Waking to a miracle July 29, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

I woke up this morning listening to the radio as I always do, when the news started talking about a politician that had been in the news lately because of her pregnancy.

 

The news here for Jaime Herrera-Beutler and husbands new little girl.

 

Why does this excite me so much since I don’t know these people at all?

 

Without getting too preachy, because no one wants to hear it, I’ll just make a big “hoorah” for the docs who didn’t give up and did what doctors are supposed to do – save even the smallest life, with even very little hope.  For the babies who do, and don’t make it.  And the parents who have the courage to fight on, and to know when it’s time to say loving good-bye.

 

Sure – they could have terminated the baby, why not, they can always make more right?  But in pursuing this ally of treatment which is still experimental and may not always work and yes, probably is not very cost-effective now, someday may become routine, lowering the cost and saving many, many more lives.  After all, pace-makers were at one time experimental and astronomical in price, but we pushed forward to keep working on them instead of just throwing up our collective hands saying “Let them die, they’re not worth the cost.”

Yeah, I know a lot of this still costs the same as a house…. but how much would you pay for your spouse, your child, your mother or father….. for yourself?  Two, three, four houses worth?  Are you or someone you know here by some technology that at one time was said not to be worth the cost, but is now common?  And by trying something new, by pushing the technology envelope, how many more people will be saved because of a handful of people who are willing to take the risk – emotionally, physically and financially?

 

Yes, there comes a moment when it’s time to let our loved ones go; they’re tired, they’re ready; it’s not about cost – it’s about the body becoming more machine, than soul.  The people who do this amaze me at their strength after fighting so long.  That strength is its own miracle.

 

But now…. now is not that time!

 

So baby Abigail, and all you other mini-miracles.  Fight on!  You’re not just fighting for your life – you’re fighting for those who come after you.  For the doctors and nurses who don’t give up on you.  For the parents who love and pray for you through tears of heartache and joy.  And to show those who say “Their life isn’t worth it, start over.”  That ALL life should be given a fighting chance!

 

 

 

 

Someday – these tiny little feet, may be making more miracles of their own.

All boxed in July 16, 2013

 

 

 

 

Hold on…. let me move this box over so I can see you better.

 

Well, it’s official – my dentist man is a civilian doc now, except for his one weekend a month and two weeks a year for reserve duty.  He’ll actually be losing money to do his reserve time, but between the better health insurance rate and his sense of duty, we figured it was still the better choice, even though the massive budget cuts make it less than a desirable choice for practitioners.  So he’ll be heading off this week to start at the new practice.

 

We do get one last move from the military and while we’re still trying to get through the loan process (USAA is very difficult to get a loan with), we still have to leave this house at a certain point.  So the packers came, packed, boxed, bundled and left.  And so went 99.9% of our possessions. 

 

 

 

 

For two weeks we’ll be sitting here…… 

 

 

 

 

We’re so bored.

 

Every 1-4 years (or about’s there), a military family packs up their entire life, leaves friends, sometimes family (as we will this move) and heads to their next place.  Some of you may have moved before…. picture that every few years.  Picking what’s worth moving again and what should be pitched or given away.  Some moves, like our last one where we were only there for 9 months, you have to decide if it’s even worth unpacking.  It wasn’t.  (Oh the craziness of watching packers unpack and repack boxes that were never opened!)

 

 

 

 

For the life of me I can’t figure out why it’s more tiring to have movers than to just do it myself (which I’ve done before)?  I stand and watch, answer questions, point and assist in various ways and that’s it… and by the end of the day I feel like I ran a marathon?  Every “mover” move it’s the same?

 

The first-born has flown the coup and is now out on his own, with the confidence that we’re only a few hours away, bank accounts are still connected for emergencies and more than a handful of loving friends offering free food and a room if needed.  Had we known we’d see him more these last two weeks than we saw him all of last year, we would have moved him out sooner!  And in spite of differing comments from various people to the fact that we’re “kicking him out”, “ditching him”, or “abandoning him”, there was no such action and the lad is 18 – seriously people – let me cut the apron strings!  I homeschooled and was told I was a “helicopter parent”; let him out of the house at 18 and we’re uncaring parents – go figure.  None-the-less, we’re all happy with the situation, including his brothers who had a small farewell ceremony and a good argument over who got his spots.

 

New renters in “that house” to top it all off!  This in spite of the various odd inspection requests from differing agencies!  How did we all survive in that house with deck spindles 1/2″ too far apart – I know how dangerous 3 inches can be!  I have a great feeling about these renters though – which is a good feeling to have.

 

And although I discovered that I accidentally let my current knitting project get packed, I did manage to save a few other skeins to hopefully keep me from getting stir crazy between paint touch-ups, hole filling and wall scrubbing (6 months post dogs and I’m still finding “slingers”).

 

So while I sit here and watch “Spongebob” for the 100th time since all we have left is internet and teach the boys how to cook Top Ramen old school style – on the stove, using our “moving pan”, I’ll do my best to enjoy the beautiful weather we’re having before we head off in two weeks to the house we still don’t have… to open up all the boxes that just left us.