My family got chickens back in March of last year. I have wanted chickens for a long time because I love fresh eggs and being self sufficient. We got 8 Rhode Island hens. Sadly, we lost one to a raccoon back in October. Thankfully, we still have 7! Oh, and I am getting 5 chicks in a few weeks. I will post pictures once I get them because I am so excited to have a small chicken farm.
This winter has been really mild. So the kiddos and I have been able to play outside a lot. The chickens have enjoyed being able to eat greens throughout the winter too.
The boys love playing with the chickens. They love feeding them "snacks", collecting eggs, and petting them.
And, of course, after they play with the chickens, they have to play around in the yard. These boys sure are cute.
Ian is my little comedian. He is such a blessing because he reminds me not to take everything so seriously. Ian discovered the joys of yogurt months ago, and I just had to share some cute pictures of him and his yogurt.
He insists on feeding himself and will screech (a very high pitch screech) if you try to help. He gets messy, but how can you get upset with this cute face.
When my husband and I decided to have another baby, we were so
excited and nervous. We already have two young children, but we felt
that someone wanted to join our family. We decided to trust God, trust
our feelings, and go ahead with having another baby. We love children,
and we overjoyed with the idea of having another precious child in our
home. We felt that it was the right time. So when we found out we were
pregnant the end of September, we were so excited.
We
made my doctor's appointment a little early since we weren't 100% sure
when I was due since I never got my period back due to breastfeeding.
When the day the appointment arrived, we were so excited to get to see
our precious baby. However, the unexpected happened. I never thought
that my doctor's appointment would end up in me leaving in tears and
feeling so helpless. At my doctor's appointment, I was informed by my
doctor that my pregnancy would most likely end up in a miscarriage. All
she could say to me was "it is hard growing a baby" and "at least you
know you can kids". I left so angry because my baby, the one I might
lose, matters to me. My baby that would be number 3 matters.
I
had to wait several hours to hear back on the results of the blood work
to determine my hormone levels. Based on the results, my doctor said
"it is a miscarriage". My baby measured 6.5 weeks and I knew I was
somewhere between 6 to 10 weeks along. The doctor felt that there should
have been a heartbeat.She wanted me to get vaginal pills or schedule a
D&C. I was
horrified. From my research, there was still a possibility that I might
not have a miscarriage so I believed in that. I told my doctor that I
would wait two days and get my blood drawn again so I would know without
a doubt what was going on. My doctor wasn't happy, but I didn't care. I
already made up my mind that I would never see her again. Life is very
sacred to me and I treat life with respect. I could not take something
that would make my body start cramping and bleeding if my baby was still
alive.
And so began the longest 2 days of my life. I
rested, I prayed, and then I prayed and rested some more. I prayed for a
miracle. I prayed that my precious baby girl would be saved (I felt
that this baby was a girl and so far I have never been wrong about the
gender of my babies). When moments of doubt entered my mind, I would go
and pray to remove my unbelief. I told God that I put my trust in Him.
My husband felt the same way that I did so I was grateful to have his
love and support. During my days of prayer, I came across this quote by
Dieter F. Uchtdor, 1st counselor of the Church of Jesus Christ of
Latter Day Saints, that I felt was an answer to my prayer!
I know many of you struggle with difficulties and trials. You are in
my prayers. I hope that you will continue to pray as well. Your prayers
are heard. Your Father in Heaven knows
the desires of your heart. I cannot tell you why one individual’s
prayers are answered one way while someone else’s are answered
differently. But this I can tell you: the righteous desires of your
hearts will bring blessings to your lives.
No matter your circumstances or trials in life, I urge you to remember
who you are, where you came from, and where you are going—for the
answers to those questions will truly provide confidence and direction
for your life.
When the two days
were up and I finally got my blood work results in, I couldn't believe
what I was told. My hormone levels dropped quite a bit. I was having a
miscarriage. What hurt the most was to have to tell my husband the news.
He was in shock and didn't want to believe. He asked, "Could they be
wrong?" I will never forget the look in his eyes when he learned the
truth from my eyes. Oh how we both wished that the blood work was wrong.
But deep down I knew the tests weren't wrong. This pregnancy felt
different. I figured it was due to me being tired because I have two
kids to take care of and more responsibilities. But now it makes sense.
For the last month I had expressed concern to Broden about my feelings
and the fact that I haven't had a dream about our baby. I normally have a
dream about holding a baby when I am first pregnant and that is when I
know if the baby is a male or female. I didn't have a dream because I
wasn't going to get to hold my baby in this life.
I
don't regret my two days of praying for a miracle. I don't regret
believing that my baby was still alive. I know of stories where women
were in my situation and their baby lived! So if you are in my
situation, then don't give up. Wait a few more days because you never
know if your baby will be a miracle baby!
Once again
the hospital tried to persuade me to do get vaginal pills or do a
D&C and I told them no. I wanted to do my miscarriage naturally.
They weren't too happy, and I didn't care. I was so done with the
hospital that I turned to a group of "crunchy mamas" for help and
support. A midwife from the group contacted me and showed me so much
support. She told me what to expect, how to manage the bleeding, and
herbs and oils to use. I could contact her anytime with questions, and
she would answer them as quickly as she could. I understand why so many
women go to midwives now. I think I might go to a midwife when I have another baby.
I
waited several days before my body officially started the miscarriage.
Thankfully, I had my husband to be with me and my mom to watch the kids.
When I passed the placenta and egg sac, there was so much peace in the
room. A feeling of sacredness entered the room. I truly felt my little
girl there telling me and Broden that everything will be okay...telling
me that she is more than her little body...telling me that she will be
visiting me frequently...and telling me that she will be waiting until
the day that I can see her again. Broden made a simple box so we could
do a do a little memorial for her and bury her in our yard in a safe
place.It just felt right to do that. Oh, how I am grateful that I know
that life continues beyond the grave.
During
this time of loss, I got to see the love and kindness that life offers
to everyone. I had people bring in meals, small gifts, and flowers. I
had people text and call to see how I was doing. I was supported during
the hardest experience of my life. I had to focus on those things as I
went through a roller coaster of emotions. Hannah was very kind and
shared this video with me. I have listened to it so many times because
it truly speaks to my aching soul.
The
Thanksgiving holiday was truly hard for me. It was the time that my
husband and I were going to announce to our family and friends that we
were expecting. Instead we had to face the hard truth that our little
girl will not be joining our family right now. Instead I had to think
has it really been 9 days since I lost my baby. It was hard to be so
grateful for my blessings but yet be so empty and sad. I am extremely
grateful to have read this article because it made me feel more normal.
I know it might be hard to know what to do or say to those who have
experienced a loss of a child in any way. Here is an article that will
help: pardon my grief.
My
pregnancy hormones have left my body. I no longer feel nauseated which
makes me curl up and cry. My pants fit better which makes me angry. I
hear from family and friends who are expecting and I cry. Don't get me
wrong, I am happy for their news. I would never wish a miscarriage on
anyone; it is just hard to know that you have lost a precious baby and
wonder why your baby couldn't stay.
I am grieving. I am
devastated. My emotions change dramatically over the day. These last
two weeks have been the longest two weeks of my life. Where can I turn
for peace? I have turned to my God and to my Savior, Jesus Christ.
I rely on them for support and understanding. My testimony in the
resurrection and in Jesus Christ keeps me afloat knowing that my little
girl lives. I am using the atonement provided by my Savior, Jesus
Christ, to heal. A little bit by little, I am healing. I feel a little
more. I'm not as angry. I feel that I will survive.
My
little girl will always be remembered. Broden and I have numbered her as
one of our children. She will not be forgotten. We are healing, but
there will always be a part of our hearts that will yearn for the day
when we will get to see and hold her.
Back in September, we were all outside. Broden and I wanted to get a lot of yard work done. Broden trimmed a lot of dead branches from our trees so we needed to cut them up and put some in the green waste, shred them, and do a burn barrel.
Anyways, I decided to take the kids in to start getting dinner ready. They were having so much fun outside. Patrick was digging in the dirt and playing with his dump truck while Ian explored the yard and occasionally helped Patrick dig in the dirt. When I was collecting the food that I picked from the garden and encouraging the kids to head to the house, that is when I heard Broden shout and turn off the table saw. I immediately felt sick to my stomach as Broden ran to the house.
While I quickly got the kids inside, I waited anxiously to hear how bad Broden cut himself. I was so afraid that he cut off some fingers. However, he only cut one finger and it was still attached to his hand. So I left my chickens and my rabbit in my yard and prayed that nothing would go wrong as I packed up the kids and took Broden to the Instacare. I know....the insta care. But that is what Broden insisted on going. I have to admit that I did speed since Broden wasn't looking the best. After I dropped him off at the instacare, I then took my kids to my mom's place.
Broden was able to get seen right away because he almost passed out from the shock of the accident. Because the doctor said the cut was deeper than she was comfortable stitching, I took him to the ER. After 4.5 hours of waiting, x rays, and stitches, we were able to go home. The amazing thing is that the table saw only nicked the bone and missed his tendons. The doctor told Broden that he was lucky and Broden quickly stated, "There is no such thing as luck." So true. We know that God blessed Broden with a minimal injury.
And nothing happened to my chickens or rabbit. They were safe and sound. Another blessing! So just remember that there really is no such as luck, instead remember that you were blessed and that Heavenly Father is really watching over you!
It has been a while since I have been posting. There are several reasons and one that is really painful. I will explain more in a post in a few weeks. I just want to have a little more time while my mind and body sorts things out. One reason is that I have decided to continue doing my Howling Horn blog. I am only going to do that blog a few times a week and it is going to be a hobby. I won't allow it to take over my life. I have been busier with it the last month because I decided to do a Christmas Gift Guide which I have enjoyed despite the extra work. It actually has helped me through some tough times.
Anyways, I will post several mini posts showing what my family has been up to and funny/cute things that my kids have done.
Thanks for being patient and enjoy these cute posts!
It has been a while since I have posted on my blog. Life got extremely busy, and I was having problems trying to get "everything" done. So I ended up taking a break from blogging on both of my blogs. I just needed time to process what I was going through and see what I really wanted to do with my time.
I enjoyed blogging, but I tried to write so many new posts for my other blog that I wore myself out. I now have decided that I will do the other blog as a hobby and not go so crazy with it. And, of course, I will continue blogging on this blog because I love it so much.
As you are aware, the month of April was a really hard month for me. I received lots of showers to the point that I felt that I was drowning in all the water. I felt lost and scared until I remembered that April showers bring May flowers. As I started to see the flowers in my life, I realized that I am actually standing in a meadow of flowers!!
Here are some of the May flowers that I got to enjoy (and still enjoying):
Patrick is potty trained
Ian sleeps through the night!!!! (Went from getting up 8 times a night in April to 2-3 times in May to 0 times in the summer)
Broden's mandatory overtime lessened (hasn't had a 70 work week in a very very long time)
A very successful garden
Friends and family who showed me tons of love and support
These are the things that happened during the month of May. I wanted to finish writing up on this because it was amazing to see how much I was loved and how much Heavenly Father was looking out for my family especially Ian.
Because Ian has recently been diagnosed with a rare disease, I have worried a lot about my little boy. He is so precious to me, and I want him to have the best life he can. He has Mastocytosis and we are waiting to meet with a Immunology Specialist in order to verify what type it is (click here for a post about Ian's condition).
Ian can get extremely fussy, and he doesn't sleep well. His disease can cause many types of symptoms so we figure this is why he just doesn't feel well and wants to be held constantly. I sure love to cuddle with Ian, but it prevents me from doing practically everything.
On May 4th, Broden and I decided to do a family fast. We contacted our family members and had them spread the word about the fast. We wanted to pray for Ian's health, his condition to improve, and that we can gave guidance on how to take care of our precious little boy.
This picture just makes me smile :)
And, our prayers were answered! Ian now only gets up 2-3 times a night instead of 6-8. There have even been a few nights where I only got up with him once!!! I know that the fasting and prayers helped Ian because it was May 4th when Ian started to sleep better. We also talked with Ian's doctor about giving him probiotics and the doctor said that it would be a great idea. So we have been giving him probiotics which have helped regulate his digestive system. Ian seems happier. He still has his problems and other symptoms, but I'm so grateful that he now sleeps better.
Plus, we were able to get an appointment into Primary Children's Hospital at end of this month!! This is another huge blessing since we were told it would be most likely between July and September. I'm so grateful for all the family members and friends who have prayed and fasted for Ian. I know that fasting helped my little boy.
And, here is a picture of Patrick playing in his cardboard house I made for him. He sure is getting bigger every day. Patrick loves books so you can usually catch him "reading" when he is playing by himself.
