tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55667984380902025502024-03-12T21:37:18.690-07:00The BeginningsTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066453608296344590noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566798438090202550.post-35292180663529701122013-09-20T12:19:00.001-07:002013-09-20T12:19:38.056-07:0015 Months Old!<div style="text-align: center;">
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My oh my, how A LOT has happened over the last three months! 1) we've moved across the country 2) you are going to be a big sister 3) you get to see one set of grandparents on a daily basis!! You've certainly handled the move well. You love your Grandma Foster and look for her every morning when you wake up. You've come to adore your Uncle Roger. However, I think, you love seeing your Grandpa the most. You always get excited to see him walk through the door, giving him a smile, a wave, and a "hiiiiiiiiii".</div>
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The older you get the more difficult/stubborn/strong-willed you seem to be. Your stubborn, strong-willed personality will take you far in life my dear! The leaps and bounds you have grown over the last couple months still shocks me and I can't seem to wrap my mind around that fact. You talk...allllll the time. Even though most of it still isn't discernible language you are using, it is obvious when you are attempting to ask a question or talk by the gestures you use. You have quite the vocabulary though; you can say the following: yes, no, Fred (the puppy here), Sammy (another puppy here), Dada, Momma, all done, more, night night, drink, cracker, bye, hi, and stop. I'm so excited to see what word you learn next!!</div>
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Your walking skills have fully developed and you are now into "running". You have learned how to come down the stairs (backwards, on your hands and knees). Dancing is a favorite of yours and yes I posted a video of it on Facebook :-) Every now and then I catch you singing along to music in the car. You no longer want help in feeding, you seem to think you've got it all figured out concerning food. Your favorite snack is a cracker and you're always hungry for a bite of something sweet. Milk, water, and watered-down tea are your top 3 drinks, but again you have no issues with tasting a soda here and there. </div>
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Your hair is finally growing out, so maybe by your 2nd birthday you can have ponytails! Your eyes are still so beautiful and carry your "sense of humor" twinkle in them. You only have 8 teeth but you seem to manage just fine. My goodness how tall you are. We've decided that you'll take after Daddy's side of the family, cause you certainly don't get your height from my side, ha ha. </div>
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You will be 20 months old when your little brother makes his grand appearance! I'm so excited for the both of you and I think you will have so many good times together. </div>
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That's all for now, always remember you are loved!! </div>
Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066453608296344590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566798438090202550.post-38919800325558014892013-06-17T10:10:00.000-07:002013-06-17T10:10:17.315-07:00Happy Birthday to My Big Girl!!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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(For the audience) I don't know where the time has gone! As I look at my baby girl and see how she has grown it's all so very bittersweet and I'm slightly torn. I love how quickly she is developing and I absolutely love to watch the wonder in her eyes as she discovers something new to her. I wish that I could live my life with child's eyes, O, to find wonder in everyday things. I'm torn in the fact that I don't have much more time with her before I hear the words, "Mommy, I can do it all by myself." Right now I'm included in everything she does, but I know a day, not so far away will come when I'm not needed as much. With these things having been said, time to move on to happier words!!</div>
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(For my Daughter) I was right in my predictions! You, my dearest Alana, are walking <span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">ALL OVER THE PLACE!!</span> You fully mastered this about 4 weeks ago, right around 11 months. All the videos and pictures of you trying and then BAM one day you just got it. I'm so proud! It is <i>so</i> incredibly cute to watch you toddle around. your little baby feet "smack, smack, smack" the ground and you weeble wobble all over the house. You've also attempted your form of running, don't have that down just yet, but I know it's coming, and quickly. It's nice to have a walking buddy now, although the pace is slow, it's still enjoyable. </div>
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Your teeth are sprouting all over your mouth!! You've got the two bottom teeth and 4 upper teeth with 2 more coming in!! Your lil baby smile is so adorable with your little baby teeth! There is a dark side to this though, you have discovered biting. I'm not talking about just biting food either :-( You have, on occasion, bitten me in frustration. Let me tell you, it does NOT feel good. But, no worries, my dear, we are working through it.</div>
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Did you know that you can bark? Ha ha, it's true!!! You've finally discovered your love for the furry creatures. It all started with the neighbors itty bitty baby Yorkie-poo. Its lil yip was so cute, and you learned to mimic it. Now every time you see a puppy you bark, it's incredibly cute! In conjunction with that, you also respond correctly to the following questions: "What does a puppy say?", and "What does a tiger say?" The latter came about from watching Animal Planet. We are currently working on what a bear and a monkey says. </div>
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Along the same lines is your developing vocabulary. Though most of what you say is syllabic mimics of the words, you seem to know what those mimics mean. But you can clearly say, "Mama, Dada, and all gone." You and I have also been working on your sign language, and I'm proud to say, my lil smarty pants, you can say "please", "thank you", and "more", in sign language. You seem to understand when to use "please" and I'm sure the understanding of the others will come shortly. You give hugs and snuggles, kisses and eskimo kisses, and you headbutt, ha ha ha. </div>
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Whenever music plays, you dance and sometimes you sing too. Your dancing repertoire has broadened. You will shake your little self, you will put your hands above your head and turn in a wide circle, and when you are in your car seat you will shake your legs and wiggle your toes. When you're with Daddy you'll "bang your head" to music. Again, another fun thing to watch you do! You make me laugh on a daily basis :-) </div>
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Good news for you and for family: in approx 13 days we will be moving across the country to begin our new life in Colorado!! Your grandparents are ecstatic about being able to see you "when ever they want". I'm happy for them, because I was worried they would miss out on seeing you grow up. There are a lot of better opportunities out in Colorado, so your Daddy feels and believes that this is the best thing for us and so we follow :-) You'll love it out there! Mountains with snow year-round, uncles and an aunt to play with, friends at Church, and when you're old enough you can ride with Grandpa on his motorcycle!! It's good to be moving now because it won't be <i>as</i> hard on you, with you being as little as you are. </div>
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My darling dear, today is your birthday and I can't believe how quickly you've grown! You get more beautiful everyday. Your Father and I love you so very much!! My heart is so full of love for you, that sometimes I don't think it can handle it! You make our world so much better everyday. I can't wait to see what you learn this month! </div>
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My parting words of wisdom:<br />Never stop learning. There is <i>always </i>something new to learn and it is good for the mind!</div>
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Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066453608296344590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566798438090202550.post-61113213443026541812013-05-16T08:37:00.000-07:002013-05-16T08:38:06.528-07:0011 months??? No Way!!<div style="text-align: center;">
My predictions from my last post for you were correct! Here we are, you 11 months old, and walking!! It wasn't but 1 week after my last post that you mastered walking with the assistance of stationary items. Last month (sorry I didn't post for your 10month), you enjoyed the freedom of walking with your mobile toys. And from 10 months to 11 months you have mastered walking with stationary items, mobile toys, Momma's hand, and for the last two weeks you have become brave in your attempts to walk with NO ASSISTANCE! I'm so proud of you! Just yesterday, literally, you became bored with crawling all together. though you still won't freely walk very far, balance being an issue, you will walk from couch to couch and toy to toy. I can't believe how much you've grown!</div>
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This video to the above is you at around 10 months. You were so exciting to be "walking" on your own. Your father enjoyed this experience with you! He's so proud, we're both so proud of your achievements. </div>
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I haven't been able to get a video of your "regular" walking, as those moments are brief and cannot be coordinated to fit with my demands yet, lol. But as soon as I can get it on video, all the grandparents and great-grandparents, cousins, aunts, and uncles will see it! You my dear, will be a star :-) (the video below was taken 4 days ago)</div>
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<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw0tAMHzOEcr-N5MND1-zp3ONQ3FEqJ5ei6bazPM8GKQp8svvU9hEQ7hIJuG9dM2QrqKleK1yLsq2j_Ry_kYg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>In other news, you seem to have faded out wanting to say "Mama", though you have perfected "Dada". Don't worry, I'm not upset, because I know you love me! I'm so glad that you call your Father, and holler for him when he comes home. He feels so loved and wanted when you do that. You won't remember this, but his face beams with happiness every time you call for him. I still get a name mention every now and then, but it's always when you really want something, or something has gone terribly wrong in your little world. </div>
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Also in other Baby World News, you my dear are cutting 4 teeth at once!! The doctor predicted this, and she was right!! Right now you're my little vampire, because your pointy little side front teeth are coming in "first", quickly followed by 1 of your front teeth, and the other front tooth is just now making its appearance too! Too cute for words. Again, I wish I could get a picture of them, but you just refuse to cooperate. </div>
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We have a BUSY few weeks coming up! First, a quick trip to see your great-grandparents and many other family members in Michigan, your first real road trip ever! (hoping for a smooth ride) Then, in June, is of course your birthday!! After that, the end of June is a BIG time for us. We will be moving to Colorado!! Your Colorado Grandma will have 3 dogs for you to play with! Not to mention, your 2 uncles and your 1 aunt and then of course, Grandma and Grandpa. You my dear, will definitely NOT be starving for attention. </div>
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Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066453608296344590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566798438090202550.post-86703512425181613862013-03-17T20:24:00.000-07:002013-03-17T20:24:02.818-07:00T-minus 4 Months Till 12 Months<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I can't believe how quickly time goes and it doesn't seem to be slowing down anytime soon. Happy 9 months Alana! In 4 short months you'll be turning 1, and I'll probably cry a little. I'm already making mental plans about what we're going to do for your party. But until then, I'll give you an update on what the last month of your life has been like :-)</div>
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Your teeth seem to be stubborn. You are relentless with the chewing and the gnawing, but those teeth, they just don't seem to want to cut through! You still only have your two front bottom teeth, but I have no doubts that they'll be here in time for you to enjoy your birthday cake. Your teeth aren't the only thing that is stubborn. You, my dear, are very strong-willed and stubborn. I see a lot of myself in you already. These traits will take you far in life, so long as you learn how to use them appropriately. That's what your family is here for. We are your trial run for your social, intellectual, character, personality, and maturity development. I know there will be times a head where you and I will battle over the traits that we share. But always know, I love you, regardless of what happens. </div>
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I can officially say that you know who is Mama and who is Dada, though my name continues to be "Mamamamamamamamama" and Daddy's name continues to be "Dadadadadadadadadadadadadada" the above assigned names are said appropriately. I can't seem to get you to say them on request yet, that is my next goal. It is clear that you have a passion for talking and it has also become clear that you like to "sing". Generally it is a drawn out "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" </div>
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in a monotone manner that accompanies a song you hear, but I take it as singing nonetheless. You also enjoy "singing" along with Mommy when I sing to you at night. I believe that this is more a failed tactic at trying to stay awake than it is a desire to sing with me. I DO hope that you do want to sing with me someday. </div>
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There are so many big changes coming up in your life! It's bitter-sweet for this Momma though. I'm so proud of what you've accomplished and a big part of me is looking forward to what you'll do next, but the extremely nostalgic side of me wishes you were still that little 7lb 15 oz little bitty newborn. Onward to greater things!!</div>
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I pray that you will be exactly what you want to be, I pray that you cultivate the gifts God gave you, whatever they will be, and I pray that your Father and I will be the very best that we can be for you!</div>
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((<span style="color: lime;"><b>Also, Happy St. Patrick's Day</b></span>))</div>
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I can't believe how much time has passed and how quickly it has done so! I'm not fooling myself, I realize that things will only speed up from here. I feel as if you've taken a nose dive into the pool of milestones, as they seem to be happening one right after another. It's almost too much to keep up with and keep straight in my head. Luckily, I have been able to take pictures of each one! I even have managed to get videos too, which I will naturally use to embarrass you when you bring your first date home to meet your Father and I. </div>
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As a new Mom I found my self being incredibly overzealous and being too anxious over your achievements, or the lack there of. I will admit I found myself stressing over the fact that you had not decided to crawl yet. It wasn't until I got your 8-month pictures done that you decided to show me your skills! I blame it on the fact that we had no carpet, and the discovery of a stable crawling surface inspired your mobility, because you've been doing it ever since. However, with this new found freedom, comes such phrases as: "Alana, no!", and "Alana, Mommy said <b>no!</b>" The latter of the two seems to strike fear into you the most, because that phrase is usually followed by your tears (lasting mere seconds). </div>
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With the discovery of the crawling, came the exploration into the mode of crawling. You've experimented with three different kinds: 1) pictured to the right, didn't last very long. 2) you began crawling with a mixture of one foot and one knee, and 3) the "normal" mode of crawling. You seem to have settled on the 3rd for the most part, but every now and then we see this ---></div>
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One of your milestones, forced upon you, was the development of two bottom teeth! And while you look so adorable with your teefers, they <i>sure do hurt</i>!! Hence my failed attempt at implementing the "be gentle" lesson. It's still a work in progress; I'm not giving up, and as of today I'm see some signs of improvement! Two pearly whites on the bottom and a nose that still runs like a faucet, makes me wonder if you're not trying to make some more show up! With the incoming of the teeth came the realization of chewing. This was also helped by a visit to the Vanaman's, who's son (7 days younger than you) is a chewer! And now here we are, just days later, and you're munching on 'puffs', small pieces of crackers, and whatever else we'll share with you! I'm picking you up your first real toothbrush tonight so that we can start practicing proper oral hygiene, which is <i>very important</i>!</div>
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And the 'Mother' of all milestones you've reached thus far.....((cue drum roll))...... You have said your first word!! And to clear things up with your grandparents, it was NOT the word 'no'; it was 'Mama'. You said it clear as day a few days ago when you were looking at me! I was so happy :-) You've now made the connection that saying that phrase repeatedly will get my attention/response of "What Baby?" You're also working on saying "dada" and "lana"(short version of your name), but I don't think you know the power of those words yet. All in due time. But I'm so incredibly proud of you! You have also begun mimicking the sounds of singing, and you're good at keeping the right tone, which impresses me! I hope that I can instill in you a passion for music and singing, and who knows maybe one day you and I can sing songs together!</div>
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I keep wondering to myself, when are you going to crawl? Then, in the same moment, I think to myself that I don't want you to crawl yet. I want you to stay my itty-bitty baby. As selfish as it may seem, I want you to stay little, that way you'll always have a smile for me when you see my face; you'll always choose me over <i>anybody</i> else, and I'll always be your "safe place". I know that can't happen, but I wouldn't mind it if it did. As soon as you start crawling you'll start trying to pull yourself up, and from there walking, or perhaps straight into running. You'll soon realize that there is a whole big interesting world out there past Mommy-n-Daddy Land. </div>
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You may be asking, "but Mom, what is my latest and greatest milestone development?!" Well, in the last month you have become <i>much</i> more mobile, though you aren't crawling yet, you have discovered the art of rolling, army crawling, and slight scooting on your bottom. None of them are mastered yet, but I predict in the next month you'll have those mastered and be well on your way to getting into things that you ought not to. </div>
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OH, I almost forgot! Just in the last week, you have been answering "where's Babycakes?" Ha ha, let me explain. Behind us on the wall above our couch is a framed 8x10 of you, and you've established the understanding that that is a picture of you! You're quite vain as a matter of fact. Anytime you see a picture of yourself you smile, squeal, and bounce with delight. But now, when I ask you "Where's Babycakes?" you search around with a goofy grin on your face till you find that 8x10 on the wall, and once you've spotted the picture you smile and jump up and down! </div>
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As you can see in this photo, your eyes are looking more and more like mine. Your eyes are my favorite of your facial features :-) ha ha, not because they look like mine, but because they still shine with joy and delight whenever you smile. I revel in the beauty that is your joy, because I've seen so many faces, adult faces, that even when they smile, there's no light in their eyes. I pray that you keep that joy that lights up your face!</div>
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Another major milestone! You, my dear, are cutting teeth. FINALLY! You've been teething for almost 5 months, and just two weeks ago they cut through. Yes, I said 'they'. You are cutting both your bottom front teeth at the same time. I'm so excited to take pictures of your toothy grins when they're all the way in. Also, I would like to thank you, because this was the easiest introduction to teething EVER! Sure you were a tad fussy and your nose sprung a leak, but otherwise you were great! Downside is since they've cut through, you've discovered biting...something I fear we're going to have to get rather stern about. </div>
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Ya know what the best part about all of this is? The amazing memories I'm making with you. I'm getting to be here to see all your 'firsts'. Daddy got one of my firsts; he got to hold you first in the hospital, but that's ok, because I believe you changed him forever. When your Daddy held you, his whole world changed and he has sworn that he will keep you safe always. Every day, multiple times a day, your Daddy tells you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. And you are beautiful, my dear! Your laughter brightens my days, and your love for us is so beautifully pure. </div>
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<strong> </strong>Of all the things you will question in your life, our love for you, I pray, will never be one of them. </div>
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Things may not always be great and times will undoubtedly get rough, but remember this verse below:</div>
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And remember this: you have our love always, but more importantly, you can have the never-ending, unconditional love of the Almighty Father. Cling to HIM, humans will fail you, your Father and I at some point will probably fail you in some way, but the Lord will <em>never</em> fail you. With Jesus any hard time can be triumphed over and any storm can be weathered. <em> </em></div>
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Where did the days of precious moments and endearing "awh's" go? And yet, I'm so proud of her for achieving so much in such little time! From the early days of the discovery of her fingers and toes, to the current days of her exploring the many different ways she can scoot; from the early days of coos and gurgles, to the current days of her laughter, giggles, and squeals of delight filling the halls; and even from the early days of me trying to decipher what her cries meant, to the current days of her being able to tell me exactly what's what through inflection. I have spent all these days, all 6 months of them, in awe of the way God has created humans to develop! </div>
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As Christmas is a mere few days away, I cannot help but grow continuously more excited everyday! Though Christmas is a time to remember the most important thing of all, Christ's life and all He did and is doing for us, it's also a time for the children! It is a time for them to revel in the mystery of the season. To learn with only the special awe, reverence, and humility seen in a child about the life of Jesus, coming to us as a baby! The draw of Saint Nicholas (who was a real person), and the understanding of why his story was kept alive. I'm so overly excited to begin establishing Christmas traditions in my own family, now that I have one! I can't wait to revel in the joy of the season with my baby girl as she grows over the years and along with it her growth of understanding. I can't wait to see her face light up on Christmas morning as we all share together in gift giving. </div>
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Alana my dear, there is never a dull moment with you! As always, Mommy and Daddy love you so very much!</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When you were born, that was the longest 4 days (in the hospital) of my life! I went through a lot of pain, staples, and recovery. Truth be told, I felt absolutely no pain when I would hold you. The same holds true now! When I hold you the pain of my days, worries, or frustrations all melt away. Your smile is <b><u>electric</u></b> and your face shines with happiness when you see Daddy and Mommy(me). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You have changed so much over the past month! You discover new things almost every day it seems. Your latest discovery is making raspberry noises. It's cute beyond belief, though it is a tad messy :-) The absolute cutest thing you do?? Laugh. You only laugh when you're being tickled and the laugh only happens on occasion, but when it does, C-U-T-E!!! You still try to read to Mommy and Daddy, but now you seem to be more intrigued with the details of the pictures on the pages than voicing your opinion about them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I used to think you were a strangely quiet baby, even when you cried it wasn't very loud. Oh my how those days are gone, ha ha. You have discovered the art of yelling to convey how upset you are. Your lungs are developing their full potential. When you are initially getting upset you say, "Ayyyeeeee" several times and then that turns into full-fledged cries of anger. Case and point, just a few minutes ago. But now you have calmed down and you are staring at me from your swing, listening to Pandora, and your eyes tell me sleep is not far off for you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You find it incredibly fun to try to mimic sounds that Mommy and Daddy make! You're favorite one is "Arrrrrrrrg"! I'll get it on video once you get more consistent with it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I think you have two favorite times of the day: being held and EATING! I started you on rice cereal (a tad early) a while ago because it seemed that the bottle was no longer enough. Since then we have expanded your horizons in the food world. You now enjoy: oatmeal, peas, and green beans. You are a particular fan of oatmeal and green beans (not mixed, of course). I can't let you eat all that you want because that would be too much for your little baby tummy. You are not happy when I have to "cut you off", but you do comply when I give you a bottle; trying to drink it in between small cries of disagreeance that fade quickly. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Daddy tells me sometimes how he's kind of scared about you growing up. His immediate fear; when you start getting mobile. I tell him all the time, it will be ok. In my opinion, that's my favorite time, because then play time is just that much more fun!! Do I look forward to having to chase you when we're NOT playing, no I can't say that I do, but that monumental step in your life is still a few months away. Until then, I don't mind being able to keep you near me without your protesting. I know there will come a time when you will protest having to be held, having to hold my hand, and having to stay with me, but for now you love being with Mommy and Daddy!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My words of wisdom for you:<br />Never forget how to smile! Never let your eyes stop shining with joy! Keep your laughter, you'll need it to get through the hard times. More importantly keep your faith always, because during the times when a smile isn't enough, and laughter is silent, God will be there to remind you that you are still loved and that you can know joy again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Daddy and I love you immensely, more than you will ever know or understand. So proud to be your Mommy and I am so incredibly excited to watch you keep growing!!</span></div>
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Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066453608296344590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566798438090202550.post-38593622659922663302012-09-17T08:15:00.000-07:002012-09-17T08:16:11.131-07:00Happy 1/4 Birthday Alana!!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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3 months old already?! Amazing how time goes by so quickly! You are changing so much, it's hard to keep up. You look more and more like me (Your Mommy) everyday :-) This makes me very happy, because for the longest time you looked mostly like Daddy, I'm happy to see you're taking on some of my more delicate facial features (nose and eyes). Your eyes are beautiful, and they light up when you smile! And that is something you do all the time! You talk so much, I just wish I knew what you were trying to say! </div>
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As you can clearly see in the picture to your left, you are already trying to sit up. You think that "tummy time" is a ridiculous notion and will have no part in it. Last night while Daddy was playing with you on your play mat you almost rolled over!! So needless to say, you are extremely active. I think that it has to do with your strong will, as you seem to have plenty of that.</div>
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You went on a shopping trip with me on Saturday the 15th. My sole purpose in going on that trip was to try to find you some books, and we succeeded!! But don't worry, books weren't the only things I got you. I found you some CUTE clothes and a humidifier for when you get sick.</div>
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You've grown tremendously since your 2 month check up! you are now 2 feet long, and you weight over 11lbs! You're still hanging in the higher end of percentages on your height, which is astonishing considering the lack of height in your immediate family. I wish I could keep you little always, but I know that's not possible. You are learning so much and so quickly! You eat rice cereal already. You've been doing that for about 2 weeks now, and really seem to enjoy that time of your day. The rice cereal is a part of your nighttime routine, which I'm proud to say I have down to a "T". </div>
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8:30 PM our night time process begins: drying you off, lotion, cream and powder (on your behind), fresh diaper, and a pair of comfy pj's. (Generally during this time you are crying because you just want to go to sleep)</div>
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9:00/ 9:15 PM you are exhausted by this point, so I bundle you up in one of your MANY blankets, give you a bottle, hold you just up until the point where you are ready to doze off, and put you to bed. </div>
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I am blessed, because you are a very easy baby. I suppose it helps that I have you on a fairly steady, daily routine. You officially only get up once in the night and it's at about 4-5 AM, Mommy appreciate's that greatly ;-) Truth be told you have always done well sleeping, eating, and maintaining a good mood. I'm hoping that, that continues well into your life. </div>
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Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066453608296344590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566798438090202550.post-67192040088007175742012-08-17T12:40:00.000-07:002012-08-17T12:40:56.392-07:00Happy Two Months Old Today!!!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Where did time go?! It's hard to believe that it's already been two months since you've come into the world my dear Alana. You have made excellent strides on development and you are on the fast track to talking! You started cooing shortly after our visit to Colorado and have been perfecting those sounds for almost a month now. You have a very specific sound you make when you are sleepy and want to be held. Sorry to say, I can't always pick you up when you make that noise, so that noise quickly becomes your very angry and <i>very</i> loud cry. </div>
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My favorite time of day with you is right after you wake up from your naps...you have so much to say, you smile a lot, and you have the cutest little baby laugh! For example, right now you are sitting in your Bumbo seat, smiling and cooing at me right now :-) I love it! </div>
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We got your pictures done today, nothing too fancy. The picture to the right is one of them. Look at how happy you are! You've gotten so big and I'm so excited to see how much more you change and grow, and yet at the same time, I want to keep you as a baby :-( </div>
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Mommy's had a rough time these last 8 weeks. Recovering from having you, and then WHAM; I got hit with continual gallbladder problems. I had surgery to get it removed almost two weeks ago and I also had that awful hernia repaired too. That was a very rough time for me, because I had to leave you. I almost cried, but I stayed strong because I knew you had great people taking care of you during the day, and then Daddy took care of you at night because I had to stay overnight in the hospital. My first few days back home were slow and sore, but you were good so that made it easier. I'm now on the fast road to recovery and Lord willing there won't be any more problems. That means I'll be able to spend time playing and having fun with you!!</div>
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Uh-oh, by the look on your face, I'll be changing your diaper in a couple minutes. Know this my dear, no matter how many stinky diapers you make, or how many times you cry at night (right when Mommy lays her head down to sleep), your Daddy and I love you dearly and can't wait to see what your future holds! </div>
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They say time flies when you're having fun; if that is the case, I'm having the time of my life! My sweet <span style="color: purple;">Alana</span> you are 1 month old (and a day, I'm a tad late typing this). To see how you've developed and changed already is like watching my own personal miracle. I am in awe of the awesome power of creation and the intricate design that is you. For example, did you know that right now your voice box is higher in your throat, this enables you to breathe while you eat, without swallowing milk down your windpipe. Isn't that amazing!? Or how about the fact that you don't see in color yet, this helps keep yours senses from being overwhelmed. Oh and that incredibly cute chubby face of yours...yeah the chubbiness helps you learn how to use your jaw and to develop that coordination. </div>
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You started making new noises while we were in Colorado. Some pleasantly sweet, and then you have one noise which I have dubbed your "I'm irritated" noise. Your lungs are certainly growing, because you're getting louder. You are cooing in your sleep more frequently and the sounds just keep on getting cuter. I'm still so very anxious to hear you coo of your own free will!! </div>
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We've hit a bump in the road I suppose you could say, speaking of you sleeping. You've decided that sleeping with Mommy is better than sleeping in your bassinet and while I'm sure this is 100% true in your brain, I don't agree. So, it's been quite the battle these last couple of days, but we are swiftly making headway. For instance, right now you are snoozing on the couch instead in my lap. Granted, our trip to Colorado is probably what helped you make this not so good decision. You didn't like the bassinet that Grandma had and you got all stuffy if I laid you on your blankets on the floor, so the only solution...in bed with Mommy and Daddy: thus our problem. I suppose I can't get too upset about this, because at the very least you are practically sleeping through the night, you only get up 1-2 times MAX, so to that I say thank you my dear :-)</div>
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You went to the doctor today for a check-up. Doctor gave the thumbs up and says you're just where you need to be growth and development wise. That's my girl!! :-) You are now: 9lbs 1oz and 21.5" long. you are quickly growing out of your newborn clothes (which are so cute!) and I'll be lucky if I can stretch the newborn diapers another week. I'd be okay if you slowed down the whole getting bigger thing (just temporarily), I have <u style="font-weight: bold;">so</u> many newborn diapers I still need to use! </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWPHF2YGtzgY-YZDE2eGLWDhuUOfKCzpCDi1IWJyZMZp25vl3r0zmNNMy8uj7t1fwxIenjOvIvfPBcXkySUBdsv6DLk_TASTRbpMC2quzWapo9qcACZXb2VY32OllpVwPLNQBu686J-M/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWPHF2YGtzgY-YZDE2eGLWDhuUOfKCzpCDi1IWJyZMZp25vl3r0zmNNMy8uj7t1fwxIenjOvIvfPBcXkySUBdsv6DLk_TASTRbpMC2quzWapo9qcACZXb2VY32OllpVwPLNQBu686J-M/s200/003.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="color: purple;">Alana Michelle</span> was born on June 17th at 9:55 PM, weighing in at a healthy 7lbs 15oz and she was 20" long! She also came with a head of hair which has now lightened to a beautiful blondish color!</div>
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The delivery went smoothly, I didn't have to do a thing, but I wish'd I could have. at 9:15 PM on June 17th I was admitted into the OR for a C-section. I had gone all day without my cervix dilating one little bit! Most painful part you ask? the localized numbing agent that they STABBED into my spinal cord...3 TIMES! Alright, so perhaps that's an exaggeration (the "stabbed" part), but it definitely was the most physically painful part. </div>
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To be honest, I was terrified. Up until then the most "major" surgery I had ever had was my wisdom teeth removed. I didn't relax until I heard <span style="color: purple;">Alana </span>cry for the very first time, I think even Daddy got a little teary-eyed. There is nothing quite like the sound of hearing your child's cry for the very first time. You go 9, almost 10 months wondering what she's going to look like, who will she take after more, is she going to be healthy, will she have hair, will her eyes be like Mommy's (Mommy's eyes are prettier, haha), but when it comes right down to the time for it all to happen, the only thing I cared about was hearing her cry, because that means she made it and she's ok. </div>
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Recovery was tough, but you made it better <span style="color: purple;">Alana.</span> they would bring you in to me every morning and we'd spend all day together, but at night, they would wheel you to the nursery, because I had to sleep and get better. They took GREAT care of both of us at the hospital. Those first few days all you did was sleep and sleep and sleep, haha. You passed your hearing test well, so I know that if you don't hear what I say from now on it's because you're choosing to ignore me...just so you know. </div>
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They did more than just deliver you during my surgery, they also helped get Mommy cleaned up. They found a tumor (the size of a softball!), it was benign, that they went ahead a removed, and they also said they found some scar tissue that they got rid of. So in that area, Mommy's in tip-top shape! You did give me some issues with my gall bladder, but we're hoping and praying that corrects itself, otherwise I get to have another surgery, but that's ok too, because it will never be able to cause me trouble again if I get it removed :-) </div>
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We're leaving to visit Colorado tomorrow (Thursday, July 12th), Grandma, Grandpa, your 3 Uncles, and your Aunt all really want to meet you. I hope that you cooperate on the flight, it's only 3 hours, I have confidence that you'll do just fine snuggled up with Mommy in your Moby Wrap! the Moby Wrap is your favorite thing right now, it keeps you tight to Mommy and you go right to sleep :-) </div>
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You've definitely grown since day 1. You're almost 1 month old now and you have quite the personality, haha. You do what I call the Daddy face: you scrunch up your little forehead and eyes, and you look just like Daddy when you do that. Speaking of eyes; yours are going to be absolutely beautiful! They are starting to lighten up, and right now they are a deep, grayish blue color, and you try your absolute hardest to see EVERYTHING, unfortunately you can't see much further than a foot from your nose right now, but don't worry it gets better.</div>
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Apollo loves you! He gets so concerned when you cry that he comes and finds me and pokes me with his nose. At night, he curls up at the foot of your bassinet. I was worried that he wouldn't do well or that he would be hyper, but he seems to know that you're fragile so he is very gentle with you, and keeps his distance when you're being held. I have a feeling that you guys are going to be great friends growing up together! </div>
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You're changing so quickly and growing up so fast! You've started cooing in your sleep and when you eat, I can't wait till you figure out you can do it all the time!! Daddy taught you to stick out your tongue when he does, but you'll have to learn it's not always ok to do that when you're older. </div>
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Children are a blessing and being a mother has been fulfilling in ways I cannot explain. Just when I thought I had loved all I could, God gave me more love to give! I love you and Daddy loves you <span style="color: purple;">Alana</span>! </div>
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You are well loved! </div>Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066453608296344590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566798438090202550.post-11024450143700727562012-05-25T07:00:00.001-07:002012-05-25T07:00:22.236-07:00Ready Or Not...<div style="text-align: center;">
I am 35 weeks along! This special bonding time I've had with you <span style="color: magenta;">Alana</span> is coming to an end, but you've definitely kept Mommy on her toes. With a slightly alarming trip to the Hospital under my belt (as of a little over a week ago), I press on to completion. No worries needed now about the brief stint at the hospital, but at the time it was scary, simply because I didn't have a clue what was going on. Intense upper abdominal pain, lasting 30 minutes, followed by a violent episode of being sick tends to make this new Mommy panic. Once it was established that all was ok, I felt kind of selfish because I got yet another ultrasound. I've officially received more ultrasounds than that of my fellow pregnant friends **smiles**. You are very healthy my dear, but again I must say, why all the angry faces?!<br />
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In final preparation for your grand entrance, everything is set up! You have your very own crib, changing table, and dresser. Mommy was even lucky to get a pack n play to lay you in when we travel, which we will be doing so that proud great-grandparents can see you! You know, on one side, you are the first and only official great-grandbaby, how exciting for you!<br />
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Anxiety, anticipation, nervousness, and excitement grows with every day! There were times when I dreamed of being a Mommy. There was also a time when I resolved myself to the possibility of never being one, but now here I am on the brink of a miraculous, life-changing adventure. What a gift! I'm humbled that God has chosen me, and I can only pray earnestly that I become the Mommy you need me to be.<br />
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Got another ultrasound done today. It was exciting, and slightly scary to see how much she had developed and grown! Under normal circumstances I wouldn't be receiving anymore ultrasounds, but because it's my life and nothing can be normal I get more chances to see my little <span style="color: magenta;">Alana</span>, which is most definitely a plus. Now for the scary side of things...</div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">Lil Miss Alana</span>, you are going to be a <i>very</i> healthy baby, which means that your Momma (yeah that'd be me) is going to have quite the time when you decide to come into this world. Write this down people; on April 30th, 2012, <span style="color: magenta;">Alana Michelle</span> weighed in at 4 lbs 12 oz, with 2 more months to go! Anybody feeling sorry for me at all yet?? Is sympathy too much to ask, because so far, I've only gotten laughter, and a couple of tears...THROUGH THE LAUGHTER! I suppose it'll be ok, because the rumor is, Jesus doesn't give us anymore than we can handle. Unfortunately, it's starting to look like Jesus thinks I'm amazing. Which, don't get me wrong I am...but even <i>I</i> have my limits ;-) </div>
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Well I feel as if congratulations are in order for myself. During this pregnancy I have become quite the "hurdle" jumper. The <span style="color: blue;"><b>first hurdle</b></span> was the 1st Trimester, that was brutal: <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: magenta;">Alana</span></span>, honey, you were not very nice to Mommy when we first discovered you. Ill does not even properly describe what I went through for about 14 weeks. Top that off with Tums being on the "no no" list for the 1st Trimester and topping that even higher with the harsh reality that I could not take anything to curb the nausea. <span style="color: magenta;">Alana</span>, if you ever want to know specific stories, ask Daddy, because he has some "funny" ones. </div>
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The <b style="color: blue;">second hurdle</b><b>, </b>I suppose this one feels more like a perpetual metaphorical hurdle, as I'm still in the process of leaping over it. The bigger you get dearest <span style="color: magenta;">Alana</span>, the more Mommy's tummy looks weird. I believe the technical term is "umbilical hernia," not so much fun either, but, I have a found a way to temporarily rectify the issue until I can get the surgery done to fix it. It only hurts sometimes, but that's ok, because I know that it has to be this way so that you can get bigger before your grand entrance into the world. </div>
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And finally, as we enter the final stretch of this race, we have come upon the <b style="color: blue;">fourth hurdle</b>, and Lord willing, other then the birth itself, this is the final hurdle. Gestational Diabetes; that phrase strikes panic into soon-to-be mothers everywhere, and you always hope it isn't you that gets it. Sorry, but I did. But please don't worry because, with a proper diet and close monitoring, everything will be A-OK. I do get to have two more ultrasounds before the real show, so that part is exciting! The more chances to see your face my little <span style="color: magenta;">Alana</span>, as long as it causes no problems to you, I am ok with. </div>
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With 9 weeks left and counting, <span style="color: magenta;">Alana</span>, you'll be here before you know it! Daddy and I are very excited and look forward to holding you in our arms. We do ask that you don't try to come early, take your time (but not too long), and make sure you're fully developed and ready. Oh by the way, Apollo, your puppy and future playmate, is anxious too, he knows something big is about to happen! </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ok, ok so maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit. But there are definitely times when I can look down and see my belly violently jump. I'm proud of <span style="color: purple;">Alana</span> for keeping up with her Calisthenics and staying in good health, but Mommy's organs, and bones for that matter, need a break every now and then! Yes that's right, I said bones. Yesterday, while in the dining hall partaking of the Seder meal, dearest <span style="color: purple;">Alana</span>, got turned upside down thus lodging, what I assume was her hind-end up under my ribs, and proceeded to flutter kick the lower, left side of my abdomen. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><- This is what my child is able to do right now at 28 weeks! Again I say look at the beautiful detail! How can there not be a Creator?! How can this miraculous beauty be an accident of random cells coming together. There is no possible way that I will ever be convinced to believe anything but that there is a Creator. That Creator has taken my DNA and my husband's DNA, woven them together to create something beautiful and perfect! </span></div>
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</div>Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066453608296344590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566798438090202550.post-84055625813338773912012-03-09T11:06:00.000-08:002012-03-09T11:06:34.185-08:003 Months left...((I have come to the realization that I am not crafty, creative, or artistic in any manner, and so, I have decided to blog this journey for my daughter to read later. Thus the title: The Beginnings. I hope that you can join in my joy as I blog the development of my pregnancy and the first 2 years of my baby girl's life.))<br />
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<i><span style="color: purple;">Motherhood;</span></i> a word that contains a lot of expectations: spoken and unspoken, realized and yet to be realized. Do I feel adequately up for the task? Absolutely not. Do I feel unprepared for the life altering future that is upon me? Absolutely. Part of my mind is screaming; "What were you thinking?! A baby?!" Please do not misunderstand me, babies are the <u><b><span style="color: red;">best blessing</span></b></u> God can bestow upon a family. </div>
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I am strengthened in the truth that God has given my husband and I a priceless treasure and a great responsibility. In the same respects, I am weakened in my humanity because I feel unprepared and inadequate for the task. The Lord knows what we need and it is no different in my personal life. The Lord knows my heart and knows the desires I have. It is in the "down time" in my day that I begin to worry and raise concerns about what kind of parent I will become, and it is about that time that Alana kicks me :-) </div>
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The miraculous truth of life is growing literally before my eyes. Whether it is looking down and seeing my ever distending belly, or it is looking at the monitor in the doctor's office and seeing my daughter's little nose, hands, and feet. The reality of what is to come is ever present now that she has started moving, <i>all the time!</i> In conjunction with that harsh reality, a more gentle one came when I found out that my voice soothes her and lulls her to stillness ((so Mommy can sleep, study, or take notes)).<br />
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The beginning of February marked the first time I felt her kick. I wasn't sure what it was that I had felt, so I waited, somewhat impatiently, as I was lying on my bed, and then ever so faintly it happened again. A little kick, no stronger then a flutter, but it did not stay sweet and gentle for long. The end of February a drastic change came for little Alana; she was becoming much stronger and getting bigger! At this point Chris could feel her kick me, and was convinced that he could make her kick me on command.<br />
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March 6th, 2012 was a scary day for us. A routine ultrasound confirmed a tear, which means that the placenta was coming away from the uterine wall. What better way to show God's glory then through our infirmities and His ability to perform miracles?! Because of this ultrasound discovery, they scheduled an appointment with a specialist at Central Baptist Hospital in Lexington, Kentucky. Sadly this was also my husband's birthday, but the Lord knows what we need!<br />
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Thursday, March 8th, after over 48 hours of people praying for the three of us, we went to the appointment. After an extensive ultrasound (it lasted about 1 and 1/2 hours), they found nothing wrong! Praise God!! The only thing the doctor found was a very active and a very healthy baby girl, <i>my baby girl</i>. Alana was very entertaining during the appointment, at one point she head-butted my stomach. She couldn't seem to find a comfortable position in my stomach, which lead to the technician chasing her all over my belly with the ultrasound wand.<br />
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