This is the amazing journey of our two miracles. John Craig was born on November 30, 2005 at 24 weeks and 5 days gestation. He weighed 1 pound 8 ounces and was 12 inches long. John is a true miracle and an inspiration to all that meet him! Hope Amanda, our perfect little girl, is currently recovering from two brain surgeries to remove a 6cm mass from the center of her brain. Hope represents everything good in this world and she too is an inspiration to all.
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29.11

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Goooooooo Devils!




Yes, it is 100 degrees in Arizona and yes, my son is wearing a thermal long sleeved onesie but, true fans make sacrifices. I keep thinking back to the last game we went to. It was the day after Thanksgiving and I just turned 24 weeks in my pregnancy. I was feeling great and LOVING being pregnant. And then, just 5 days later John was born. I mean, I could understand going into labor if we would have lost to UofA but we WON!!!!!

Anyhow, Jamie took the day off yesterday so I could go to work. Sure enough, John kept all his food down AND took 3 LONG naps. One of which was 3 hours. I had to wake him up from that one because I needed to give him his bath and put him down for bed an hour later. Thankfully he still went to bed at 6:00pm.

Jamie thinks it's hilarious.....he's hired!

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Pictures!


Yummy...sweet potatoes!!!

Supposed to be napping!


My old man poker playing pimp! Craig, doesn't he remind you of Grandpa? I swear Grandpa had the same hat or maybe it was plaid pants:)

My brave little man after his blood tests. Lookin cute as always!

Sleepy.........after a long day.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

NAP...& Other Stuff!

John has been napping since 2:15pm and it's now 4:30pm and he's still asleep. This is GREAT!!!!! Now, watch he won't go to bed tonight.

UPDATE (7:30pm):
Well, he slept until about 4:45 and he still went down at 6:00pm. Good job John!

On another note, we went to the GI Dr. today and all is well. He weighs 15lbs 13oz. We are going to put rice cereal in his milk at night to thicken it up in hopes that he will keep more of it down. He didn't eat much of his rice cereal and sweet potatoes (not surprising) at lunch so I put the rest in his milk and put it through his tube. Maybe that is why he slept so long and didn't throw up. We'll see how tonight goes. He also had some blood work done today while we were at PCH. Usually I have to take him to a different Sonoran Quest lab (which is not used to working with preemies)because PCH will only draw blood if one of their Doctors write the prescription. Anyhow, I nicely asked our GI Doctor if he would re-write the order from our pediatrician.......and he did!!!!! I can't believe it but he didn't even cry. He is such a brave little boy. Much braver than I am.

And, some exciting news.........John had his first social outing yesterday.
We started the day with some sweet potatoes. I told him we were practicing for Thanksgiving and if we were lucky Aunt Alli would make her delicious sweet potatoes (the only ones I like...LOVE.) That is if she and Uncle Craig are here......we hope so:):):) After breakfast Grams came over to take the two of us to lunch. I asked her to put him down for a nap before we left. I came in his room to see if he was asleep and he wasn't.....he realized that Grams was holding him and he looked up at her with a huge smile. Grams started to giggle and then so did John. I know that it made her day...........she's still talking about it! Anyhow, he finally took a short nap and then off to Kierland we went. Of course we sat outside.....away from EVERYONE. He looked so cute. I had a cute outfit and matching hat on him. Jamie and I decided he looked somewhere between an old man, poker player, and a pimp. I'll post pictures tomorrow. The lunch was wonderful and I felt human again being out in public. John was a good boy other than popping the minute we got there. All in all we had a fun day. Thanks Mom! Lunch next week?

Monday, September 25, 2006

Monday




Happy Monday!!!!

We only have a few appointments this week. We see the GI doctor on Wednesday and our usually PT on Thursday.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Weekend Pictures

THE MOHAWK


"MOM, STOP!"



Now, what kind of mom would I be if I didn't take the infamous Mohawk picture?

ATTACK OF THE MOOSE
Correction:
ATTACK OF THE HORSE (My mom informed me that the animal was a horse and not a moose. Horse....Moose.....same difference.)


"Help!"


"Ahhhhhh, he's got me!"


"Just kidding."

MY HAPPY BOY




Don't you love the onesie......so appropriate. Thanks Joe and Shelly!

Long Nap

I was so excited yesterday because John took a 2 hour nap.......I was holding him though. Anyhow, it was kind of warm in his room so we were a little sweaty, so I thought. When he woke up from his nap I laid him down on his changing table to change his diaper....low and behold the two of us were soaked with milk. His tube had come out of his button so his entire feed was all over us. Again, only something I would do:):):)

And, that nap the other day........only 30 minutes. I didn't even get to finish my Red Bull....or pick up the house!

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Butterfly's Wings

Butterfly's Wings
Author Unknown

One day a small opening appeared on a cocoon, a man sat and watched for the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no further. So the man decided to help the butterfly, he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly. What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly.

I asked for Strength...
And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for Wisdom...
And God gave me Problems to solve.

I asked for Prosperity...
And God gave me a Brain and Brawn to work.

I asked for Courage...
And God gave me Danger to overcome.

I asked for Love...
And God gave me Troubled people to help.

I asked for Favors...
And God gave me Opportunities.



WEIGHT CHECK...........15 pounds 10 ounces!!!!!
I am hoping for my birthday I get a 16 pound baby. It's a possibility:)