Sunday, November 9, 2014

We Are Four

"Is this your first?"

The question caught me off-guard yet again. This time though, I wasn't used to answering it in front of an entire class, so I panicked and said the first thing that came to my mind:

"Uh, yes."

Then it hit me what my instructor had actually asked me and I realized I had lied.  So I immediately thought about back-tracking...

"Well, um..."

But somehow I couldn't bring myself to change my answer when all eyes were on me. 

So I said, "Well...yeah..." and nodded. 

It is BYU-Idaho's tradition to say a prayer before the beginning of every class, and it is my instructor's tradition to "interview" whoever is giving the prayer for that day. When it was my turn and he asked me that question, I had no idea he was going to ask that. Most people just assume if you are still in college and having (or have had) a baby that it's your first one. But looking back, how could I have possibly said stillborn in front of a whole class full of college students? Maybe someone in that classroom could have related to me. I guess I'll never know now that I stuck to my guns and awkwardly lied and said that Aidan is my first child.

I know that I'm going to get asked that question throughout the rest of my life. Whenever I get pregnant again, people will probably ask if Aidan is my oldest or if it is my second pregnancy. And I have realized that Aidan is going to get it his whole life too:

"Are you the oldest?"

And how is he going to answer that question? If he answers yes, it's a lie because Alma is my oldest child and Aidan's older brother - death can never change that fact. But then if he answers no and explains that his older brother died it just creates an awkward situation. It's tiring constantly having to answer that question and explain about Alma. It seems I have to fight to keep Alma in our family. 

In my online class we are studying different poets and their works. Usually poetry is hard for me to understand, and I have to admit that it's not my favorite thing to study. But I also have to admit that I have loved this class and last week I read a poem that really hit me hard. I was able to totally relate to the little girl's perspective, and I found her optimism and persistence powerful.

We Are Seven
By William Wordsworth

———A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?

I met a little cottage Girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.

She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad:
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
—Her beauty made me glad.

“Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
How many may you be?”
“How many? Seven in all,” she said,
And wondering looked at me.

“And where are they? I pray you tell.”
She answered, “Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea.

“Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And, in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother.”

“You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven! I pray you tell,
Sweet Maid, how this may be.”

Then did the little Maid reply,
“Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree.”

“You run about, my little Maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the church-yard laid,
Then ye are only five.”

“Their graves are green, they may be seen,”
The little Maid replied,
“Twelve steps or more from my mother’s door,
And they are side by side.

“My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit,
And sing a song to them.

“And often after sun-set, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.

“The first that dies was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.

“So in the church-yard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.

“And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side.”

“How many are you, then,” said I,
“If they two are in heaven?”
Quick was the little Maid’s reply,
“O Master! we are seven.”

“But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!”
’Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, “Nay, we are seven!” 

www.poetryfoundation.org 


As hard as it is sometimes, I am going to keep fighting to keep Alma alive in our family. How could a mother ever forget her child? I carried Alma inside of me for 9 months and was able to bond with him during that short amount of time. I have felt his spirit and his love, and I know that he is real. I really was pregnant with him, I really gave birth to him, and I really had to say goodbye and watch my firstborn child be buried in the ground. It was all real. It all happened. For now death separates us, but I know without a doubt that I will get to see my baby again someday. 

Until then I hope I can be like the little girl in the poem and proudly say that we are a family of four.

 I know that the next time someone asks me, I won't hesitate to say that Aidan is our first child we are raising here and his older brother is watching overhead in heaven - even if that means changing my answer in front of an entire classroom filled with college students.

“Joseph Smith taught the doctrine that the infant child that was laid away in death would come up in the resurrection as a child; and, pointing to the mother of a lifeless child, he said to her: ‘You will have the joy, the pleasure and satisfaction of nurturing this child, after its resurrection, until it reaches the full stature of its spirit.'"





Families Are Forever

Monday, November 3, 2014

A little over five weeks - Update

Our little Aidan is already a little over five weeks old. Time flies! I can't believe that exactly six weeks ago this coming Thursday Jayze and I were in the hospital awaiting his arrival. The nine months he was inside me already seems so long ago, and it's still surreal to me that I have been pregnant 18 months of my life and have two children-one here with me and one watching over us in heaven.

These past five weeks have gone by so fast, but so many things have happened! I want to remember little milestones and moments that I'll probably forget later on, so here's a little update on Aidan.

The first couple of days were great. We were able to take Aidan home from the hospital, which was the best ever. It was so nice to have a little baby with us. I didn't have to come home to an empty house.


A few days later were a little rough though. Aidan got jaundice and he was on the bili ribin blanket for four days. It was hard feeding him and carrying him around with the blanket on him 24/7. But even though it was hard to go to the hospital every day and have his foot pricked, I was grateful he didn't have to stay in the hospital until he got better. It was nice having the option of keeping him home. Modern technology is awesome. My mom called him my glowing baby! :)




We tried hard to get the whole nursing thing down, but the stress of everything going on in life caused a decrease in my milk supply. No matter what I did, I just couldn't get it up to par. At his first doctor's appointment Aidan lost a whole pound and only gained an ounce in a week. I prayed hard about it, and despite wanting to nurse so badly, I felt strongly to bottle feed him. Having another option has been a huge blessing. After being solely on formula, he gained a pound in one week! Way to go kiddo! :)


He takes a pacifier sometimes, mostly just when he is tired and needs something to suck on.

He has recently discovered his tongue. He sticks it out and rolls it around in his mouth. He'll stop and stare at me if I stick out my tongue at him and do the same motion. :)

The doctor told us to wait a month before bringing him out to public, crowded places. We kind of cheated and his first trip to the store was when he was 3 weeks old. We figured it was alright since he was asleep and covered in his car seat the whole time. I think it worked because he didn't get the sickness that's been going around.



He went through a growth spurt when he was only three weeks old. He would wake up starving after only 1-2 hours after eating and then eat only one ounce during one feeding and then 4-5 ounces during another feeding - that lasted about 3 days. So glad he is back to eating his typical 4 ounces every 3-4 hours!

He loves being swaddled. Sometimes when I can't get him to go to sleep, I realize that I haven't swaddled him yet and it does the trick.



He has rolled over once during tummy time but hasn't since. It shocked me when he did! He looked pleased with himself. Now every time we do tummy time, I have my phone close by so I can try to record it in case he does roll over again!


He is like his momma and loves being in the sun. 


And he LOVES moving around in his sleep. Observe:


Starting to escape

Worked himself free

When he was born he was 7 lbs. 13 oz. and 20 inches long. As of 10/30/14, he weighs 9.44 lbs and is 21 and 1/4 inches long. 

And in the past five weeks I:
  • have been peed on more times than I can count
  • am up at least 1-3 times a night
  • have cried at least once a day
  • have kissed Aidan's chubby cheeks about a billion times
  • have taken so many pictures
  • need a five-minute break but then miss him after five minutes
  • have sung out loud more often than I have in a long time
  • have taken hours to do one homework assignment that should have taken me an hour
  • have felt more love than I ever thought possible



I am smitten with this little man of mine, and I am so grateful he is here.