Here are a few pictures from the past two months. She really is only 2 and a half, even though she's the size of an average 4 year old!
Now that Ella Kate is going to school every day, we don't have nearly as much time to take photos of her escapades. And believe me, they are plentiful. I understand that she keeps her class entertained.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Miracle Baby
Many things about Ella Kate making it into the world are miraculous. (Including the fact that Richard and I haven't taken her out of this world in one of her strong-willed moments.)
Over the last two years, I've posted about the loss of our first baby, Carson. I learned a lot about myself during those months and started to understand that I have very little control over what happens in life.
What I haven't mentioned is that we now have four angels. After losing the fourth baby in late May, I knew that something wasn't right. So, I sat through countless needlesticks and endless vials of blood for genetics testing.
What we learned explains quite a bit about me as a person, in addition to me as a baby incubator. I have a mutated gene. This mutation is a clotting disorder and, when coupled with other genetic markers, causes fetile demise and an increased risk for birth defects. Nourishment clots in my veins and never makes it to the baby. Anyone who has seen how I bruise extra easily can grasp the concept.
The good news is that we know. We have a plan/medication/shots regimen that should give me a running start at carrying another baby - if we choose to go down that road.
Now, the miracle? Ella Kate survived. Ella Kate lived in my overly inhospitable uterus, without the proper medication, without shots, without me even knowing anything was wrong. The only explanation is that my hormones were so strong when we lost Carson that there were enough in my system to somehow sustain EK.
Eventually, we might try to have another baby. I say might, but we probably will try. Whether it'll work, isn't up to us. So, please, don't ask me why we haven't had more children. We've tried. It just hasn't happened. I'm still trying to make peace with that. At the end of the day, all I can pray for is God's will to be done.
Over the last two years, I've posted about the loss of our first baby, Carson. I learned a lot about myself during those months and started to understand that I have very little control over what happens in life.
What I haven't mentioned is that we now have four angels. After losing the fourth baby in late May, I knew that something wasn't right. So, I sat through countless needlesticks and endless vials of blood for genetics testing.
What we learned explains quite a bit about me as a person, in addition to me as a baby incubator. I have a mutated gene. This mutation is a clotting disorder and, when coupled with other genetic markers, causes fetile demise and an increased risk for birth defects. Nourishment clots in my veins and never makes it to the baby. Anyone who has seen how I bruise extra easily can grasp the concept.
The good news is that we know. We have a plan/medication/shots regimen that should give me a running start at carrying another baby - if we choose to go down that road.
Now, the miracle? Ella Kate survived. Ella Kate lived in my overly inhospitable uterus, without the proper medication, without shots, without me even knowing anything was wrong. The only explanation is that my hormones were so strong when we lost Carson that there were enough in my system to somehow sustain EK.
Eventually, we might try to have another baby. I say might, but we probably will try. Whether it'll work, isn't up to us. So, please, don't ask me why we haven't had more children. We've tried. It just hasn't happened. I'm still trying to make peace with that. At the end of the day, all I can pray for is God's will to be done.
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