getting my braces on. Kyla entering her terrible twos. Nolan's birth! And Greg changing jobs.
So many joys but yet that one big dissapointment (my parents)!
I believe that my faith and self-confidence are stronger than ever, but so is my stress and anxiety. Crazy, but true.
I pray for God's continued close guidance as 2012 wont be easy either. But life goes on and I'm thankful for that.
Blessings in the next year to you (and me).
Its been quite a YEAR! It started out with the announcemment that I was pregnant and then all the sudden my parents were separated... what a rough road.
Other events included an awesome caribean cruise with Greg. Getting my braces on. Kyla entering her terrible twos. Nolan's birth! And Greg changing jobs.
So many joys but yet that one big dissapointment (my parents)!
I believe that my faith and self-confidence are stronger than ever, but so is my stress and anxiety. Crazy, but true.
I pray for God's continued close guidance as 2012 wont be easy either. But life goes on and I'm thankful for that.
Blessings in the next year to you (and me).
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Romans 12:9
I think God spoke to me in the shower last night. "Hate what is evil, cling to what is good."
Without even knowing it, I think this has been my motto for the last year.
It's still overwhelming at times- my parent's separation/divorce. Emotions re-surface and stress re-builds.
I've learned a LOT, I can tell you that! Something I really struggle with is my loss of respect for others. There's so many people who I thought I knew, but when put on the spot, let me down immensely! Some of my prime Christian role models have proven themselves not so wonderful. I was raised a Christian person- to do what is right, support good deeds, stay positive. Sometimes I feel that all my "teachers" have deserted their curriculum and left me to defend for myself. There's defiantely lack of "practicing what you preach."
"Hate what is evil"- that's pretty simple- basic Christian principle. Hate sin. Avoid what is wrong. It does not say "Hate WHO is doing evil," but rather hate the sin itself, stay away from it.
"Cling to what is good"- also pretty simple. Do what is right. Model what is good. Support good deeds.
It's all a matter of right vs. wrong. It seems so plain and simple to me... why must it be so difficult?
Without even knowing it, I think this has been my motto for the last year.
It's still overwhelming at times- my parent's separation/divorce. Emotions re-surface and stress re-builds.
I've learned a LOT, I can tell you that! Something I really struggle with is my loss of respect for others. There's so many people who I thought I knew, but when put on the spot, let me down immensely! Some of my prime Christian role models have proven themselves not so wonderful. I was raised a Christian person- to do what is right, support good deeds, stay positive. Sometimes I feel that all my "teachers" have deserted their curriculum and left me to defend for myself. There's defiantely lack of "practicing what you preach."
"Hate what is evil"- that's pretty simple- basic Christian principle. Hate sin. Avoid what is wrong. It does not say "Hate WHO is doing evil," but rather hate the sin itself, stay away from it.
"Cling to what is good"- also pretty simple. Do what is right. Model what is good. Support good deeds.
It's all a matter of right vs. wrong. It seems so plain and simple to me... why must it be so difficult?
Monday, November 7, 2011
Life is good.
It's been awhile since I've blogged, and really I have no excuse. Just been enjoying my time at home with my family!
Most recently, I've been painting. The living area is nearly done, and I've started working on the kitchen. I've never liked the white walls in the living room and the yellow kitchen, so after a year of living here, I'm finally getting to it! The living room is a golden sand color, and the kitchen will be a deep green.
Nolan is 2 months old! He's still a good, cute little thing! He usually sleeps through the night, and boy, has he started smiling! He's so precious. Kyla is really starting to enjoy him now that she gets some reaction from him.
Kyla is something else. Between and the ridiculous things she says, and trying to control her energy, she's busy, busy. And funny.
Most recently, I've been painting. The living area is nearly done, and I've started working on the kitchen. I've never liked the white walls in the living room and the yellow kitchen, so after a year of living here, I'm finally getting to it! The living room is a golden sand color, and the kitchen will be a deep green.
Nolan is 2 months old! He's still a good, cute little thing! He usually sleeps through the night, and boy, has he started smiling! He's so precious. Kyla is really starting to enjoy him now that she gets some reaction from him.
Kyla is something else. Between and the ridiculous things she says, and trying to control her energy, she's busy, busy. And funny.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Family Update
We all continue to do well. I'd say that I was completely recovered within a week of Nolan being born. We've been on good walks and I've been able to be active around the house. Some nights Nolan gets up 3 times, other nights, only 1 time. So I'm more tired some days than others.
During the day, Nolan just hangs out in the swing or on the boppy pillow. And allows me to do what I want. I'm pretty sure he has a little cold (probably from his sister coughing in his face) so he's been a little more fussy today.
Kyla has had a pretty good week. Last week she was absolutely rotten- probably typical two-year-old stuff. She throws some fits at random and once in a while she'll say "I'm NOT a big girl- I'm a baby." Life must be rough as a two year old big sister. She is doing really well with potty training though and even has been pooping in the potty every day.
Greg started his orientation for his new job at Sanford this week. It's just been education classes, so not too exciting yet.
During the day, Nolan just hangs out in the swing or on the boppy pillow. And allows me to do what I want. I'm pretty sure he has a little cold (probably from his sister coughing in his face) so he's been a little more fussy today.
Kyla has had a pretty good week. Last week she was absolutely rotten- probably typical two-year-old stuff. She throws some fits at random and once in a while she'll say "I'm NOT a big girl- I'm a baby." Life must be rough as a two year old big sister. She is doing really well with potty training though and even has been pooping in the potty every day.
Greg started his orientation for his new job at Sanford this week. It's just been education classes, so not too exciting yet.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Birth Story
I want to journal this so I remember it all, and I know some of you are curious...
We checked into Sanford hospital at 6:45 Friday morning for our scheduled induction. Dr. Rector broke my water at 7:45. I was 2.5cm dilated and 30% effaced. Greg and I walked the halls, I bounced on the birth ball for awhile, tried to speed things up.
At 11:15, the nurse called for orders to start Pitocin because I was hardly having contractions.
By mid afternoon, good contractions had started, but I was only dilated to 3cm and 60% effaced. We continued to do a lot of walking and I took a bath.
Around 5:30, contractions started getting painful and my Pitocin was up to 16 (max is 20). The nurse inserted an internal contraction measurement device to make sure my contractions were strong enough to be productive (which they were). The nurse told me I was hiding the pain well.
At 6:40pm, I was dilated to 4cm, and I got my first dose of IV pain medicine- Fentanyl. It made me feel loopy and happy and took the edge off for a little while. The doctor came to check on me and I brought up the epidural option. I've always been afraid of an epidural! We discussed the risks and benefits.
At 7:40, I was still only dilated to 5cm, and contractions were hurting bad! I was also getting stressed and anxious about the pain that was yet to come. So, I requested another dose of Fentanyl and a call to anesthesia for an epidural. After the dose of Fentanyl, I went to the bathroom while the nurses set up the epidural supplies.
When I got back from the bathroom, I knew I had progressed and even felt a little "pushy". I got ready for the epidural anyway, because I remember how bad it all hurt at the end and felt I couldn't do that again.
So, the epidural went in at about 8:30, in between painful contractions. As soon as it was taped in place, I admitted the nurse I had to push. She checked me, I was complete, and she called the doctor and nurses for delivery.
I had to wait about 15 minutes for the doctor to get there. Thankfully the epidural was working and I could control the pain and urge.
I pushed for only 2 contractions and the baby came out easy. But, he had a double nuchal cord (the cord was wrapped twice around his neck). So the doctor had to quickly cut the cord and unwrap it before the baby's body came out at 8:59pm.
Our little baby boy was not crying. They took him to the warmer, patting him and suctioning him. He still wasn't crying. His heart rate was in the 60s (not good). My nurse call the NICU team "STAT". I started shaking and crying. All Greg and I could see was a still, blue little body. There were probably 10 people in scrubs. A nurse got an oxygen mask put on the baby, I thought they were going to start CPR, I had all these visions of him in the NICU with tubes and wires, and then, he all the sudden cried some little whimpers. I could see the monitor- 100% oxygen sat and heart rate of 146. And baby was pink. Praise God!
I learned shortly thereafter that his apgar scores were 1 and 8. (1 is really bad, 8 is excellent) He didn't breath for about 3 minutes (it seemed like a LOT longer when you're just laying limp in a bed next to him!)
Greg was able to go over and touch him, most of the nurses left the room, and it was almost like nothing happened. I announced his name- Nolan Delos! He weighed 7 pounds 10 ounces. He was 20.5 inches long. I got to hold him at about 9:30.
Except for those first 3 minutes, Nolan has acted perfectly normal. He eats well, moves around, and looks perfect! We might always have some concern for that lack of oxygen at first, but the doctors and nurses don't foresee any problems. And we don't know exactly why he was in distress. Maybe the last dose of Fentanyl, maybe the cord, but nobody knows. At least he's in good health now!
I feel great! I liked the epidural. I don't have any tears on my bottom and my belly feels OK too!
Kyla is a proud big sister and is acting appropriately (hopefully that keeps up when we get home!)
Greg is the best husband and daddy in the world! I'm so glad I have him. I just know that he is the best man to have in so many situations. He has taken excellent care of me and I couldn't be more thankful!
And so, we begin life as a family of four... :):)
We checked into Sanford hospital at 6:45 Friday morning for our scheduled induction. Dr. Rector broke my water at 7:45. I was 2.5cm dilated and 30% effaced. Greg and I walked the halls, I bounced on the birth ball for awhile, tried to speed things up.
At 11:15, the nurse called for orders to start Pitocin because I was hardly having contractions.
By mid afternoon, good contractions had started, but I was only dilated to 3cm and 60% effaced. We continued to do a lot of walking and I took a bath.
Around 5:30, contractions started getting painful and my Pitocin was up to 16 (max is 20). The nurse inserted an internal contraction measurement device to make sure my contractions were strong enough to be productive (which they were). The nurse told me I was hiding the pain well.
At 6:40pm, I was dilated to 4cm, and I got my first dose of IV pain medicine- Fentanyl. It made me feel loopy and happy and took the edge off for a little while. The doctor came to check on me and I brought up the epidural option. I've always been afraid of an epidural! We discussed the risks and benefits.
At 7:40, I was still only dilated to 5cm, and contractions were hurting bad! I was also getting stressed and anxious about the pain that was yet to come. So, I requested another dose of Fentanyl and a call to anesthesia for an epidural. After the dose of Fentanyl, I went to the bathroom while the nurses set up the epidural supplies.
When I got back from the bathroom, I knew I had progressed and even felt a little "pushy". I got ready for the epidural anyway, because I remember how bad it all hurt at the end and felt I couldn't do that again.
So, the epidural went in at about 8:30, in between painful contractions. As soon as it was taped in place, I admitted the nurse I had to push. She checked me, I was complete, and she called the doctor and nurses for delivery.
I had to wait about 15 minutes for the doctor to get there. Thankfully the epidural was working and I could control the pain and urge.
I pushed for only 2 contractions and the baby came out easy. But, he had a double nuchal cord (the cord was wrapped twice around his neck). So the doctor had to quickly cut the cord and unwrap it before the baby's body came out at 8:59pm.
Our little baby boy was not crying. They took him to the warmer, patting him and suctioning him. He still wasn't crying. His heart rate was in the 60s (not good). My nurse call the NICU team "STAT". I started shaking and crying. All Greg and I could see was a still, blue little body. There were probably 10 people in scrubs. A nurse got an oxygen mask put on the baby, I thought they were going to start CPR, I had all these visions of him in the NICU with tubes and wires, and then, he all the sudden cried some little whimpers. I could see the monitor- 100% oxygen sat and heart rate of 146. And baby was pink. Praise God!
I learned shortly thereafter that his apgar scores were 1 and 8. (1 is really bad, 8 is excellent) He didn't breath for about 3 minutes (it seemed like a LOT longer when you're just laying limp in a bed next to him!)
Greg was able to go over and touch him, most of the nurses left the room, and it was almost like nothing happened. I announced his name- Nolan Delos! He weighed 7 pounds 10 ounces. He was 20.5 inches long. I got to hold him at about 9:30.
Except for those first 3 minutes, Nolan has acted perfectly normal. He eats well, moves around, and looks perfect! We might always have some concern for that lack of oxygen at first, but the doctors and nurses don't foresee any problems. And we don't know exactly why he was in distress. Maybe the last dose of Fentanyl, maybe the cord, but nobody knows. At least he's in good health now!
I feel great! I liked the epidural. I don't have any tears on my bottom and my belly feels OK too!
Kyla is a proud big sister and is acting appropriately (hopefully that keeps up when we get home!)
Greg is the best husband and daddy in the world! I'm so glad I have him. I just know that he is the best man to have in so many situations. He has taken excellent care of me and I couldn't be more thankful!
And so, we begin life as a family of four... :):)
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The last pregnancy post
I decided to start my maternity leave today. I was due to have the baby 2 days ago, I worked yeseterday and was tired and worn out. Good news is that now I don't have to go back to work until the Monday after Thanksgiving!
Tuesday (my due day) I had my last doctor visit. I was 2-3cm dilated, which is good. I have a great fear of my baby getting too big though. (Kyla weighed 9#15.3oz! and was only 2 days late.) I only measure 38cm, but the baby feels big and strong!
So... I am scheduled to go into the hospital tomorrow morning and be induced. The plan is to just break my water. I really don't like medication, but I'll probably have Pitocin if needed.
I've tired EVERYTHING to try to get this baby out. I was really nervous to be induced. I feel that there are often better alternatives to induction- like waiting, but at this point I am worn out and not sleeping well and ready to hold a baby!
So say a prayer for us in the morning please!
Tuesday (my due day) I had my last doctor visit. I was 2-3cm dilated, which is good. I have a great fear of my baby getting too big though. (Kyla weighed 9#15.3oz! and was only 2 days late.) I only measure 38cm, but the baby feels big and strong!
So... I am scheduled to go into the hospital tomorrow morning and be induced. The plan is to just break my water. I really don't like medication, but I'll probably have Pitocin if needed.
I've tired EVERYTHING to try to get this baby out. I was really nervous to be induced. I feel that there are often better alternatives to induction- like waiting, but at this point I am worn out and not sleeping well and ready to hold a baby!
So say a prayer for us in the morning please!
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