Caring for a preemie

Well, little baby C is here! She came home last night. All the girls, including our other foster baby, (baby L) were so excited to meet her! You should have seen baby L as she made a mad dash to her with this huge smile on her face, and tried to grab her before I was able to take her out of her car seat. The older girls were just amazed at how tiny and cute she is. They just wanted to touch her, and when they did, they couldn't believe how soft she was. Jeff is a bit apprehensive as he just looked at her and said she looks too fragile for him. Well, technically, she should be in her momma's tummy for another month. She weighs 5 lbs. She eats between 1/2 an ounce and 2 ounces at each feeding. Her muscles are not that strong yet, so getting enough to eat is difficult before she gets tired out, and falls asleep, then there's no waking her up. She sleeps all the time, and is only briefly awake during feeding times. Feeding her today was a challenge, as she is supposed to take in 2 ounces at each feeding, but there were times she would take no more than 1/2 an ounce, and even when she drinks what looks like a full ounce, she is loosing a lot of it out of the corners of her mouth. I tried a lot of different things today, and was finally able to get her to take close to 2 ounces tonight. If she has another difficult day tomorrow, I am planning on calling the NICU to ask them what they recommend.

Other than that, things are running smoothly! I took all 4 of them out once today, and it was a bit difficult, but we managed. I will just have to get used to it, if she remains with us long term! More soon!

Little baby C

I have spent the last two nights at the hospital in the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) during feeding times for little baby C. She is so cute, and so very tiny. She is doing well, and should be coming home tomorrow. If I was in the market for a new career, I know exactly what I would do-become an NICU nurse. Oh, how I have loved sitting there rocking and feeding this precious baby, with all the other teeny, tiny babies around me. The unit has been full, and it is so fun watching all the parents come in to see their babies. Tonight as I sat there feeding baby C, I looked around and saw the same isolette M was in when she was born 6 weeks premature over 8 years ago. What memories that brought back! I remember my first time being allowed to leave my room and go up to see her, I was weak, and being pushed in a wheelchair, and when I saw her for the first time, all 4 lbs. of her, I was in awe. It was truly the most magical moment of my life. I thanked God for the gift He had given me, and felt so undeserving of such a precious gift.

This baby is a precious gift as well. She is a tiny bundle of cuteness and she feels almost unreal in my arms. Since she is preterm, she is really only semi awake during feeding times and will remain that way over the next month. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined myself at this point in my life with a house full of FOUR little girls. I am speechless.

I hope to do an update tomorrow after I bring her home from the hospital, so check in for more details then!

Another BABY!

Yes...you read that right...we are taking another baby! I don't know how long, it could be very short term, or very long term. We got a call monday, and it wasn't confirmed until yesterday that they still wanted us to take this baby. What I know now is it's a girl...she's a preemie...still in the hospital...having some feeding issues. I will be going to the hospital on two occasions tonight to learn the technique to feed her, then we will bring her home tomorrow. The parents contested the hearing today, so there will be another hearing next week to determine if she will stay or go somewhere else. Foster care is quite a journey, and you never know what might happen! Please pray for this little one, it sounds like she is having a rough start. Stay tuned for more details!

M's new Blog!

M, my sweet 8 year old daughter, has been wanting to start her own blog for some time now. I finally got around to finishing it up for her based on her wishes and title...she has lots of ideas for it, and would love to have some readers! Come on over and welcome her at My Farmhouse Journal She will be so happy you came by to visit!!!

Count the Costs

I like what Courtney wrote about today. It very much relates to something that my pastor was discussing in church this morning. Technology has made things easy, too easy, and there are costs. One of the costs is that children are growing up with so much technology and gadgets, cell phones, ipods, gaming systems that they are now lacking perseverance. (I think I touched on this a bit in my series on healthy brain development in a society of media and technology). Why spend time getting really good at a sport if you can just sit in front of a TV and move your wrist and look really good at a lot of sports? It's really hard for young brains to persevere with any task when they are so used to sitting in front of screens of all sizes getting constant immediate gratification. Courtney talked about saying no to our kids. Not giving in to all the things they want. Not buying all the toys they will forget about after a moment of play. The other cost my pastor talked about is the greatest cost of technology: the loss of our capacity for wonder and imagination. I agree wholeheartedly. I love it when there is no TV going, and the girls begin to engage in imaginative play. I love seeing them so excited to play outside, and search for bugs, as they build little cities for them. I love watching what they can create out of a blanket, some sticks and a bucket of dirt. Saying no to our children is one of the greatest gifts we can give to them. It is giving them the quietness of mind, and the ability to be creative and imaginative. It is growing their brains, and it is creating memories they will never forget. Deprivation of techno gadgets and the newest hot toy can be a paradigm shift for a lot of people, but it is something we all need to do more of. Count the costs. The rewards will be priceless.

And the roller coaster ride begins...

Before I begin this post, I want to say a huge THANK YOU to all of you that were willing to pray for the court hearing regarding our foster baby. Thank you to those of you that commented, and to those that emailed me so kindly sharing their willingness to pray for this situation. I appreciate it more than you know.

I don't like roller coasters...I am not a thrill seeker. We went on a little mid week trip with some friends for the last couple days, and my wonderful DH conned me into going on a waterslide that another friend of mine had warned me about. I knew I should not have trusted him, I knew he was hiding something, yet I got on the raft with him and entered into a dark hole, and was swiftly plummeted down a direct drop off into nowhere that felt like oh, about a 50 foot drop to my death. I honestly don't know what happened as my eyes were closed, I was screaming at the top of my lungs, and I think I blacked out for a moment. I was so mad at him. He knows I don't like thrill rides!

As we were playing around at this waterpark, the court hearing was happening for our foster baby. We really wanted to attend, but our friends only had these days open, and my DH booked the dates without realizing we had the hearing that day. We aren't required to be there, but it is just nice to go and see and hear with your own eyes and ears what is happening. What we know so far is that her plan was changed to adoption. Unfortunately, a relative has emerged. I expected this to happen at some point, but it is still a bit of a shock. Since I have heard this info from two other people other then our social worker, I am not clear on who it is-either a paternal great uncle, or maternal great-great uncle. This doesn't mean she will be placed with them for sure, but there is a chance, and relatives, even distant relatives are looked at in a much higher position than foster parents. So, we wait and pray, and begin the roller coaster ride of emotions and uncertainty. Where am I at this time? You know when you slowly climb, up, up, up, and you are at the top of the highest peak on a roller coaster, right before it plummets down the tracks at an insane speed? Well, I feel like I am at the top, waiting, knowing it could come crashing down at any time, not knowing if it might derail. That's the part I hate about roller coasters. I don't like them at all.

Waiting....

Tomorrow is the court hearing for foster baby. We are asking for prayers that something is accomplished. She will be NINE months old tomorrow as well, and nothing has happened in her case, except for the fact that her mom hasn't been working her plan. She loves her baby, but has no support, and no inner strength and motivation to seek the help she needs.

This little one needs something permanant. We all need to know where she is going to be. She is growing up so fast, and she is so precious. We know that the Lord has his hand on her and her entire life plan, but for now we just wait. I have never been good at waiting, so I am learning a lot while being a foster parent. I am gaining some patience, and seeking the Lord's will through prayer for her. We need all the prayer support we can get at this time. I will update as soon as I find out what happens at the hearing.

Be blessed!