Limiting God

I have to thank those of you who have left comments on my blog, sent me messages via Facebook, and the many emails I have received. I'm not able to keep up and respond to all of them at this time, but I want to let you all know that I've read them all and appreciate all the prayers that are being offered up on our behalf.

I've also gotten several emails from friends, family, and people I've never met letting me know how they are being impacted by Joy's life and the work God is doing through her. I have to say that as her mother...I could not ask for anything greater than this. At a time like this it brings me great comfort and joy to know that my daughter, who never took one breathe on this earth is touching people beyond the grave. That's all Jesus! He knew the plans he had for her since the beginning of time, as he did for all of us.


Psalms 139:13-16
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.


God never had any other plan for Joy's life than what took place that day. As unfair as it may seem and as heartbreaking as it's all been...it's been one huge lesson on learning to trust God and His ways. Like I've said before He has bigger plans for her than Lewis and I, as her parents, ever could. God reaches far beyond our expectations. On that note, I have to admit my short-sightedness when I first began this blog. I had hoped that possibly one day my journey might benefit someone else dealing with a similar experience. How silly of me to limit God and what he can do!


Ephesians 3:20
Now to him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think,
according to the power that works in us.


I guess that scripture verse pretty much sums it up eh? To my detriment I've always kinda been a "glass half empty" kinda gal, which has served me well with putting God in a box and putting limits on what I thought possible. I think it's safe to say that is changing.

It's so amazing to me how God has brought certain scriptures to mind to back up what He is showing me. I am by no means a scripture guru. I knew part of how that last scripture went and had to google what I knew to find out where it was in the Bible. It was deep in me some where. ;) Funny how that happens...

Finding Joy

A couple friends had sent me this short video on finding joy. Sit back relax and enjoy! It's beautiful and inspirational. Thanks Erin and Robin!

WWW.FINDINGJOYMOVIE.COM

Prayer Request

What can I say? When it rains it pours.
I need your prayers. As you know, I'm still healing from the c-section. Lewis has been wonderful taking care of me and the kids allowing me the time I need to heal. Although the incision looks great, it is still painful. What has made things worse is that I have some chest congestion going on, which requires me to cough. You can imagine how painful it is to cough when your stomach has been cut open and you are trying to heal from that. Let's just say it hurts a lot. Not to sound like a baby, but it hurts to cough, laugh, or cry.

I called my doctor's office yesterday, explained my symptoms, and they called in a prescription for a Z-pack (antibiotic). I'm praying this clears it up and I am able to heal without the distraction of a cough etc.

Thanks for your prayers.

Joy's Birth Story

Let me try to do this day justice by recounting for you the day Joy was born.

Sept. 15, 2008

Shortly before 2:00am I wake up in my bed wet. I immediately think that my water broke. I won't relay all the details for you, but I was pretty sure this was my water breaking. My water broke with both Elijah and Phoebe so I've had some experience. Lewis and I quickly gathered some things, called our neighbor Sarah who was so awesome and got here ASAP to be here with the kids.

We went to the hospital and they brought me back to triage hooked me up to a monitor etc. I won't go into all the details because that first experience at the hospital was less than favorable. We ended up coming back home because the nurse could not get a positive reading for amniotic fluid after trying to get 2 samples. She basically told me I probably peed myself. I really thought I was losing my mind and of course second guessed myself. We went back home, went back to sleep where I felt more water.

I returned to the hospital at 10:00am where it was confirmed pretty quickly that in fact my water did break. My doc, Amanda, was already at the hospital scheduled to perform another c-section and told me she could do mine in about an hour. I couldn't believe this was all happening so fast. Of all the possible things I thought would happen when Joy was going to arrive I did not anticipate my water breaking at 30 weeks. We were not prepared to say the least. To be honest, I wasn't prepared with my other two and they both went to 40 weeks. Like I've said before, I'm a pro at procrastination.

I should also tell you that Joy continued to have a heartbeak this whole time. Mind you it was still irregular. It seemed to fluctuate between 100-150 beats per minute. It was a pretty overwhelming and emotional time. Amanda offered for me to be asleep during the c-section as she thought it would be pretty tramatic. I absolutely wanted to be awake, I did not want to miss one second with Joy. After getting the kids situated Lewis arrived. We got a hold of my Mom who was in Niagara Falls at the time to let her know what was going on. She and her dear friend Jill were quickly on their way to be with us.

They prepped me for the c-section. This was my first one. I had the quickest and easiest epidural ever! Lewis and I had some amazing people in the room with us. Dr. Amanada Hurtubise, Dr. Tseng, Becky (the most awesome, compassionate and caring L&D nurse ever who made this experience easier by her presence) and Berdetta, another amazing nurse that was there who also assisted in the L&D of Phoebe when se was born. I felt very taken care of.

Having a c-section is a strange sensation, if you've ever had one you know what I'm talking about. I felt no pain, but felt pulling, tugging, pressure, etc. Lewis let me know when they were about to get Joy out. It literally felt like they were ripping her out of me. As this was happening I closed my eyes, tears were running down my face and God gave me the most beautiful vision. I saw Jesus bent down on one knee with his arms outstretched and Joy running into his arms. In the midst of my heart breaking I had peace knowing that Joy was now made perfect and safe in the arms of our loving Father.

Joy did not cry at all, she did not take a breath, she was what you would consider stillborn. To my knowledge she had a heartbeat up until the time they wheeled me into the OR. She had a few movements and Becky told us that it was a reflex action, but they were precious to me regardless. If you remember me saying in my earlier posts that the doctors at Beaumont Hospital (the specialists) near Detroit told us at 13 weeks that Joy was missing a right leg. Nobody was ever able to locate a right leg or femur bone. Guess what??? She had both legs!!!! I cried when Lewis told me that. The best part about it is that her little right foot, the foot that was not supposed to be there, made better footprints than her left foot.

Joy was beautiful! She was born at 11:57am. To me she looked like her big sister Phoebe when she was born only much smaller. Joy was 2lbs 0oz, 12.5 inches long. She had stawberry blonde hair. The most perfect little face. Some people think her eyes were blue, although I thought it hard to tell. Both her brother and sister have blue eyes so that is very possible.

They wheeled me to our room and shortly after Amanda and Becky arrived with Joy in the most beautiful white dress with pink rosettes and a little knit hat. We spent the entire day holding her and loving her. Sharing her with our dear friends and family that came to visit with us in the hospital. We had professional pictures done. I had Joy in the bed with me as I slept that night. Or as I tried to sleep between Lewis' snoring and all the emotions of the day I didn't get much sleep.

For those of you who don't know, I had my 34th birthday that next day. Joy was born the day before my birthday. For a while leading up to Joy's birth I had a fear that she might possibly be born around my birthday. I thought it would be so depressing and tragic, but ya know what? I didn't feel that way. I thought it to be a blessing and a special gift. At first I was a little disappointed that she wasn't born on the same day, but realized she needed her very own special day just for her and nobody else. I got to spend the first half of my birthday with her. We were going to let her go sooner, but I did not want her waiting in the morg by herself until someone from the funeral home came to get her.

Elijah and Phoebe got to spent some time with Joy on both days. Phoebe, being just shy of 20 months really did not understand at all what was going on. Elijah was so loving towards Joy. He held her, kissed her, and loved on her. My Mom and Jill, a good friend of our family, were amazing. They took great care of our kids while we were in the hospital. Cleaned our house etc. My brother, Brennan, even helped out some and spent one night at our home, which he never does.;) They all dropped everything to be with us.

It's now been a week since that day. I don't know that it is getting any easier. I try to focus on the fact that she is now made whole, happy, and will never know anything but love. She was just too perfect for this world. I just can't help but be selfish and think of how much I wished she was here with us. My heart just aches.

A couple pictures of Joy

I couldn't wait to share these pictures. There will be more to come as I get them. Jaclyn, a photographer, who volunteers with "Now I lay me down to sleep," http://www.nowilaymedowntosleep.com/ volunteered her time and talents to take pictures of Joy. Not only did Jaclyn do a great job she was caring and compassionate. I'll post more as I get them.

Peace that passes understanding

Before I post the story of how Joy came into this world I wanted to let everyone one know what a beautiful day yesterday was. We buried our baby girl yesterday. It was a very hard day in some respects, but even more it was a day of great peace. A greater peace than I ever expected. I think I truly now know the meaning of the "peace that passes understanding." It's just that....the peace I felt doesn't make sense in light of what we just went through. That is the peace that only Jesus can bring.

As we were entering the cemetery in the processional the song "Held" by Natalie Grant was playing on the christian radio station. This is another song that has really touched my heart during my months with Joy. A couple years ago when I had a miscarriage in Feb. 2006 it also brought me great comfort. Ironically enough a friend of mine emailed me the lyrics the night before the funeral.
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Held By Natalie Grant

Two months is too little.
They let him go.
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays Is appalling.
Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We're asking why this happens To us who have died to live?
It's unfair.

Chorus:
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was When everything fell we'd be held.

This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was When everything fell we'd be held.

Bridge:
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was When everything fell we'd be held.
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I thought I would be a complete mess...there were some tears of course and there is bound to be a lot more to come, but there was a peace. Like I said, I can't explain it. Jesus was there, He was holding us. I felt held. I was stregthened by the friends and family that stood by our side and felt the power of everyone lifting us up in prayer. There were friends and family we had known for many years, some friends we are just getting to know, and a couple people that we had just met that day.

It was a beautiful day, warmer than had been expected. We had a viewing so that everyone could see just how beauitful Joy was. What was even more beautiful was how much her little life had impacted so many. Not just the people who were with us that day, but eveyone who knows about Joy's story. I could not help but think that some people live an entire lifetime not making an impact like Joy has and I believe it has only just begun.

I have to share with you something that Elijah, my 4 year old, asked me as we were standing there looking at Joy. He said "Mama, is this heaven?" It nearly broke my heart. What a sweet boy...we had talked about how Joy is in heaven with Jesus and we had not seen her in a couple days so I guess he thought we were in heaven. I can only imagine how hard it is for such a young child to understand all this when I can barely make sense of it all myself.

We had a simple, but beautiful service for her graveside. Our Pastor, Mark Wargo, officiated. Lewis insisted on being the one to put her tiny casket in the ground as well as bury her. At first I thought it kinda strange. Not that I know what is strange or not in situations like this. Like I've said before, I don't have a lot of experience with death and funerals. I soon realized that this seemed to be his way to taking care of his little girl, not leaving the chore to someone who does not know her. A Daddy (or Papa as he likes to be called) who's heart is broken wanting to feel like he could do something for his little Joy.

Another touching part of the day for me was after the funeral at our home. My mom had purchased I think about 17 or 18 ballons before the funeral that we were going to release. Well, the time came for that and we all took markers and wrote messages to Joy. I thought it was a "neat" idea, but was not prepared for how moved I was going to be. We all let them go at the same time. The ballons all stayed in a pack drifting into the sky. I imagined Joy receiving them in heaven and having so much fun playing with them.

I want to thank the members of our family who started us with a tree and many beautiful plants for the garden in our backyard that we are starting in memory of Joy. I will post about this more in the future....with pictures to come.

Lastly, I want to thank the many people who have supported us in prayer, in words of encouragement, and in acts of kindness. There are no words to express how much we love and appreciate you all. May you be abundanlty blessed!!

Philippians 4:7
And the peace of God, that transcends all understanding,
will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.

Into the arms of Jesus

Just wanted to let everyone know that I went into labor this past Monday, Sept. 15, 2008. Joy Elizabeth was born at 11:57am by wasy of c-section. She had a heartbeat up until the time of delivery and quickly ran into the arms of Jesus. She weighed 2lbs and was 12.5 inches long. She was gorgeous! We got to spend 24 hours with her in our room just loving on her. We bury her on Fri. Sept. 19th.

I'm still in the hospital now and should be getting out today. Please keep me and my family in your prayers this is a very difficult time for us right now. I'll post more details in the next few days.

Love and blessings to all of you.