Although this blog is intended to follow Willow's journey as she experiences both milestones and challenges; we never want to leave out the other two blessings in our lives.
Their lives bring us incredible joy and laughter...
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Mother's Day
So the day after Willow was born I decided to start a blog; a way to chronicle our journey with her. Well, now two months later I am just finding the time and energy to begin. It is mother's day and I am relaxing in the quietness of my room; the only noise I hear is the sounds of my sleeping baby right next to me.
Today was a very special day, not only because it is mother's day but this is the day we dedicated our Willow Rose to the Lord. We decided to share her story this morning and I have decided to share her story here:
March 2, 2010, the day our Willow Rose was born. The day started like any other; Chad got up and went to work and I got the girls ready and off to school. It was late that afternoon when my water broke and we realized this was not going to be any ordinary day; this was going to be the day of our daughter's birth. This is where the frenzy began as friends and family were called and I in true fashion began to panic. Those of you that know me know that I am a planner and this was not on the agenda for the day. Even in my anxiety ridden state, I was completely over the top excited as was Chad. This was a day that was long anticipated. Little did we know years ago that God would be preparing us for this very day. A troubled childhood, rebellious teenage years, two young parents trying to raise their daughters while going to college, a job crisis and a fire to name a few of the many ways God was strengthening our faith and preparing us for March 2, 2010.
The events of this day went rather quickly and I found myself being prepped for a c-section just a few short hours after arriving at the hospital. It was at exactly 6:15 that evening when Willow Rose made her grand entrance. I will never forget the moment we first met. I remember telling her how beautiful she was and thought to myself her eyes are deep as if they already tell a story. She was soon taken to the nursery and we would meet again in my room. Chad stayed with her and I anxiously waited to hold her. Our family gathered outside and friends waited for the call, all excited to hear the good news and get to meet her. I still remember Chad wheeling her down the hall in the bassinet and our doctor following behind. I finally got to hold my beautiful baby as our doctor came around to the left side of my bed. He stood there calm and collective as he began his sentence with first of all (not the words a parent wants to hear) Willow is healthy as she can be, her lungs and heart sound great but,( another word you never want to hear) I have reason to believe that Willow has down syndrome.
This is the point in which I am sure that I felt a wide range of emotions but those are a blur, lost in time. I vaguely remember staring at my doctor with what I am sure was a blank look on my face and at a loss for words; first time in my life I have ever been at a loss for words. Although the evening was filled with confusion and lost moments this I know:
A husband who took his wife's hand with tears in his eyes and promised as if it were their wedding day to be there for better or worse.
And a family who stood beside a bed, holding hands and crying and praying and how in that moment their lives changed and this ordinary day became extraordinary.
And a mother who when family left and the husband went to sleep stayed awake all night weeping and praying, praying without ceasing. And as the sun was rising early that next morning this was the verse she was given: Psalm 30:5, weeping may remain for a night, but joy comes in the morning. There was no more sadness and no more sorrow because this mother and this father had been given a gift. She brings joy and hope and love to her parents and these sisters and this family.
Little did we know years ago that all of these life's events would prepare us for that night. The night our beautiful, amazing daughter was born.
Today was a very special day, not only because it is mother's day but this is the day we dedicated our Willow Rose to the Lord. We decided to share her story this morning and I have decided to share her story here:
March 2, 2010, the day our Willow Rose was born. The day started like any other; Chad got up and went to work and I got the girls ready and off to school. It was late that afternoon when my water broke and we realized this was not going to be any ordinary day; this was going to be the day of our daughter's birth. This is where the frenzy began as friends and family were called and I in true fashion began to panic. Those of you that know me know that I am a planner and this was not on the agenda for the day. Even in my anxiety ridden state, I was completely over the top excited as was Chad. This was a day that was long anticipated. Little did we know years ago that God would be preparing us for this very day. A troubled childhood, rebellious teenage years, two young parents trying to raise their daughters while going to college, a job crisis and a fire to name a few of the many ways God was strengthening our faith and preparing us for March 2, 2010.
The events of this day went rather quickly and I found myself being prepped for a c-section just a few short hours after arriving at the hospital. It was at exactly 6:15 that evening when Willow Rose made her grand entrance. I will never forget the moment we first met. I remember telling her how beautiful she was and thought to myself her eyes are deep as if they already tell a story. She was soon taken to the nursery and we would meet again in my room. Chad stayed with her and I anxiously waited to hold her. Our family gathered outside and friends waited for the call, all excited to hear the good news and get to meet her. I still remember Chad wheeling her down the hall in the bassinet and our doctor following behind. I finally got to hold my beautiful baby as our doctor came around to the left side of my bed. He stood there calm and collective as he began his sentence with first of all (not the words a parent wants to hear) Willow is healthy as she can be, her lungs and heart sound great but,( another word you never want to hear) I have reason to believe that Willow has down syndrome.
This is the point in which I am sure that I felt a wide range of emotions but those are a blur, lost in time. I vaguely remember staring at my doctor with what I am sure was a blank look on my face and at a loss for words; first time in my life I have ever been at a loss for words. Although the evening was filled with confusion and lost moments this I know:
A husband who took his wife's hand with tears in his eyes and promised as if it were their wedding day to be there for better or worse.
And a family who stood beside a bed, holding hands and crying and praying and how in that moment their lives changed and this ordinary day became extraordinary.
And a mother who when family left and the husband went to sleep stayed awake all night weeping and praying, praying without ceasing. And as the sun was rising early that next morning this was the verse she was given: Psalm 30:5, weeping may remain for a night, but joy comes in the morning. There was no more sadness and no more sorrow because this mother and this father had been given a gift. She brings joy and hope and love to her parents and these sisters and this family.
Little did we know years ago that all of these life's events would prepare us for that night. The night our beautiful, amazing daughter was born.
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