Two of my favorite (yes, I shouldn’t play favorites) hotel guests are in town this week and we ALWAYS go to dinner together when they are here.
They treated last night and gave me a beautiful Coach bag for my birthday gift!!
Thank you Timmy and Diane!!!
My birthday brownie:
Someone asked what the plaque says:
The Beloved Babies Bench is a place of reflection and remembrance of precious lives gone too soon. This bench is lovingly provide by parents, families, and compassionate friends who honor each loss and have hope for healing.
Every baby matters, every baby is loved, no baby is forgotten.
Today Share of Lancaster put on a walk to remember all of the babies we have lost. We arrived and put on our tee-shirts (on the back was all the babies names).
We ran into a friend of Lyz’s who had also lost a baby at 17 weeks. The difference between her story and ours is amazing. I so wish that Blue’s death would have been better handled by the hospital. I think this is what I am having the hardest problem letting go of, the fact that I totally feel that the hospital stole a part of our son from us. Now is not the time to get into it, some other post, some other day.
We then made candles to light during a candle lighting ceremony and then it was time for them to unveil a plague. It was rainy so they were trying to get things done quickly. Two years ago at the walk they had dedicated a bench, they call it the Beloved Babies Bench. This year they offered to put your baby’s name on a plaque next to it for a donation.
The Beloved Babies Bench:
The Plaque:
Close up of Blue’s Name:
Then we walked around the park. It was called a Walk to Remember!!
After the walk we took the chance to get more pictures with the bench.
Jenn and I behind the plaque:
Chris, Lyz and Avery on the bench:
After the walk there was a whole program planned, but none of us really wanted to be there anymore, so we left and went to an early supper (as Chris had to get to work). As we sat down to eat, not even 10 mins later, it started to downpour. I feel so bad that the program may have gotten ruined.
In the program we were able to write messages to our babies.
Ours:
Our dearest Blue-we miss you so much. Not a single moment goes by without our hearts and arms aching to hold you. Know your mommies love you more and more with every passing day.
Love, your Mommies.
Lyz, Chris and Avery’s: (I’m leaving their last name blank)
L____ Angles-Forever loved, forever missed. Love, Mommy, Daddy and Avery.
One more thing from the back of the program that I feel the need to share, because it was so beautiful to me.
I wrote your name in the sand;
The ocean washed it away.
God wrote your name in the heavens;
And he took you away.
You wrote your name in my heart;
And that is where you’ll stay.
~Author Unknown
And to Mrs. Spit!!!
And to Meatloaf. No, not the kind you eat, the singer dude. For my birthday present please go listen to my favorite Meatloaf song: Listen.
Also…Happy Conception Day to Blue!! A year ago this morning we woke up early and drove to the doctor to make you. Your life started a year ago today, but will go on forever in our hearts!!
A recent study preformed in Leola, Pennsylvania, shows that if one person is sleeping, and the other person is watching Ghost Hunters, Paranormal State and Destination Truth, nightmares become more common in the person that is sleeping.
Subject A rolled over and fell almost immediately asleep at 11:37pm.
Subject B watched the afore mentioned television programs on Tivo.
Subject A began to moan a bit in her sleep around 1:45am.
Subject A began screaming “Footprints, Footprints” at 1:52am.
Subject B woke up subject A.
Subject A recounts the following nightmare. (Be warned, it will make you laugh, it is not until the end of the story does it become frightening for Subject A)
So, Jenn and I bought this hugantic (tis my replacement word for ginormous) new house. Well, not new house, actually it was quite old. And the guy who used to live there is giving us a tour and tells us it is haunted-AWESOME!! He also tells us that he thinks one of the ghosts likes to murder people as many, many people have been murdered in this house-he’s seen the bloody footprints. So we call the guys from Ghost Hunters to come out and see what they can find. I’m walking the bald guy around the foyer and he says to me, “Lady, we are never going to figure out where the ghosts are coming from with all these doors. If you count the one under the stairs there are 87 different entrances to this room.”
I send the Ghost Hunters away.
We head to bed for our first night in the house and our cell phones start acting all weird. Pictures of Martha Stewart are stuck on the screens but the phones are ringing like phone calls and texts are coming through. It freaks me out a bit, but I figure it is just the ghosts having some fun.
Then I start to hear barking coming from downstairs. All the sudden my phone works and it is the guy who used to own the house calling to tell me that he forgot to tell me that this is the official dog walking house. That all the neighbors leave the dogs in this one room so that we will walk them. Weird.
But…I ask Jenn to come downstairs with me to help walk the dogs, she refuses!! This has me totally baffled as the Jenn I know would have beat me down the stairs to play with all the dogs.
Cell phones start acting wonky again. Jenn turns on the TV to David Letterman. Except it isn’t David Letterman’s voice, it’s the voice of the guy from Destination Truth.
I go down to the room where all the dogs are and they are playing with the phone that is in there. Duh, I say, this is why our cell phones are acting weird, the dogs keep knocking over that phone and it is programmed to auto-dial our cell phones!! Mystery solved.
Jenn has the television really loud. David Letterman with Destination Truth guy’s voice is going off on how there is this big old house in Pennsylvania that keeps their big dogs outside in the pouring rain. Did I mention it was pouring rain?
Crap, I run to the back porch, which resembles my parents back porch, and there in the windows that are 10 feet off the ground is a big 10 foot tall greyhound looking back in at me with the saddest eyes, as well as like 30 other dogs. I again ask Jenn to come help me. Fine, go get the leashes out of the garage, she says.
I open the back door and all the dogs go running in (I have no idea how the 10 foot tall one got in that little door.)
I start walking along the cement path that leads to the garage.
I look down and see footprints, and I know that the man is in the garage waiting to kill me.
I scream FOOTPRINTS FOOTPRINTS, but know it is too late…
Then Jenn woke me up.
Subject A remains awake for quite a bit of time quite shaken by this both hysterical and haunting dream. Subject B comes to the conclusion that watching such shows while Subject A is sleeping may not be a good idea.
A recent study preformed in Leola, Pennsylvania, shows that if one person is sleeping, and the other person is watching Ghost Hunters, Paranormal State and Destination Truth, nightmares become more common in the person that is sleeping.
Subject A rolled over and fell almost immediately asleep at 11:37pm.
Subject B watched the afore mentioned television programs on Tivo.
Subject A began to moan a bit in her sleep around 1:45am.
Subject A began screaming “Footprints, Footprints” at 1:52am.
Subject B woke up subject A.
Subject A recounts the following nightmare. (Be warned, it will make you laugh, it is not until the end of the story does it become frightening for Subject A)
So, Jenn and I bought this hugantic (tis my replacement word for ginormous) new house. Well, not new house, actually it was quite old. And the guy who used to live there is giving us a tour and tells us it is haunted-AWESOME!! He also tells us that he thinks one of the ghosts likes to murder people as many, many people have been murdered in this house-he’s seen the bloody footprints. So we call the guys from Ghost Hunters to come out and see what they can find. I’m walking the bald guy around the foyer and he says to me, “Lady, we are never going to figure out where the ghosts are coming from with all these doors. If you count the one under the stairs there are 87 different entrances to this room.”
I send the Ghost Hunters away.
We head to bed for our first night in the house and our cell phones start acting all weird. Pictures of Martha Stewart are stuck on the screens but the phones are ringing like phone calls and texts are coming through. It freaks me out a bit, but I figure it is just the ghosts having some fun.
Then I start to hear barking coming from downstairs. All the sudden my phone works and it is the guy who used to own the house calling to tell me that he forgot to tell me that this is the official dog walking house. That all the neighbors leave the dogs in this one room so that we will walk them. Weird.
But…I ask Jenn to come downstairs with me to help walk the dogs, she refuses!! This has me totally baffled as the Jenn I know would have beat me down the stairs to play with all the dogs.
Cell phones start acting wonky again. Jenn turns on the TV to David Letterman. Except it isn’t David Letterman’s voice, it’s the voice of the guy from Destination Truth.
I go down to the room where all the dogs are and they are playing with the phone that is in there. Duh, I say, this is why our cell phones are acting weird, the dogs keep knocking over that phone and it is programmed to auto-dial our cell phones!! Mystery solved.
Jenn has the television really loud. David Letterman with Destination Truth guy’s voice is going off on how there is this big old house in Pennsylvania that keeps their big dogs outside in the pouring rain. Did I mention it was pouring rain?
Crap, I run to the back porch, which resembles my parents back porch, and there in the windows that are 10 feet off the ground is a big 10 foot tall greyhound looking back in at me with the saddest eyes, as well as like 30 other dogs. I again ask Jenn to come help me. Fine, go get the leashes out of the garage, she says.
I open the back door and all the dogs go running in (I have no idea how the 10 foot tall one got in that little door.)
I start walking along the cement path that leads to the garage.
I look down and see footprints, and I know that the man is in the garage waiting to kill me.
I scream FOOTPRINTS FOOTPRINTS, but know it is too late…
Then Jenn woke me up.
Subject A remains awake for quite a bit of time quite shaken by this both hysterical and haunting dream. Subject B comes to the conclusion that watching such shows while Subject A is sleeping may not be a good idea.
We’ve been busy little bees today!! Lots of errands checked off our list!!
This has gotten pretty long. Not by my fault, but by Luke’s. So..we went to Costco, Wawa, Giant and home. Then we went out a bit later to see how long it takes to get the place where Jenn has an interview on Monday.
Now, I’m watching Survivor and heading to bed!!
xxoo
We’ve been busy little bees today!! Lots of errands checked off our list!!
This has gotten pretty long. Not by my fault, but by Luke’s. So..we went to Costco, Wawa, Giant and home. Then we went out a bit later to see how long it takes to get the place where Jenn has an interview on Monday.
Now, I’m watching Survivor and heading to bed!!
xxoo
Okay, so it wasn’t on my front step, but the sticky note was, even though Fed-Up, I mean Fed-Ex was supposed to leave it there (since I knew I would be home right about when they would deliver as I always pass them in the parking lot) Talk about fueling my anger. But we got it, and all is well. Enough of that rant, onto my goodies.
Ta-Da!!
Let me break it all down for you
1-Progesterone Suppositories. Yes, suppositories. As in they get inserted INTO my vagina 3 TIMES A DAY. (Sorry you had to read that Dad.)
2-My very own sharps container, actual sharps (I know, they aren’t really called sharps) and alcohol pads (guess they didn’t know I’ve been “borrowing” them from the Dr’s office)
3-Ovidrel-To help evict the follicles once they have turned 18 and are legal (or when they’ve hit 20mm and are mature, however you want to look at it.)
4-Follistim-To tell my ovaries to start making the follicles!! (I should have done this all in a better order, too late now, I’m too lazy to go back and fix it)
5-Lupron-to tell the ovaries that they are no longer in control, but Michelle is.
They are now nice and comfy in my fridge. If you have been reading this blog for awhile, you will know that Jenn likes a nice organized fridge. Having to give up about a quarter of the fridge to these drugs was a bit stressful for her. Please take note that Jenn arranged it so that the majority of what you see is healthy. Trust me, we aren’t.
Okay, so it wasn’t on my front step, but the sticky note was, even though Fed-Up, I mean Fed-Ex was supposed to leave it there (since I knew I would be home right about when they would deliver as I always pass them in the parking lot) Talk about fueling my anger. But we got it, and all is well. Enough of that rant, onto my goodies.
Ta-Da!!
Let me break it all down for you
1-Progesterone Suppositories. Yes, suppositories. As in they get inserted INTO my vagina 3 TIMES A DAY. (Sorry you had to read that Dad.)
2-My very own sharps container, actual sharps (I know, they aren’t really called sharps) and alcohol pads (guess they didn’t know I’ve been “borrowing” them from the Dr’s office)
3-Ovidrel-To help evict the follicles once they have turned 18 and are legal (or when they’ve hit 20mm and are mature, however you want to look at it.)
4-Follistim-To tell my ovaries to start making the follicles!! (I should have done this all in a better order, too late now, I’m too lazy to go back and fix it)
5-Lupron-to tell the ovaries that they are no longer in control, but Michelle is.
They are now nice and comfy in my fridge. If you have been reading this blog for awhile, you will know that Jenn likes a nice organized fridge. Having to give up about a quarter of the fridge to these drugs was a bit stressful for her. Please take note that Jenn arranged it so that the majority of what you see is healthy. Trust me, we aren’t.
Thinking Miracles 