Oh, the joys of babies teething. When a baby teethes it seems to come at the weirdest times. Of, course Joel began at the hardest time. I just has surgery to put in my ICD (internal cardiac diffibulator). We were staying with a couple from church for a week or so during my recovery. Thank God for those baby rubbery plastic spoons. Joel would rather gnaw on the spoon than anything else. The couple from the church helped with keeping Joel calm and out of pain from his teeth with me. Before we went home Joel had his first front teeth come through. It was so awesome because even his fever stopped. I was real blessed that Joel never got ear infections with teething.
About 2 weeks after we went back home to my parents in Redfield things got a little hairy. So we lived with my friend and her family in Winterset. It just made my mom nervous that I had a heart condition and was in the middle of no where (the country). It was a lot of fun at times. They enjoyed helping with Joel. He was very very spoiled.
May 2008 I spent my first Mother's Day as Joel's mommy. It was such a blessing to have my little guy in my arms in front of the church as a mom. Being a mother on mothers day brings such a special meaning to being a mom. Not because of what we do for out child(ren), but because children are a blessing from God. Being a mom is a privelage. Anyone can have a child, but a MOM is there for their child(ren) in the good and in the bad.
June 2008 was busy as could be. Took Joel to the pool many times. He loved the water. Even enjoyed naps in the shade. We loved to go down the family slide together with him on my lap. Father's day came and went by. It was hard to think that somewhere my Joel's paternal donor was out there with not a care in the world about his child. In my mind I said it is okay he just assisted in the creation. He dont deserved to have a "Father's Day" because he isnt there for Joel. Then I also told Joel that the greatest Father is in Heaven God, and that he loves him very much. I say it every year to Joel to this day.
End of June we moved to our own place in Winterset. Oh how nice it was. Joel loved his new home, and being in his walker going all over. We stayed there for a while until we moved a series of more times.
Faith, Hope, Prayer, and Love. As we travel our journey of adventures God has in store for us.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
D- Day
The day had arrived for Joel Teylar to be born. It was a long day, but well worth it. Family, church family, and friends were in and out all day checking on us, and anticipating the arrival of the little guy. During labor there were some complications off and on. He was almost born c- section, but it didn't happen. We would find out later that it would of been better for me on my heart.
I wasn't going to do an epideral but it happened anyway, because the stress of the pain was not doing me justice. The hard thing about the epideral was when it would put the medicine in my spine it hit my syatic nerve for my right leg causing a lot of pain and discomfort. Half way through I started running a fever.
At 11:00pm the nurse came in to check on how I was dialating because if I wasn't where I should they were going to the c- section. I was far enough that I could start pushing at 11:04pm. They yelled for the doctor to come asap. At 11:34pm just 30minutes of pushing Joel was out. He wouldn't scream or anything for about a minute. I started to panic. They took him over to the warmer. The nurse no more got her hand away from Joel's butt that he pooped and peed on her. He screamed so loud that they could hear him down the hallway into the waiting room. My mom and our friend who was in the delivery room went rushing out to let them know Joel was out and doing well.
We spent two days in the hospital getting acquainted as mommy and son. People came and visited us off and on, but for brief so we could get our rest. Eventually we were able to go home. In a way I wished I could stay atleast one more night because of how I felt. The doctor said I would be fine and I went home.
That night I took Joel to meet some of his church family. Everyone was so pleased to meet him. They all adopted him as part of their family so Joel has many grandmas, grandpas, aunts, and uncles. The one church grandma that said she wanted Joel to be born on her birthday was pleased that she gets to share that day with him. She couldn't wait to hold him. Really no one could wait to hold him. By the next morning I was back in the hospital with a high fever and pneumonia with Joel being with me. My church family rallied and help take turns coming to the hospital to help with Joel.
A month later in November 2007 we had Joel's baby shower, and the next day he was dedicated to the Lord. It was neat to have my mom, step-father, and father all get along that day. Having Joel dedicated in the Lord meant so much to me, because I wanted to start his walk with the Lord right. Plus it was nice to have him dedicated in the presence of all his and my church family.
In December 2007 was a rough month for us. We found out that I had CHF and cardiomyopathy caused by having Joel on top of my already chronic atrial fib that I dealt with off and on. I give praise because our church family and family rallied around us once again. Plus my landlord was a jerk, and given me a 3 day eviction notice while I was in the hospital when he told my pastor that every thing would be fine. So, Joel and I moved in with my mom and step- father in Redfield for several months.
I wasn't going to do an epideral but it happened anyway, because the stress of the pain was not doing me justice. The hard thing about the epideral was when it would put the medicine in my spine it hit my syatic nerve for my right leg causing a lot of pain and discomfort. Half way through I started running a fever.
At 11:00pm the nurse came in to check on how I was dialating because if I wasn't where I should they were going to the c- section. I was far enough that I could start pushing at 11:04pm. They yelled for the doctor to come asap. At 11:34pm just 30minutes of pushing Joel was out. He wouldn't scream or anything for about a minute. I started to panic. They took him over to the warmer. The nurse no more got her hand away from Joel's butt that he pooped and peed on her. He screamed so loud that they could hear him down the hallway into the waiting room. My mom and our friend who was in the delivery room went rushing out to let them know Joel was out and doing well.
We spent two days in the hospital getting acquainted as mommy and son. People came and visited us off and on, but for brief so we could get our rest. Eventually we were able to go home. In a way I wished I could stay atleast one more night because of how I felt. The doctor said I would be fine and I went home.
That night I took Joel to meet some of his church family. Everyone was so pleased to meet him. They all adopted him as part of their family so Joel has many grandmas, grandpas, aunts, and uncles. The one church grandma that said she wanted Joel to be born on her birthday was pleased that she gets to share that day with him. She couldn't wait to hold him. Really no one could wait to hold him. By the next morning I was back in the hospital with a high fever and pneumonia with Joel being with me. My church family rallied and help take turns coming to the hospital to help with Joel.
A month later in November 2007 we had Joel's baby shower, and the next day he was dedicated to the Lord. It was neat to have my mom, step-father, and father all get along that day. Having Joel dedicated in the Lord meant so much to me, because I wanted to start his walk with the Lord right. Plus it was nice to have him dedicated in the presence of all his and my church family.
In December 2007 was a rough month for us. We found out that I had CHF and cardiomyopathy caused by having Joel on top of my already chronic atrial fib that I dealt with off and on. I give praise because our church family and family rallied around us once again. Plus my landlord was a jerk, and given me a 3 day eviction notice while I was in the hospital when he told my pastor that every thing would be fine. So, Joel and I moved in with my mom and step- father in Redfield for several months.
Our Family Begging Part 3
Months had come and went. The further in the pregnancy I got the more I thought about baby names, and getting prepared for the little ones arrival. I never really wanted to find out what the sex of the baby would be until I had the baby, but because I was going to be a single mom I rethought the idea. Eventually I came to terms that I need to find out.
June 2007 I found out that I was going to have a little boy. I was thrilled because I would have a son to carry on our family name unless his father would miraculously want to be a part of his life. I got the baby's name down to two choices: Joel Teylar or Prestyn Michael. As time grew I caught myself calling the baby Joel. My mom liked Prestyn. My mom tried making a bet with me. If I screamed during delivery she was going to name him Prestyn, and if I won it would be Joel. I already had his baby scrapebook as Joel before he was born because it was what I was set on.
Sept 2007 just a month before Joel was born my grandma passed away. I had a hard time with it because I was looking forward to her meeting her grandson. I even had it planned that the month after the baby was born we would travel down to see her. The Lord had other things in mind. I rejoice because she is looking down from heaven on us, and she is holding Baby "E' for me.
June 2007 I found out that I was going to have a little boy. I was thrilled because I would have a son to carry on our family name unless his father would miraculously want to be a part of his life. I got the baby's name down to two choices: Joel Teylar or Prestyn Michael. As time grew I caught myself calling the baby Joel. My mom liked Prestyn. My mom tried making a bet with me. If I screamed during delivery she was going to name him Prestyn, and if I won it would be Joel. I already had his baby scrapebook as Joel before he was born because it was what I was set on.
Sept 2007 just a month before Joel was born my grandma passed away. I had a hard time with it because I was looking forward to her meeting her grandson. I even had it planned that the month after the baby was born we would travel down to see her. The Lord had other things in mind. I rejoice because she is looking down from heaven on us, and she is holding Baby "E' for me.
Our Family Beginning Part 2
After the day with Brian things were hard at first to cope with the fact that I was going to end up being a single mom. I just decided to focus on taking care of myself for the baby, and to stay busy and productive. Plus I had some good support to make sure I did. With work, school, and church I had no time to sit and deal with the what if's. I really became relied on God to help me through this.
About a week later I went to church as usual, which my church family knew that Brian and I had split up, just did not to know that I was with child. My Pastor's wife said that she was sorry to hear about Brian and my break up, and that it was better to know now before we got married. I began to cry. She asked what was wrong. I told her to sit down. I told her that I was pregnant, but not to tell anyone until I know for sure that I don't miscarry. She did. About two weeks after that Brian went to their house, and talked. He slipped and told Pastor. He promised crap to them, but never fullfilled it. Neither was my Pastor or his Wife mad at me that I was going to have a child on my own. They embraced me and said they will help see that the baby became a child of God.
March 13, 2007 my mom and I went to my OB appointment. I amazed the doctor because it was actually suppose to be an appointment to check on how my PCOD was doing, but instead they learned that I was pregnant. He did an ultrasound found out that YES I was very much pregnant and I would have him in October. The cool thing was I was far enough that we got to hear the heart beat for the first time. My mom and I were in tears of joy. The doctor told me that because of a previous miscarry to take thing easy.
March 16, 2007 (but I didn't find out until the next day) we had a very tragic accident in our family. My step- father was at work and fell 12ft landed on his head on concrete. We did not know what was all going to take place. My mom called Pastor, and they went to the hospital to be with my mom and step- father. They asked if I had been notified about the accident. My mom said no because one I was at work, and two she was afraid that the news would cause me to lose the baby. My pastor and his wife said that they would be the ones to break it to me since I was pregnant. Lucky that the next day I had off. My pastor's wife called and said that they wanted to spend sometime with me that day. I said okay. They came and got me, and on the way out of town to go to the hospital they broke the news to me, and that we didn't know how things would turn out because it was the first citical days of the injury. I took the news okay. It was hard, but I knew I had to stay calm because of being pregnant. Eventhough my step- father was in a coma I told him he had to get better to spoil the new grandchild that was coming.
At church the next day I noticed everyone was sad about the news of my step-father's accident, and the unknown what was going to take place with him. I decided to change the mood from sadness to happiness. Than when bad things take place good things are more. I finally told the church during praise time that in the midst of a tragedy we were rejoicing because there would be a new baby in the church. Everyone was pleased to hear that in the storm we had something to rejoice about. One of the ladies from the church asked when I was due I told her around her birthday. Her words were "I pray that the baby would be born on my birthday, because no matter what if I am here or not we till share a bond forever." We would find out later her prayer was answered.
After months of rehab and relearning how to do things my step father was released able to walk and talk. His memory of somethings are not the greatest but he is alive. After a few more months of being home he eventually returned to work at the place where the accident took place. He rejoiced in the Lord that he was alive and able to hold the new grandchild that was on the way, and later we found out he had another one on the way as well because his daughter was a couple months behind me. So we had three reason to rejoice.
About a week later I went to church as usual, which my church family knew that Brian and I had split up, just did not to know that I was with child. My Pastor's wife said that she was sorry to hear about Brian and my break up, and that it was better to know now before we got married. I began to cry. She asked what was wrong. I told her to sit down. I told her that I was pregnant, but not to tell anyone until I know for sure that I don't miscarry. She did. About two weeks after that Brian went to their house, and talked. He slipped and told Pastor. He promised crap to them, but never fullfilled it. Neither was my Pastor or his Wife mad at me that I was going to have a child on my own. They embraced me and said they will help see that the baby became a child of God.
March 13, 2007 my mom and I went to my OB appointment. I amazed the doctor because it was actually suppose to be an appointment to check on how my PCOD was doing, but instead they learned that I was pregnant. He did an ultrasound found out that YES I was very much pregnant and I would have him in October. The cool thing was I was far enough that we got to hear the heart beat for the first time. My mom and I were in tears of joy. The doctor told me that because of a previous miscarry to take thing easy.
March 16, 2007 (but I didn't find out until the next day) we had a very tragic accident in our family. My step- father was at work and fell 12ft landed on his head on concrete. We did not know what was all going to take place. My mom called Pastor, and they went to the hospital to be with my mom and step- father. They asked if I had been notified about the accident. My mom said no because one I was at work, and two she was afraid that the news would cause me to lose the baby. My pastor and his wife said that they would be the ones to break it to me since I was pregnant. Lucky that the next day I had off. My pastor's wife called and said that they wanted to spend sometime with me that day. I said okay. They came and got me, and on the way out of town to go to the hospital they broke the news to me, and that we didn't know how things would turn out because it was the first citical days of the injury. I took the news okay. It was hard, but I knew I had to stay calm because of being pregnant. Eventhough my step- father was in a coma I told him he had to get better to spoil the new grandchild that was coming.
At church the next day I noticed everyone was sad about the news of my step-father's accident, and the unknown what was going to take place with him. I decided to change the mood from sadness to happiness. Than when bad things take place good things are more. I finally told the church during praise time that in the midst of a tragedy we were rejoicing because there would be a new baby in the church. Everyone was pleased to hear that in the storm we had something to rejoice about. One of the ladies from the church asked when I was due I told her around her birthday. Her words were "I pray that the baby would be born on my birthday, because no matter what if I am here or not we till share a bond forever." We would find out later her prayer was answered.
After months of rehab and relearning how to do things my step father was released able to walk and talk. His memory of somethings are not the greatest but he is alive. After a few more months of being home he eventually returned to work at the place where the accident took place. He rejoiced in the Lord that he was alive and able to hold the new grandchild that was on the way, and later we found out he had another one on the way as well because his daughter was a couple months behind me. So we had three reason to rejoice.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Our Family Beginning: Part 1
Over many years I was told that I could never have children. I always pray to God that I would become a mom someday. In 2005 I was married to my ex-husband (who is not the father of Joel) and that same year I got pregnant. Do to the abuse and stress from my ex-husband we lost Baby "E" (RIP Baby "E" Mommy still loves you). In 2006 we were divorced, and went our different ways.
One day I was over at a friend's apartment when her husband come home with one of his friends from work. The two of them introduced us. Brian and I got to know each other for several months. For the first several months we were just good friends. Then we started dating. After my divorce was finally over Dec. 8, 2006 (1 yr anniversary of Baby E's death) he moved in with me and my roommate. January 2007 we were engaged with the wedding being Aug 2007. Things were going very smoothly. I was busy working as a CNA at a nursing home, going to college to become an LPN. Brian was working at Rose Acres. My roommate was still living with us even after Brian moved in.
Due to polycystical ovarian disease I was told that I would probably have a hard time getting pregnant. So, I wasn't worried about getting pregnant at all before we got married. If we got pregnant we would just move up the wedding date. We were as protective as we could be.
Feb. 10, 2007 I hadn't been feeling the best for a couple of days. Even though it was my 27th birthday I just took things in stride. I got up and went to clinicals for college classes. On the way home I decided I would pick up a pregnancy test just for the fun of it, because a few of my friends from work had been teasing me that I was pregnant. I decided to take it at 12:30pm, and to my surprise it said I was pregnant. I was so elated that I got on the phone to my mom right away to tell her, but I told her not to tell anyone just in case I would lose the baby or if it was a false positive. I also called my friend, who was also my supervisor at work, to tell her. I also told her to keep it between us if possible for a little while (but we did tell a couple of other nurses so they would know because of working as a CNA ). I didn't have to tell my roommate because she saw the test laying down. When I got home I told Brian because he was home from work. He seemed happy that I was going to have a baby. He even made a promise that he was going to be part of the baby's life, because he missed out on his oldest son's life.
Feb 12, 2007 just two days after I found out that I was pregnant was a busy day. I had been to church that day in the morning (no one knew yet though because I didn't want to disappoint anyone if I would lose the baby), before I went back to Indianola to get changed for work, and got to work I went to see Brian at work because he had flat tire on his car. I took him some fix it flat and some lunch. I then had to rush off to get to work on time. I told him I would see him when I got off around 11pm or so. I got home close to 1am because I elected to stay over because someone was running late. When I got home our roommate was waiting to make sure I got home okay since it was late. She said that Brian had been up and down, and in and out of the bedroom since he got home. I noticed he was acting strange. So strange that I realized he had done something or taken something. Long story made short he overdosed on an over the counter sleeping aide. Which basically was benadryl which to him it is an upper and not a downer. I called the ambulance and had him taken to Mercy hospital. I then had to call my family and his. His really didn't seem to care that much. My biological father came and got me to take me to the hospital. I spent all night worried about him. The nurses and doctors told me to go home and rest for a few hours (luckily I didnt have college or work that day).
I went back after only 3 hours of sleep to check on Brian. Come to find out from his sister on the way up there that it wasn't the first time Brian had done this, and that he had a history of drug abuse and addiction. So, when I got to the hospital he wouldn't talk to me, because I think he was upset that I sent him to the hospital. The doctors told me that he was able to go home in a few hours or so. I told him that he need to get help for his problem, and that I didn't want it in my home, but I would support him to get over the problems. He refused to change, and I told him he had a choice the addictions, or the Baby and me. He told me he didn't care about the baby or me. I left the room crying, and withing minutes I began to spot. I thought for sure I was going to lose the baby from the stress the whole ordeal with Brian. I called my friend from work, and I went out to her house where they told me to get my feet up. My friend and her family was upset at what Brian had done, and upset that he was breaking his promises, and leaving me as a single parent.
One day I was over at a friend's apartment when her husband come home with one of his friends from work. The two of them introduced us. Brian and I got to know each other for several months. For the first several months we were just good friends. Then we started dating. After my divorce was finally over Dec. 8, 2006 (1 yr anniversary of Baby E's death) he moved in with me and my roommate. January 2007 we were engaged with the wedding being Aug 2007. Things were going very smoothly. I was busy working as a CNA at a nursing home, going to college to become an LPN. Brian was working at Rose Acres. My roommate was still living with us even after Brian moved in.
Due to polycystical ovarian disease I was told that I would probably have a hard time getting pregnant. So, I wasn't worried about getting pregnant at all before we got married. If we got pregnant we would just move up the wedding date. We were as protective as we could be.
Feb. 10, 2007 I hadn't been feeling the best for a couple of days. Even though it was my 27th birthday I just took things in stride. I got up and went to clinicals for college classes. On the way home I decided I would pick up a pregnancy test just for the fun of it, because a few of my friends from work had been teasing me that I was pregnant. I decided to take it at 12:30pm, and to my surprise it said I was pregnant. I was so elated that I got on the phone to my mom right away to tell her, but I told her not to tell anyone just in case I would lose the baby or if it was a false positive. I also called my friend, who was also my supervisor at work, to tell her. I also told her to keep it between us if possible for a little while (but we did tell a couple of other nurses so they would know because of working as a CNA ). I didn't have to tell my roommate because she saw the test laying down. When I got home I told Brian because he was home from work. He seemed happy that I was going to have a baby. He even made a promise that he was going to be part of the baby's life, because he missed out on his oldest son's life.
Feb 12, 2007 just two days after I found out that I was pregnant was a busy day. I had been to church that day in the morning (no one knew yet though because I didn't want to disappoint anyone if I would lose the baby), before I went back to Indianola to get changed for work, and got to work I went to see Brian at work because he had flat tire on his car. I took him some fix it flat and some lunch. I then had to rush off to get to work on time. I told him I would see him when I got off around 11pm or so. I got home close to 1am because I elected to stay over because someone was running late. When I got home our roommate was waiting to make sure I got home okay since it was late. She said that Brian had been up and down, and in and out of the bedroom since he got home. I noticed he was acting strange. So strange that I realized he had done something or taken something. Long story made short he overdosed on an over the counter sleeping aide. Which basically was benadryl which to him it is an upper and not a downer. I called the ambulance and had him taken to Mercy hospital. I then had to call my family and his. His really didn't seem to care that much. My biological father came and got me to take me to the hospital. I spent all night worried about him. The nurses and doctors told me to go home and rest for a few hours (luckily I didnt have college or work that day).
I went back after only 3 hours of sleep to check on Brian. Come to find out from his sister on the way up there that it wasn't the first time Brian had done this, and that he had a history of drug abuse and addiction. So, when I got to the hospital he wouldn't talk to me, because I think he was upset that I sent him to the hospital. The doctors told me that he was able to go home in a few hours or so. I told him that he need to get help for his problem, and that I didn't want it in my home, but I would support him to get over the problems. He refused to change, and I told him he had a choice the addictions, or the Baby and me. He told me he didn't care about the baby or me. I left the room crying, and withing minutes I began to spot. I thought for sure I was going to lose the baby from the stress the whole ordeal with Brian. I called my friend from work, and I went out to her house where they told me to get my feet up. My friend and her family was upset at what Brian had done, and upset that he was breaking his promises, and leaving me as a single parent.
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