8 years ago
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Mollee-wog
I can't believe it. Today my little Mollee is a year old! I kept thinking all day yesterday about where I was and what I was doing a year ago. It was a Saturday and I was in my grubbies painting Cali and Kensie's room pink an yellow. Once Steve got home from work a little before midnight, I put the paint away and we watched a movie together. We didn't end up finishing the movie because we both were too tired. I didn't even shower before I went to bed, around 1am or so.
My dream woke me up. I don't remember what I was dreaming about specifically, but in my dream I knew I was asleep and felt an urgency that I needed to wake up. I woke up without opening my eyes, and realized that something wasn't right. I shifted my weight a little and discovered that the bed beneath me was soaking wet. My eyes flew open and I said outloud, "Oh my gosh!" I kept saying 'oh my gosh' over and over again and went into the bathroom to confirm my fear...my water had broken...and it was 2 months before my due date.
Since my due date was so far away, we hadn't arranged with anyone to watch Cali and Kens in the event that I went into labor. So, we decided that I would drive myself to the hospital, and as soon as the hour was "decent" Steve would find someone to come over while he joined me at the hospital.
Every nurse that came in asked me what was all over my arms and legs. "PAINT! I wasn't planning on being here until April 27th!" So, I delivered Mollee with pink and yellow paint on my arms and legs. The next question was usually, "What are you going to name her?" Well, that was a good question. We still didn't know. In the moments when we were alone, Steve and I would toss out name ideas. We still couldn't settle on one. I wanted to incorporate both our Mother's names into her name, because our first two we'd named after grandmothers. It had been quiet for a while, then I said, "How about Mollee?" Steve said "No way." (At first I thought he didn't like it) but then he said, "I was just thinking Mollee. That's it. Mollee". (We decided on the spelling later).
It was so scary not knowing how things would turn out. They let me hold her for a very short time before rushing her to the NICU. When I finally got to see her, I couldn't help but sob for my little, teeny, tiny Mollee entagled by all the tubes and wires and IV's. Her chest was heaving; the simple act of breathing required so much work for her little body. It was overwhelming. I've never felt helpless in my life, but at that moment, I understood the true meaning of the word.
Of course everything, in time, turned out well and she is a beatiful (and loud) member of our family. On the day of her blessing, Steve and I were both more emotional than usual. Steve has only cried a handful of times since I've known him, and I can remember each time with clarity. During Mollee's blessing, he stuggled to keep his voice steady as he eloquently delivered precious blessings and promises from Heavenly Father to this special little spirit. When he sat down in the pew next to me when the blessing was over, he whispered, voice still husky, "Why was this one so hard?" and then wiped a tear.
I have been blessed beyond what I ever could have imagined to have such an amazing husband who honors his priesthood and lives a righteous life worthy of utilizing that power. Mollee has taught us so much about ourselves and our ability to learn from trials in this life. Cali and MaKensie have been lightning rods for the spirit, channeling it into our home through their innocence and love. I am overcome with gratitude to God for these precious experiences that have, and will continue to enrich my life.
My dream woke me up. I don't remember what I was dreaming about specifically, but in my dream I knew I was asleep and felt an urgency that I needed to wake up. I woke up without opening my eyes, and realized that something wasn't right. I shifted my weight a little and discovered that the bed beneath me was soaking wet. My eyes flew open and I said outloud, "Oh my gosh!" I kept saying 'oh my gosh' over and over again and went into the bathroom to confirm my fear...my water had broken...and it was 2 months before my due date.
Since my due date was so far away, we hadn't arranged with anyone to watch Cali and Kens in the event that I went into labor. So, we decided that I would drive myself to the hospital, and as soon as the hour was "decent" Steve would find someone to come over while he joined me at the hospital.
Every nurse that came in asked me what was all over my arms and legs. "PAINT! I wasn't planning on being here until April 27th!" So, I delivered Mollee with pink and yellow paint on my arms and legs. The next question was usually, "What are you going to name her?" Well, that was a good question. We still didn't know. In the moments when we were alone, Steve and I would toss out name ideas. We still couldn't settle on one. I wanted to incorporate both our Mother's names into her name, because our first two we'd named after grandmothers. It had been quiet for a while, then I said, "How about Mollee?" Steve said "No way." (At first I thought he didn't like it) but then he said, "I was just thinking Mollee. That's it. Mollee". (We decided on the spelling later).
It was so scary not knowing how things would turn out. They let me hold her for a very short time before rushing her to the NICU. When I finally got to see her, I couldn't help but sob for my little, teeny, tiny Mollee entagled by all the tubes and wires and IV's. Her chest was heaving; the simple act of breathing required so much work for her little body. It was overwhelming. I've never felt helpless in my life, but at that moment, I understood the true meaning of the word.
Of course everything, in time, turned out well and she is a beatiful (and loud) member of our family. On the day of her blessing, Steve and I were both more emotional than usual. Steve has only cried a handful of times since I've known him, and I can remember each time with clarity. During Mollee's blessing, he stuggled to keep his voice steady as he eloquently delivered precious blessings and promises from Heavenly Father to this special little spirit. When he sat down in the pew next to me when the blessing was over, he whispered, voice still husky, "Why was this one so hard?" and then wiped a tear.
I have been blessed beyond what I ever could have imagined to have such an amazing husband who honors his priesthood and lives a righteous life worthy of utilizing that power. Mollee has taught us so much about ourselves and our ability to learn from trials in this life. Cali and MaKensie have been lightning rods for the spirit, channeling it into our home through their innocence and love. I am overcome with gratitude to God for these precious experiences that have, and will continue to enrich my life.
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