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Sunday, July 27, 2014

The Colic Chronicles: A glimpse into a few of the most challengingmonths as a parent

There are a few reasons why I am writing this post. One: to vent. Venting is healthy and therapeutic sometimes. I am in no way trying to gain sympathy. I am simply sharing our world as we have known it for the past few months and it has been hard. Two: because I hope that at some point, it helps some other desperate mom out there survive a similar time of exhaustion and for them to feel normal. Three: to educate. Many people have no clue what colic is, what it's about or how miserable it can be for the people who are going through it. Maybe it will serve to enlighten and spark empathy for those who may be experiencing the same thing. 

So, on to our story. Cade was born 3 weeks early. I should've known then that he would be an impatient little guy!! He just couldn't wait to experience the world. This pregnancy, labor, and delivery were nothing like what I experienced with Kylar.  It was a breeze. Naturally, I assumed the newborn phase would follow suit. The first 4 days were rough. When Cade was born, the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck and he had difficulty breathing so they admitted him to the NICU. There, he was placed on CPAP (he was taken off in less than 24 hours praise The Lord!) and was started on IV antibiotics. He had a significant amount of fluid in his lungs but it thankfully cleared after 18 hours of CPAP. He still remained in the NICU due to jaundice and was on the bili blanket for a few days. Those 4 days were so foreign to me. Imagine spending every day feeling your child grow, kick and hiccup in your womb and in a matter of minutes he is whisked away upstairs with various tubes in place. I felt torn. I had a toddler at home who thought my permanent residence was now at the hospital and I had a newborn who I desperately wanted to hold and bond with and to let him know that he wasn't just a patient, he belonged to someone. Thankfully, I was able to spend a lot of time in the NICU holding and nursing him and we began to establish an immediate bond. Once we brought him home, everything went swimmingly. He was such a docile baby and was so easy to care for. I even told my best friend "I could totally do this again and have a few more babies!". Then, like clockwork, at two weeks old, I began noticing the signs of colic. Within a matter of a few days, he began screaming *not crying or fussing* with his face beat red and his little fists balled up for 3 hours from 7pm to 10 pm. I remember the first night he spent crying for 3 hours straight. After my husband finally got him to go to sleep, I began sobbing at the realization that we have *another* colicky baby. Our first born, Kylar, had colic starting at 4 weeks old and lasted 4-5 months. Being a desperate and exhausted first time mom, I quickly switched to formula at 5 weeks old thinking it was something in my diet that was hurting her tummy. We noticed slight improvement but for the most part, she too had crying spells that lasted from 7p-10p. We were so happy when our colic days were behind us (or so we thought) and she became a very happy, well rounded, baby and toddler. 


Cade, on the other hand begun crying *all day long* {no exaggeration} at the predicted peak of colic around 6 weeks old. He went from high maintenance baby to seemingly impossible baby as he required that he be held during all of his waking hours, otherwise he would scream as if something very serious was wrong. I thought Kylar's colic was bad.. I would take her version of crying during the predictable times of 7p-10p over Cade's all day long screaming marathons any day!!  This caused me so much distress as I was the one home alone with him all day.  I would {and still do} spend the days praying he would go back to sleep, and once he finally went to sleep, I didn't dare do anything that would cause the slightest noise so as to wake the screaming beast up again!! I became a prisoner to my house because for one thing, Cade hates his car seat and will scream the ENTIRE 20 minute drive to the store, and most days I didn't have the energy to endure an unpredictable screaming fit in public under the judgmental eyes of those who can't tolerate a screaming child. {seriously, where is the sympathy these days?!} I will say that sometimes, out of desperation for fresh air, I would strap Cade into his baby carrier and take him to the store and he would do surprisingly well for the first hour or so, which gave me hope! But his good days were few and far between, and sadly, the closest family we have is my parents who are two hours away. Thankfully, my mom has been able to come down frequently to give me breaks to preserve my sanity. Seriously could not have survived without those periodic breaks and to just be around someone who could hold a conversation and to laugh off all of the frustration. If you are a mommy with a toddler and a colicky newborn or just a colicky baby in general, get help!!! Seriously!! It is hard enough with a toddler and a happy newborn.. Add in countless hours of screaming newborn while trying to tend to a toddler and not have them feeling left out and that is enough to push you to your limits.  And if you know someone with a colicky baby or is having a difficult time with a newborn, offer to help!! I am so very thankful for our wonderful friends who have been there to listen to me vent {as annoying as it may be}, provide warm meals for us, and give helpful, practical advice along with a "hang in there, you are doing an excellent job!!". Those friends have made this difficult time much more bearable and I can't thank them enough or explain to them how much their love and thoughtfulness was needed and appreciated! 

So... what is colic anyway?? Colic is officially diagnosed after 3 hours of inconsolable crying, at least 3 days out of the week for at least 3 weeks.  But, any of my fellow parents of colicky babies would probably agree that you don't have to suffer through at least 3 weeks of a screaming baby  to know they have colic!! It typically presents at 2 weeks of age, the worst of it is around 6-8 weeks and it usually resolves around 3-4 months old. Now, 3-4 months may seem like a cake walk to those parents fortunate with happy, smiling all of the time babies.. But to those of us who are suffering, it feels like an eternity that is potentially unsurvivable!  I know many of you are thinking "how hard is it to calm down a crying baby?! After-all, all they do is sleep!" Well, it turns out that colicky babies are EXTREMELY hard to console. Their tempers are volatile and they can scream at the drop of a hat for no particular reason.  I don't think people understand how bad the screaming is in a colicky baby.. This kind of screaming could break glass and it pierces your bones.  Did you know that they actually train navy SEALs to endure and tolerate torture by sleep depriving them and then blasting CDs of screaming colicky babies {which, by the way, their screams can reach 100 decibels.. And to give you some perspective, a lawnmower can reach 70 decibels} at them for hours?! So yeah.. To all of you mommies to colicky babies, congratulations!! We are basically the equivalent of a Navy SEAL! ;)  As a mother, these screams are even more debilitating because your maternal instincts kick in immediately once you hear your baby scream. But, what is also frustrating about colic is that often times there is nothing tangibly wrong to fix. 

So, what causes colic anyways?! Many years of research has gone into the cause of colic and there are many different theories of its cause: gas, reflux, food allergies, some ancient folks even thought it was the curse of "the evil eye". But, none of these theories can fully account for why colic happens or how to cure it. {although the evil eye theory is somewhat convincing during one of my sons scream fests!! ;) }.  Perhaps, the most sound theory of colic in my opinion is one that is postulated by Dr. Harvey Karp in his book "The Happiest Baby on the Block". If you haven't read it yet and you have a colicky child, get it ASAP!! It has helped tremendously for us in understanding why my son screams for so long and how to calm him down. Don't get me wrong, there is no magic fix to colic, only ways to deal with it and to make things go smoother for you and your baby. I won't bore you with the details of the book and his theory but I will just simply say that once babies are born, they instantaneously go from an environment that provides warmth, loud sounds that lull babies to sleep and a feeling of being cuddled 24/7 to an environment where there is hardly no continuous noise, they are only cuddled about 6 hours per day and now they have to cope with all of these new sensations: hunger, gas pains, cold, bright lights etc. Some babies are just "chill", they can cope easily without being bothered by all of these new things. While others, like my son and daughter, are a little more hypersensitive to these new sensations. And therein lies the cause of the blood curdling screams when they have gas rumbling around in their tummies. All babies are gassy and pass gas.. Some can just handle the gas pains better than others and aren't as hypersensitive to their tummy rumblings. There is a very brief glimpse into the theory.. There is much more compelling evidence and reasoning in his book. So far, his theory is the only one that has made the most sense to me out of all of my research and after experiencing two colicky babies first hand. So, if you are as desperate for answers as I was, I highly recommend reading the book!! This book was not only wonderful in explaining newborn development in relation to their new environment but also has excellent tips on soothing even the most impossible baby. I know what you're thinking.. Seriously?! Who has time to read a book with a newborn?! Well thankfully there is a DVD version of the book for all of the sleep deprived, can't hold my eyelids open for one more second, mommies out there!!

Like many moms, I have attempted to find a magic cure for colic. And as a true sign of my desperation, I tried literally everything. Gas drops, check. Colic calm, done. Probiotic drops, yep. Chiropractor, been there. Reflux med, twice a day. And of course, the diet overhaul... No more dairy for mommy!! {could they please make a more tasty non-dairy coffee creamer?! That would make this whole no dairy thing go much smoother} As if I didn't already have enough things to do, now I have to come up with creative food ideas sans dairy and research every piece of food that I intend to eat to make sure there is none of that dreadful ingredient: milk. Out of all of those things, the one that seemed most helpful was the probiotic drops by Gerber.  I saw an improvement in his gas pains in 3-4 days. {several studies have shown that probiotics with lactobacillus reuteri can cut down crying up to 50% when compared to placebo or simethicone} Also, as much as I hate to say, eliminating dairy has helped too {dangit!! Can a girl just get a bowl of ice cream for once?!}. I have tested the no dairy hypothesis a few times and boy did I pay the next day for sneaking some dairy in! Attempt #1 = eating pepperoni pizza with lots of cheese. The next day his eczema was horrible and he was terribly gassy. Attempt #2 = eating a few pieces of milk chocolate. The next day was horrible. Random blood curdling screams followed by gas that had such a strong stench they singed nose hairs! Yeah.. We won't be testing the dairy theory for a while... Finally, someone recommended I read the book "the happiest baby on the block" by Dr. Karp. Seriously, I wish I would have known about this book with Kylar and before we had suffered through colic for 6 weeks with Cade. I think I would probably have a lot less grey hairs and a lot more sanity still remaining if I would have read this book sooner!!  And finally, we discovered a swaddling blanket that Cade {aka super ninja} couldn't bust his arms out of!! Meet our best friend, the miracle blanket {or as mommy likes to call it, the baby straight jacket!}. 



He is now 9 weeks old and things have improved significantly. We aren't officially "over" colic yet but I do think he is starting to grow out of it. He has downgraded from a baby who screams all day to a baby who is fussy the majority of the day with occasional screaming fits and who generally detests sleeping.. {seriously, these bags and dark circles under my eyes don't lie.}  Sadly, he still wakes up every 2 hours at night.. Sometimes I think he is hungry and sometimes I think it is because he realizes he isn't being held. So, we hang out in the rocker until he or I, or both fall back asleep. He still hates his car seat but I have discovered that if I play the ambient noises by the Johnson & Johnson bedtime app and jiggle his car seat repetitively while holding his paci in his mouth, then he will stay calm! {because that isn't dangerous at all...} He still is a crappy bottle drinker.. And after trying 6 different bottles, we have finally settled on the ugliest bottle invented.. The MAM bottle.. Yeah.. My baby doesn't go for trendy new bottles of the year! But at least he will actually eat at daycare now!! He still won't smile directly at me.. He just cracks the occasional half-smile at the ceiling fan {but I'm not bitter..}. He also has what I like to call "the turtle smile".  



Yeah.. It's probably not a real smile but it gets me excited!! He is starting to coo a lot now.. Sometimes I think it's in frustration but I will take it! :) he is starting to tolerate things that he previously would not, like the bouncer or the mamaroo albeit only for 10-15 minutes but it is huge improvement!! It is just enough time for me to brush my teeth or throw in a load of laundry! I admit, I'm extremely jealous of all of my friends who have "easy" babies who smile and coo all of the time since they were 5 weeks old.. I feel a little robbed of the "honeymoon" newborn phase but to be honest I think that once we finally get past this phase, I will be more appreciative of my happy baby and we will have a stronger than ever bond because of where we came from!  I want to be able to look back on this post when my little one is a happy and thriving toddler to be proud and to remember: we survived. 

So, in summary, that has been our life for the past 9 weeks.  We are in survival mode running on very little sleep and lots if caffeine! Oh and in case you are wondering about housework, it is pretty much non existent.. Along with cooking. I'm doing good to get a load of laundry in the washer and remove it promptly to put it in the dryer. And to be quite honest, the majority of the time, the laundry in the washer is forgotten until later that night {or sometimes 3 days later} in which I am running the washer again to get the mildew smell out!! ;) So, to all of you new mommies, mommies of multiple babies, and mommies to babies with colic,  sometimes you just have to laugh at the chaos and don't stress about household chores.. They will get done eventually! You aren't alone in this always crazy, most times fun, definitely rewarding, adventure we call motherhood!! 





Thursday, August 8, 2013

Be an Encourager!


I am naturally an introverted person. I remember when I was about 5 years old, I used to cling to my moms leg and not talk to anyone who tried to approach me and ask me a question.  Obviously, over the years I have learned to be more extroverted but there is still a hint of a small shy and unsure little girl in there somewhere! ;) Probably one of the things I fear most is being rejected or not having someone's approval.  The Lord has really been working on this issue in me lately.  I don't know about you, but there have been many times when I have felt like complimenting someone on their outfit but I'm afraid they would respond negatively {it's silly I know! Who doesn't like compliments?!}.  There have also been times where a verse pops into my head while I am having a conversation with someone about a tough time in their life and I am too afraid to share it with them for fear that their opinion of me will be negatively affected.  Have you ever felt that way?  As I am learning to dismiss the importance of others opinions, The Lord has revealed to me that the most important time to disregard how others may view you is when you have the opportunity to encourage someone or spread the gospel.   We encounter numerous people each day, not knowing their stories.  Some of them may be going through divorces, others may be dealing with financial issues and some people may just simply need a word of encouragement. I believe that positive and uplifting words have such a powerful impact on people, whether or not they are a stranger or your best friend. I encourage you to speak up! Don't be silent! You may never know how much you can impact someone's life with a simple word of encouragement, but regardless of whether or not I am aware of my impact, I want to do everything I can to uplift others.   God put us here on this earth to love and help one another and sometimes this world can be so distracting that the only things we think of at times are owning the newest Louis Vuitton handbag or getting a promotion at our job so we can buy more pretty things that the world tells us we need.  But, at the end of the day, all of those worldly possessions can not make you feel like you have fulfilled a purpose or calling on your life.  We are all human and get distracted by those things.  But, it is so important that we pay attention to others and their situations. So, next time you have that small voice that tells you to speak encouraging words to someone, don't ignore it!  Never underestimate the power of words! 

"Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen." (Ephesians 4:29 NIV)

"The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit." (Proverbs 18:21 NIV)

"Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” (Matthew 28:19, 20 NIV)

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Unfruitful Branches

Have you ever wondered sometimes why some things don't work out as you had intended?  Lately, I have been pondering the purpose of all of the little set backs in life.  One day, I was thinking of some recent seemingly "set-backs" and asked myself "am I doing something wrong to cause all of these issues?"   And then the Lord spoke to me and said "No, I am weeding out all of the bad vines that don't produce fruit in your life."  That was so comforting to me.  I don't know about everyone else, but when I work really hard on something and it does not turn out the way I intended, I am very critical on myself and try to analyze {and analyze.. And analyze some more for good measure :) } everything and look for what went wrong.  I think it is good to be aware of your actions and their effects, but I think that in some situations, The Lord is ridding your life of something that you may be spending unnecessary time or energy on.  Looking back on those "set-backs" I am very glad they did not turn out the way I had planned, otherwise I would be wasting my time on something that wouldn't bear any fruit in my life or the lives of other people I encounter.  So, whether your "set-back" is a quarrel with an acquaintance, a job opportunity that just doesn't work out or even something as simple as the department store is sold out of that pair of shoes you just HAVE to have!!, instead of getting upset and frustrated, take a step back and ask yourself, "Is this bearing fruit in my life? Is this making me a better person or am I wasting time and energy on something when I could be using this time to do something that does bear fruit for others ?" 

Here is a verse to remember:

"He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful."  (John 15:2 NIV)

Saturday, May 18, 2013

More than conquerors

Lately, I have been thinking there seems to be one trial and tribulation after another which often gets very exhausting and can bog my spirit down.  Sometimes it is hard to not get discouraged and wonder what God's purpose is for that particular trial in my life.  First of all, I think these hard times are in some ways a gift because it shows us that He cares and is continually molding us in His image.  For example, if my daughter gets near the stove top and attempts to touch it, I am going to tell her not to do it.  If she decides to be contrary and do it anyways (which unfortunately, happens a lot) then I will physically remove her from that dangerous situation.  I think this is the same thing that God does with us.  A lot of times, he tries to send us messages through the holy spirit (much like my verbal warning to my daughter) but the majority of the time, we don't listen.  So, sometimes he intervenes because he knows what is best for us. And, we learn a lot about ourselves, our relationship with God and our faith along the way.

Secondly, I think that although the Lord uses trials to better us and protect us, Satan tries to use them to make us weary.  However, I take comfort in the fact that I don't have to rely on myself or my own means to take care of my situation.  The bible says "yet amid all these things we are more than conquerors  and  gain a surpassing victory through Him Who loved us." (Romans 8:37 AMP)  We are more than conquerors!! That means that no matter what situation I may be facing, I know that I am victorious in Christ Jesus who gives me strength!  All of my debts will be paid, my sins forgiven and my family provided for! That is why I refuse to worry or fret what tomorrow may bring because I hold steadfast to the truth that I serve a mighty God who loves me deeply and already knows my path for the future.  I choose to not give Satan the victory over my situation by causing me anguish and frustration. Daniel 7:25 says "and he shall wear out the saints of the most high".  This is why I am realizing it is ever important to remain strong and faithful in Him and to not be clouded by a haze of worldly fears and anxiety.  Life is much more peaceful with a God-centered heart!

Friday, April 5, 2013

one year

This past weekend was the official one year anniversary of Raynor being released from playing baseball.. and while those few weeks were some of the most difficult weeks of our lives, I find myself in amazement at how the Lord's plans are so much greater than our own.  This time last year, if I were only able to fast forward a year to see all of the good things that were to come, the transition into a "normal life" {i.e. one that does not revolve around baseball schedules and one where your spouse is home year round} would be much easier.  But, as they say.. hindsight is 20/20.  Or perhaps, maybe it isn't a matter of hindsight.. maybe it is a matter of having full faith that the Lord opens doors that need to be opened and closes doors when they are ready to be closed.  Although, if you would have asked us a year ago, our plans were that Raynor would continue to play ball and we would move to Arizona in the off season after I finished PA school.  We were so enveloped in these plans that we never really stopped to ask ourselves: are we looking to the Lord for confirmation of these plans, or are we blinded by our own worldly desires?

The season before Raynor's release was filled with much hardship and frustration.  I was alone in Texas while pregnant and finishing PA school, and Raynor suffered from multiple injuries.  Looking back on that time, I often wonder if we missed those subtle hints that maybe baseball wasn't the path that the Lord had for Raynor anymore.  Last January, Raynor had to leave early to rehab his most recent injury before Spring Training began.  It was the most difficult goodbye our family has had to make as Kylar was only 5 months old and we knew Raynor would be gone for the rest of the season until September {missing Kylar's 1st birthday}.  While Raynor was gone, I took care of Kylar and everything at the house, as well as worked to finish up PA school.  I can honestly say, this was a huge time of growth for me as I was alone in Waco, taking care of an infant while juggling school and all other responsibilities.  And then, I got the unexpected phone call from Raynor saying "I'm coming home".  At that moment, it felt as if I were drowning in a flood of emotions and stress.. I thought "why would God bring us so far only to take it all away?"  I don't know if I will ever know the answer to that question, but I do know that even through that difficult time of uncertainty, all of our needs were met and we grew closer as a family while maturing in our walks with Christ.

Over the past year, a lot has changed.  Kylar has developed in so many ways:  learning to crawl, swimming in the pool for the first time, learning to throw and kick a ball, taking her first steps, feeding herself, learning over 30 new words, developing phrases, and so much more.  She is such a joy and I cannot imagine her daddy not being there for this past year of her life.  In a way, saying goodbye to baseball was much easier this way because if Raynor continued to play ball for a few more years, he would have missed out on much of Kylar's life.  Raynor has found a job that he enjoys as the field manager for the Baylor baseball field and he also gives lessons and runs baseball camps for the future Ian Kinsler's and Clayton Kershaw's ;) and I have graduated from PA school and started my first big girl job! :) In retrospect, it is always easier to analyze our response to difficult situations because we already know the outcome, but during {what seems like} a crisis, I have learned that it is best to take a step back and ask for clarity and peace because today's crisis may lead to tomorrow's blessing in disguise. 

 








Kylar walking through our very first house to call home!
White Coat Ceremony
Kylar's 1st birthday party!








Monday, May 14, 2012

Life after baseball: A Time of Transition

The transition. Every ball player has to make it at some point in their life.  There will come the day in their baseball career when: no one is coming to recruit you for college, the final round of the draft has passed and your name has not been called, that one injury that just won't heal so you can return to the field, the coach calls you into his office and says "we have to let you go", or when you decide that your last baseball game has been played and it is time for you to become a "normal" citizen and return home to your family.  On "that day" I am sure it seems like the player's career ended just as soon as it began and there are a flood of emotions: relief, happiness, anger, sadness, frustration and the excitement of potential opportunities. 

"That day" happened for us about a month ago.  Raynor went to Arizona in January to rehab a wrist injury and had been working very hard to get ready for the season.  Once Spring Training began, he was doing very well in group 2 (the double A team).  His last game of spring training, he almost hit for the cycle with a home run, double and single and made a few really good plays in the field.  We weren't sure where he was going to go for the season until "that day".  I remember getting a call from him Saturday at 10am and I asked him what he was up to and he said "I'm in my hotel room".   As soon as I heard him say that I knew something was not right because once the guys leave for the field at 7:00am, they stay there until their game is finished around 4:00.  And then he told me that he had a flight home the next day and that his baseball career was over.  I was shocked.  Everyone that we told was shocked as well.  In fact, since April 1st was the next day, they had a hard time believing it thinking it was a bad april fool's joke.  They had basically told him that since he will be 25 in the summer and he wasn't as experienced in the minor leagues as some of the older guys that they had to let him go.  It is a little shocking that 25 is considered old right?! Not in baseball.  Especially when compared to some of the guys who signed right out of high school and have been playing in the minors since they were 18 years old.  Everything seemed completely unfair.  Raynor has always been an extremely dedicated and very talented player.  Because of this, all of his teammates and coaches respected him very much.  It was so tempting to get angry at the people in charge of this decision, especially when Raynor did not deserve to be treated this way.  However, we ultimately knew that God had a bigger and better plan for us and even though this seemed like a turn for the worst, it actually could be a blessing in disguise. 

Our whole world had completely changed. Life as we knew it would no longer be the same. The hectic schedules, the games, the traveling, the unpredicability, the excitement, the stress, the injuries and everything else that went along with it, completely gone. It took us a long time to cope with the fact that we would no longer be traveling around the country to pursue Raynor's dream.  You would think that I would be extremely relieved.  Now that my husband is home I have someone to help take care of Kylar and everything else while I finish PA school.  But I was very upset and sad for Raynor.  The thing that Raynor dreamt of doing ever since he was a child was suddenly taken away from him. What added insult to injury was that Raynor did not deserve to lose his chance at baseball.  He had worked harder and outperformed some of the others whose chance at baseball was not taken away.  Despite all of the different ways to analyze the situation, we took comfort in the fact that we could rely on such a great God who would provide for us and console us in this very difficult time.  

The only thing we could do (and still do) was trust that God would take care of us and provide Raynor with job opportunities when he got back home.  After Raynor got home, it was so great to know that I would never have to count down the days until I saw him again.  Nor would I have to give him updates everyday on the new things Kylar had learned to do.  He was home and although we were transitioning, life was so good.  The moment Kylar saw her daddy, she was all smiles!  There is no one in the world that she loves more than her daddy!  Our little family was reunited again and it took away the sting from everything that had happened in the past few days. 

Once people in the area found out Raynor was back home, numerous job opportunities popped up everywhere.  It was amazing to see how the Lord provides abundantly for those who remain faithful to His word. At one point, Raynor had so many jobs lined up that he had to turn away offers to work!  We are so thankful that God has blessed us by putting people in our lives that were able to help us through this time of transition.  Our journey is far from over and we know there will be many bumps and hiccups along the way but we rejoice in them all and will praise Him through any storm we may encounter because the reward in Heaven is so much greater than any earthly desire!

Thanks for reading our story!

Here are a few key Bible verses that got me through this tough time:

"Instead of your shame, you will receive a double portion, and instead of disgrace you will rejoice in your inheritance.  And so you will inherit a double portion in your land,  and everlasting joy will be yours." (Isaiah 61:7 NIV)

"Come to the water you who thirst and you will thirst no more." (Isaiah 55:1)

Friday, March 30, 2012

Organized Insanity: The life of a baseball wife

Oh wow, what a whirlwind our lives have been over the past few months! Where should I begin? I guess I will start with the marathon of events over the past 6+ weeks.  But first, I will show you a pic of Kylar and Raynor at Spring Training! So cute!



In February, Kylar and I returned home from my parents house (I was in Dallas for my OBGYN rotation) and I embarked upon the first few months of being an "unofficial" single mom.  It was not easy taking care of Kylar by myself while I began one of the most difficult rotations of PA school (Raynor is in AZ for rehab + spring training.. thus my "unofficial single mom" status). A week later, Kylar had an ear infection and I had the flu (stupid flu shot didn't help me at all!!).  Then Kylar and I were able to fly out to Arizona to see Raynor during Spring Training! It was a much needed break from all the chaos at home (btw, my house looks like a tornado swept through it at any given day.. I am accepting applications for free cleaning services from any of my lovely friends who are willing to attempt to salvage my house!).  When we got back, my computer decided to crash the week before grand rounds.  Coincidentally, I had just finished my Master's Thesis outline the night before and I had NOT saved it to my flash drive yet.  >Enter: the crazy/panicked PA student here<  Believe me, no amount of Valium or Xanax could have calmed me down that particular moment!  However, I attempted to reboot my computer one more time and it must have been my lucky day because my computer sputtered back to life! I was able to save all of my pertinent documents to my flash drive before it crashed again for the last time (I think that was more of God's grace than luck!).  Even though I was able to save my documents, I was without my computer which made it very difficult to study for my test, but I managed (what did they do in the olden days before there were computers?!) The next week, Raynor was sick all week in Arizona without me there to take care of him :(, and I had to take one of the most difficult tests of PA school.  When I returned from grand rounds, Kylar was starting to wheeze a lot (she had been very congested for a few weeks).  I hate seeing her sick :( But she did perk up a bit when she got to go with mommy and a friend to get a pedicure! She loved it! (and the pedicure ladies loved her.. I had to pry her from them when we left!).  I took her to her pediatrician this week and she is now on a long list of meds (kinda reminds me of my geriatric patients' med rec lists!) for an ear infection, allergies and bronchitis -- I think she is allergic to every type of plant in central Texas.

Oh, and I almost forgot to share Raynor's newest acquired injury: a broken tooth.  No joke!  He text me in January (he was in AZ then rehabbing a different injury) and said "I broke my tooth." And that was it.. such a simple text message for something that could use a lot more of an explanation! Turns out, he was fielding ground balls and decided it would be fun to catch one in the mouth.  4 hours and several shots of Novocaine later, my husband was toothless! He sent me a picture of his toothless grin and I could not believe it!  I think my words were "wow! Kylar really looks exactly like you now - you both don't have any teeth!!"  Unbeknownst to me, the prosthesis for teeth actually take 3-6 months to make so my husband would remain toothless for a while longer than I really cared for.  In the meantime, they gave him a "flipper" (no, not the dolphin -- it is an interesting looking device with a fake tooth attached to it..) When I was in AZ visiting, he loved to pop it in and out of his mouth! Drove me nuts!!!  Luckily, the dentist was able to expedite the process so Raynor was able to get his permanent tooth yesterday!

It looks exactly like his old tooth! -- wait, that sounds a little strange..

So, that has been my life in a nutshell for the past few weeks.  It is crazy, hectic, chaotic, wonderful and everything in between.  I wouldn't change it for anything. 

I hope you have enjoyed my little rant.. hopefully my next post will include an update on where Raynor will be going for the season!  Until then, here are some pics of the past few weeks!

Kylar watching daddy during a Spring Training intersquad

Kylar turned 6 months!
Kylar getting ready for her pedicure ;)
Kylar and her cousins in the bluebonnets!
Kylar and Lady

Can't believe my sweet baby girl is 7 months old!

Saturday, January 7, 2012

The worst day of the year: Saying goodbye for the season

As I watch my husband say goodbye to our baby girl, squeezing her so tight that she wiggles around uncomfortably, my heart breaks inside.  The day I dread the most out of every year has come sooner than expected for us.  Usually, this dreaded day falls on the first day of spring training; but this year, Raynor has to leave early to rehab a wrist injury until spring training begins. This past season, he injured his wrist and the trainers told him to take it easy during the off-season and maybe it would heal on its own.  Unfortunately, his wrist has not gotten better and the Giants flew him out to San Francisco a few days ago to have an MRI and see their hand and wrist surgeon.  They suspect it might be a TFCC tear which would require surgery, but the MRI can often times be elusive to injuries such as this one which means they would go in laproscopically to inspect the injury.  They gave him a cortisone shot in hopes that it will rehab well and not require surgery.  We knew that this year would without a doubt be the hardest year yet to say goodbye for the season.  When Raynor left for this season, he not only hugged and kissed his wife goodbye but he kissed his 5 month old baby girl and told her he loves her, knowing that when he comes back home, her 1st birthday will have already passed and she will be toddling around the house.  These are the things that most people dont think about when they wonder how fun and "glamorous" it would be to live the life of a baseball family.  I have had a lot of fun traveling around to different states and watching Raynor play and I would not trade our life for anything.  Although it is stressful and emotionally draining to live 1,000 miles away from my husband for 7 months out of the year, I could not be more proud of my husband for pursuing his dream and doing what the Lord has called him to do despite the many obstacles he faces.   As I remember all of the tough trials that the Lord has allowed me to persevere through, I am so thankful for them because not only have they given me strength, but my walk with the Lord has grown so much stronger.  I admit, I am not a perfect Christian.  I don't read the Bible as much as I should, I have my days when I throw myself a pitty party, I have a bad attitude about things sometimes, I say and do things I shouldn't, but the beauty in all of this is that our God is a loving and forgiving God and His grace is sufficient for all of our wrongdoings.  I feel so blessed that I have a God who will not leave me nor forsake me during whatever I may be going through.  This is why I still chuckle to myself every time someone asks me "How are you able to handle all of the stress and everything that has been going on?"  It amuses me because I, myself am not the one who gets me and my family through all of these difficult times, it is the Lord who renews my strength everyday and sustains me until the finish line is reached.  Therefore, even though I know that this baseball season will be the most difficult one yet, I am not nervous because I know the Lord will provide like He always has and always will.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Hanging out with the Campbell family in the off-season!

Minor league baseball and a baby are a fun but challenging combination. Throw in PA school to the mix and you have a recipe for unwanted premature grey hairs! This off-season has been so wonderful for our little family as we watch the little one grow. Although there is so much excitement surrounding the holidays, I can't help but dread the day when we have to say goodbye to Raynor for the season. But instead of focusing on the future, I would like to reminisce in all of the fun adventures of this off-season so far! Raynor and I have had a steep learning curve in baby 101! Kylar is our pride and joy but she is not always the easiest baby to take care of! However, I will admit that after we figured out how to manage her colic and reflux, she is a completely different baby! Babies these days really should come with their own personal instruction manuals.. But that is something I will take up with the Big Guy upstairs whenever I get there! :) I joke around sometimes saying that she is already a "diva" because she has to have things exactly the way she wants them (hmm I wonder who she gets that from?! ;) We have watched her grow from a 6 lb 7 oz brand new baby girl to a growing 13.2 lb 4 month old beauty! It has been so fun to watch her personality develop over these past few months. There are very few moments of the day when she isn't smiling or laughing at mommy and daddy or even strangers! (although she does let you know in a very loud way when she is tired and ready to be left alone!).  We have had so much going on during this off season including: traveling, celebrating our 1st wedding anniversary, Kylar's first Halloween, me going back to PA school and starting my first rotation, visitors coming to see us, Thanksgiving, my first Grand Rounds experience, Kylar's first Christmas and New year's!  2011 was a year of change, some of it was stressful, but most of it was absolutely wonderful! Here are some of the highlights of our off-season!


Aug. 19th, 2011 5:08 pm we welcomed out beautiful baby girl, Kylar Grace, into the world

Kylar's first trip ever to Jackson,TN where mommy grew up!

My best friend Nikki asked me to be her Matron of Honor!

Raynor and I celebrated our 1st wedding anniversary in Galveston, TX!


My first Halloween!

Kylar posing in front of the Christmas tree (before Santa came with all of the presents!)