tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91530691728738759722024-02-18T19:20:10.218-08:00The George Adventures~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-48637177257864863402012-01-16T18:46:00.001-08:002012-01-16T18:46:33.325-08:00Another letter from Kevin...<div><p>Pease remember this is from a man seperated from his family...and he is in a place none of us can even begin to imagine, physically and emotionally. He needs to get things off his chest too. He is just like me and keeps his anger hidden until he blows his top. I am so glad to see he has learned to try and at least write his feelings down. Before you had to drag this stuff out of him! I encouraged him to start a blog a while ago and I think only ever posted one thing! But now, at least, he has found an outlet for his emotions! He told me a couple weeks ago that their church service was on forgiveness and that he finally broke down and cried in front of all of them. He talked about how hard it was to show them his weakness but how nobody judged him for it. He talked to them about how he felt he was wronged and how it was so hard to forgive. Then a little later in our visit he actually laughed! So without further intro, here's the letter I found in his property:</p>
<p>1-09-12 4:30a.m. Stuff on my mind. Enjoy.</p>
<p>I don't know how to put this. I hate being here, I can not stand it! Every night I can not sleep at all. I have to stay awake until I am dog tired so that I can go to sleep. I can't stand it! If I try to lay down and go to sleep I start to think about stuff. About the hate that I have. I try to pray and ask God to help me forgive people. I try to pray for the devil to leave me alone, but it still comes up. I just want to start yelling. I can't stand this. Why does this have to happen to me? Even now when I am writing this letter the frustration is blinding. Every thing seems to hit me at once, like my spelling and stuff. And ways to write it and how to write it. Right now I am getting mad at this stupid letter just because of me writing it! I have no clue how to stop it except to get exhausted. And yes, I know I can not let it get to me, but you know, it's a lot harder to let go than you think. I mean, I'd rather write it down on paper than talk about it to someone. And it seems if I talk about it the madder I get and the more I want to drop it. There is so much I want to say to people, but I am so afraid of saying something stupid and making myself look stupid. Like this letter. I feel like I am stupid for writing it because of my spelling and whatever comes with it. I hate it! And if I seek out help I feel even more retarded. I just want to be done with it all. I hate this part of my life. Being in here and all the crap I am being put through. Part of me wants to go insane! I mean go completely overboard, start yelling at whoever crosses my path. There are a lot, a lot, of people I would love to yell at right now. I don't care who I hurt at all. In ways the people who did this and let this happen have created a monster. They just better stay the h*** away from me when I get out cause I will bite their heads off. And NO, I do not want to talk about it, that will just make things worse for me and other people. In a way I want to deal with it on my own. You know, I think writing this stuff down will help me a little. I am going to start speaking my mind and I'm going to start telling people what I think. I will point stuff out when I see it!</p>
</div>~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-23045005311963542562012-01-16T16:47:00.001-08:002012-01-16T16:47:33.279-08:00More adventures?...<div><p>Bad posts later...but for now...I am going to post about some things I am thinking of starting. I didn't want to be one of those crazy busy moms that never did anything but run, run, run though! </p>
<p>I think there is a need here in Clinton county for a support group for women who have husbands/partners in jail or prison. Just somewhere to let it all out and be able to cry with others who are going through the same thing. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have faith, or people around who are praying for us. I can't imagine some of these women who don't have anyone to talk to. It makes me sad.</p>
<p>Along those same lines, Clinton county jail doesn't have any programs to teach inmates how to take care of the infants they may be going home to. To some of us it's second nature, to others it's not. I'd love to teach childbirth classes and infant care classes to the inmates.</p>
<p>Again, along those same lines, in the area jails there are pregnant inmates. These women may have done stuff wrong, but they still deserve love and support during such an emotional time! Can you imagine not being allowed anyone but the hospital staff and a guard or two in the room while you are laboring? No support at all from friend or family? I have read about a group of women who go in and offer doula support to the inmates. As far as I know there aren't any programs around here like that. </p>
<p>I just feel like Kevin and I have all these things pressed on our hearts and we always ignore them! So it isn't any wonder we are in the mess we are in now! You just can't ignore a calling to help others. What do you think of my ventures? Do you know someone who needs support? Maybe you could ask them what they think! </p>
</div>~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-2741016674272660182012-01-12T20:06:00.001-08:002012-01-12T20:06:25.187-08:00Emotions...<div><p>I have had quite the range of emotions today. But I don't want to let the bad emotions get me down. </p>
<p>In case you aren't my friend on Facebook, you have missed todays drama. But I guess I should start with last nights breakthrough. My last post detailed all that our family has been through in the last couple of years. Some people clearly don't get how rough it is...or don't care. I get the feeling that there are people who think that Kevin ("the criminal") and his family should not be allowed to have anger or emotions in this whole situation. Or if we do have emotions we should just keep our mouths shut so they can stay comfortable with their decision to break up a family. </p>
<p>After writing last nights post I saw a friend on Facebook post a prayer request for our family. Many others said they were praying for us. I felt the love and completely lost it! I started praying...just laying it all out before the Lord. I prayed about many things. And in my prayer I got this revelation. Kevin and I have been through all of this junk and no matter how many times we have both wanted to bow out we didn't! We didn't give up, we kept the faith, knowing God would bring us through this storm. Then I felt this peace, and it really did surpass all my understanding. With the peace came this, we have been through the fire, now we can move mountains! We can move mountains.</p>
<p>Just like any other time when Kevin and I thought we were starting to get a grip on this situation....whamo! Kevin was moved to RDC today. I didn't know about it until after I bought him $40 worth of phone cards that he will never get. I took them up to turn them in (they are special ones that can only be used in the facility where they were bought) and there was some discussion with officers looking back at the boys and I. The officer that was helping us came back and said, "Uh, he was moved today." Are you kidding me? The devil must really be scared of the George team for some reason because every time something amazing happens to us there is ALWAYS something equally terrible that happens to try and bring us down again. Well, it's not going to work! We shall overcome! We are focusing on helping others and raising our own children. We have both ignored the calling many times, and we cannot afford to ignore it anymore!! Pray for us! </p>
</div>~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-90119163302415921662012-01-11T17:32:00.001-08:002012-01-11T17:32:24.701-08:00Not sure...<div><p>Not sure what I am trying to say here. I am really between a rock and a hard place. I love my husband and I love my family. I know Kevin's letter below will tick some people off...family that is. But are my husband and I to keep our emotions hidden and smile like nothing is wrong? Something is wrong...our family is seperated! No one can really understand what we are going through unless they have been through the same situation. We have lived in hell for the past two years...wondering if someone would come take our children from us, wondering if someone would come take Kevin, wondering if someone would decide they were done screwing around with our lives and put a bullet in Kevin's head, we haven't been able to pay our bills, Kevin couldn't keep his jobs because of the stress, hospital and doctors visits because of anxiety, panic attacks, children not understanding why all of a sudden you just couldn't put up with their crap anymore...the list could go on forever. Do you realize what things like this can do to people? How about the fact that most of that list is still true to this day, and will be for at least the next two years, if not the rest of our lives? How about the couple's relationship that spent most of the summer struggling because the husband thought the best way for his family to get through all of this was divorce...at least that way her family would accept her fully because he wouldn't be in the picture anymore. How about a man who was so broken over the whole situation that he was going to kill himself. How about the wife who wondered why her husband hadn't come in from the garage yet and if she goes out there will she find him hanging from the rafters? Oh, what about the man who had to be told he has to let his children go now because we are late for court, and knowing that was probably the last time for a long time that he would be able to hold his own kids? Are you crying yet? Because I am.  </p>
</div>~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-73324403816419801152012-01-11T12:39:00.000-08:002012-01-11T13:11:28.853-08:00A Letter Kevin Wanted Me to Share...Kevin is sitting in Clinton County Jail right now with two charges. One he did not do...and I believe him. And one he did do and said he would take punishment for. I do believe he is sorry for the one he did...and I also know he is very bitter and full of hate against the people that accused him of the other. I am going to write his P.S. at the beginning so you can keep it in mind when you read his letter. This letter was written around the holidays when he was in a bad spot emotionally and mentally. He wanted me to share this with everyone, so they know how he feels...but he may regret it later. It's a little harsh. I have fixed spelling and major grammar.<br /><br />From Kevin:<br /><br />P.S. For people who read this: I may have forgot that I wrote this and I would like it if you can drop it because I have already spent two years of my life and the life of my family in prison. And I and my family have lost a lot of sleep over this. Sorry for this next part, all of you stupid people better hope that I come out a better man than when I came in here. Which might be hard to do because I was a good man when I came in here. I hope and pray that you people are willing to learn from what you have done. Don't go and get all slap happy, this is not a threat. I am just saying that I am going to come out a lot more head strong from this. I hope and pray things get better for everyone. So have a good day. And don't let the things I said get you down. Just learn from what you did and think first.<br /><br />Hello to whoever is going to read this. I am sitting in jail writing this stupid letter. Not caring about my spelling or anything like that right now. I really hate my stupid life. I have a wife and two boys at home that I love very much, even though I lie to my wife over and over again. I hate how stupid I am. I can not live like this. I just want to end it all. I hate this place. I don't like some of the people that are around me. I just want to go home and do nothing. No, not nothing. I want to eat good food and all that stuff. And the longer I sit here I get more and more mad about stuff. Like why I am in here and how it was handled. I am stupid and I am very sorry for what I have done and I hope that some day people will forgive me for it. And just so you know, this makes me sick, what I have done. There was no forgiveness, no second chance, none of that. I was going to say I was sorry and I hope I still get the chance. But people can't see that I was ashamed for what I did. All they cared about was that they did not get their apology when they wanted it. Well, I am sorry for that, but I had to work up the courage and strength to say it. And that is another thing I am mad about. People who lied to me. If you hate to get lied to don't lie to me. People had said that they will give me time to say that I was sorry. But nooo, they prayed about it and God told them to go to the cops. I am sorry for my language, but that was a bullshit lie! And shame on whoever believed that two faced liar. Sorry, but I do not have any respect for him and I so not feel like I should say I am sorry for that. I will say sorry to her because I am really truly sorry and am ashamed of it. But I will not have any respect or trust at all for her other half because he lied to me and other people more than once. I hid my feelings about him because I could not judge for people anymore. They had to judge for them selves and they were blinded by that one little lie and I am suffering for it. <br /><br />I will say that I am sorry for one thing that may have accidentally happened and I did not know that any thing was touched. If it was really touched at all, So I will say that I am sorry for that. I will hope and pray that I can get or give forgiveness for what ever has happened and for the souls that are involved and for my soul.~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-82835798341935208822011-03-24T10:37:00.001-07:002011-03-24T11:18:01.801-07:00Christians and Lawsuits...There are days when I let my Bible open up to wherever it decides...I always think that maybe there is something in the passages that fall open that I need to read. And lo and behold, today opened up to something I have been struggling with in the past couple of weeks. It comes from 1st Corinthians...<br /><br />1 If any of you has a dispute with another, do you dare to take it before the ungodly for judgment instead of before the Lord’s people? 2 Or do you not know that the Lord’s people will judge the world? And if you are to judge the world, are you not competent to judge trivial cases? 3 Do you not know that we will judge angels? How much more the things of this life! 4 Therefore, if you have disputes about such matters, do you ask for a ruling from those whose way of life is scorned in the church? 5 I say this to shame you. Is it possible that there is nobody among you wise enough to judge a dispute between believers? 6 But instead, one brother takes another to court—and this in front of unbelievers!<br /><br /><br />7 The very fact that you have lawsuits among you means you have been completely defeated already. Why not rather be wronged? Why not rather be cheated? 8 Instead, you yourselves cheat and do wrong, and you do this to your brothers and sisters. 9 Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God?<br /><br />Many of you have read before that Kevin and I are struggling in a court battle currently. I have analyzed the accusations made against my husband every which way but upside down...I do not believe that the accusations are true and have no problem telling people that. Although, I really cannot go into detail at this point in time, sorry. Let's just say the lawyers we've had are also scratching their heads wondering what the heck the other party was thinking.<br /><br />Anyway, back to the scripture and such. Someone dared to take an accusation before the ungodly law before even trying to figure out what had really happened, if anything. Someone jumped to conclusions before stopping and listening. Someone took another believer to court, and all this for unbelievers to see and say, "Look at those Christian's stab each other in the back, why do I want anything to do with Jesus if that's what it will be like?" And verse 8 that says, "Instead, you yourselves cheat and do wrong, and you do this to your brothers and sisters." That is literal for me! My sister and her husband are the ones that are putting us through this. They are also lying about it in the court room just to get ahead. I have a gut wrenching feeling that they know it too, they just don't care because they want to save face and not admit that they are wrong. Many lies have been told on their part, go figure that I don't have any evidence for this, just me and my kitchen walls! Kevin and I have tried to be extremely honest in our part of this situation, because not only did he do nothing wrong, we also feel that we will not pull through this and be blessed by telling lies. <br /><br />I know some of you are still probably thinking, yeah well her husband is lying. Well, I know he's not. I was there with him! I can recall in my head the two times things supposedly happened...and I was right there!! Now do you honestly think that if my husband was doing something wrong I am going to stand there and let him do it?! HECK NO! I am going to be heading for the frying pan to use on his skull. But will the fact that I was right there hold up in court? No. Why not? I am his wife and would be seen as trying to "protect him." Because that is what all women do...nope sorry, if he did do something wrong he should pay...if he didn't then someone should step forward, admit that they were wrong, and be done with this whole mess! Hahaha... Until then, we are stuck...we aren't able to move forward until all of this is behind us...and we have things we are looking forward to doing in our lifetimes, to help others out. But alas, some people don't think about others...they only think about themselves getting ahead and being right all the time. Guess we'll all have to deal with those types of people at some point in our lives...~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-12525059678632770212011-03-10T20:15:00.000-08:002011-03-10T20:42:28.463-08:00A peaceful dinner...While looking up verses about hatred today I found one I really liked that I have never heard before...that I know of. I haven't been living under a rock...I grew up in a Christian household...just don't recall if I've heard this one before...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Proverbs 15:17 Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.</span><br /><br />I love it! It's better to eat a "salad" with people who love you, than it is to eat a big ol' steak with those who hate you or with those you hate or where hatred reigns. I guess I love it because, like everyone else I am sure, I have had both experiences. Quite literally. I have eaten dinner with those I love most and it is one of my most favorite things to do...because, well, you are surrounded in love. I remember, when I was little and my dad would be working close by, I always wanted to go meet him for lunch. It was a silly little thing really, but even to this day it makes me happy! On the other hand, I have had to break people's hearts a couple of times lately by telling them that if "so and so" were going to be at dinner that my family would not be able to attend...no matter how yummy dinner would be...it would automatically be soured...it is not a nice feeling to feel out of place because someone does not like you or a part of you anyway.<br /><br />Taking this verse a little deeper...wouldn't it be a lot nicer to be with those you love in a poor country being missionaries filled with and surrounded by love...than to be in a huge mansion with swimming pools, hot tubs, fancy sheets, and fancy cars with those you dislike and who are probably not very nice people??<br /><br />So what do you do? Avoid the person/situation at all costs? Probably not. The thing, whatever it is that's there, needs to be taken care of...as hard as it may be. But why not balance it with the nice "meals" with those that love you? Time to break out the herbs so the dinner of steak is more easily digested!! (LoL!!)<br /><br />(Sorry for any confusing statements or mis-spellings or typos...it's late and I am going to bed!) :-)~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-89667651357335848782011-03-10T16:14:00.000-08:002011-03-10T18:26:47.619-08:00My daily struggle with hatred...-A post by a friend reminded me that I have been meaning to post about my daily struggle with hatred. I don't wish to post this to ruffle feathers...it just helps clear my mind if I write a little about it.-<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Proverbs 10:18 He that hideth hatred with lying lips, and he that uttereth a slander, is a fool.</span><br /><br /> I have always known, as have many people, that there were some people who just didn't like my husband. One of them being his old youth pastor, who he had a previous history with, and has a current court battle with. Yes, I did say court battle. <br /><br /> The first instance that I saw between the youth pastor and my husband was when he put my husband down constantly in his youth class. It was not a case of me and my love bird eyes seeing things that were not there...there were kids in the youth that went to the pastor of the church on my husbands behalf because it was so bad! You would think after so many years of struggling with this one person we would get wise and give up. (Another Bible verse entirely...) But ever the ones who try to do the right thing, ever the ones who hate knowing that people don't like them, ever the ones who are very trusting of almost everyone around us, we kept trying. Then there came a point in the relationship where it seemed to be getting better. And once again we were duped into a false sense of security. Then it happened, DRAMA. And never one to stay out of drama our "hater" got in on it and made up some nasty stuff just to have their piece of the drama pie. <br /><br /> This brings me to the verse above...Proverbs 10:18 "He that hideth hatred with lying lips, and he that uttereth a slander, is a fool." I'm not gonna lie and say that I don't struggle with thoughts of hatred towards this person! I have to ask forgiveness for the thoughts that come into my head every time I think of the person. However I wanna talk about the person for a second. We've "caught" this person in lies before...we looked past them because this person sees in "black and white" and we thought that maybe they had a different view of things than we did. However, when it came to the court and the things said person said, after swearing to tell the truth, it is clear to us that the person is hiding his hatred with lies and intends on "ruining" Kevin's life once and for all. <br /><br /> No one can put their finger on where the hatred stems from. Some say that it is because said person stated once that they "do not like people that are taller than them". (No joke, heard from multiple sources at different times! RIDICULOUS!!) Kevin is almost 6' 5" so he is taller than most people. Some have said the hatred stems from Kevin, as a child of 12 or so, saying something to the effect of "I'm taller than you!" to said person. Like I said, no one really knows...but it is a long stemming hatred that seems like it will never end. My point with the verse...Proverbs 10:18 "He that hideth hatred with lying lips, and he that uttereth a slander, is a fool."...is this, it brings me great pleasure in knowing that God's word says that this lying person is a fool because this person thinks the world of them self. To know that God will bring this person down a peg or two some day makes me happy. As horrific as that sounds on my part it's the truth. But what about the plank in my eye? Believe me, I know I am a sinner, I know I am a fool, I know that there are people out there that will think less of me for telling how I feel...and while I hate, hate, hate that...I have to realize that this is my journey and if this post offends you I am sorry. I truly am. This is something I needed to get off my chest for a while and let someone else bear the burden for a bit. I am sick of yelling at my husband and my kids because my mind is so cluttered. I'm sick of not sleeping well because I worry too much. I am dead sick of all the lies and bull crap in my life. <br /><br /> Is this one person written about above the only one who brings conflict and strife into my life? Ell no!! My husband, my kids, my family, his family, MYSELF, there is conflict and strife all around...always will be because you cannot please everyone. At the moment though, hatred is my main struggle...and I pray daily for it to go away and leave me alone...<br /><br />(I intended to get to more hatred verses and focus more on myself...but this verse was at the top of my list and the word vomit flowed freely! Sorry it was so long!!)~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-56874455229472841652011-03-09T17:27:00.001-08:002011-03-09T17:30:00.871-08:00Infant Circumcision...This is part of the reason why I regret Joel's circumcision...the other part of my regret comes from the fact that it wasn't my decision to make.<br /><br />Warning: This video shows an actual infant circumcision.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/013PdUzvWpo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-12449225130105085062011-03-09T09:26:00.000-08:002011-03-09T09:49:29.166-08:00Dearest Joel,I have been thinking of you a lot lately. Every time I see an article on circumcision I cringe. I know now that our decision to circumcise you was not a good one. What is even worse were our reasons...we thought that because circumcision is in the Bible that meant you needed to be circumcised. We now realize that God loves you even if you are kept whole. He does not care whether or not you are circumcised. What God really cares about is what is in your heart. Whether or not you follow him and live according to his Holy word.<br /><br />I knew the minute I heard your screams from the hospital nursery that we had chosen wrong. You're never really going to remember what your daddy's looks like and maybe you'd never even care. I very much regret not rushing into that nursery and scooping you up off of that cold hard board you were strapped down to. I very much regret letting anyone touch you with a knife in your most private area against your will. It should have been your decision and I am sorry that your father and I made it for you. I can only hope and pray that from our horrible decision good will come. I hope and pray that we can impact others to think twice about circumcision. It was not our choice to make, it was not our body we were scarring...but until you are old enough to talk to me about it my mind is scarred and I am very sorry.<br /><br />I love you very very much,<br />Mommy~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-45468659797095968792011-01-19T12:09:00.000-08:002011-01-19T13:21:29.722-08:00Relationships...2010 was the year of broken relationships in our household. Many close relationships fizzled out or just died suddenly and unexpectedly. It was a really depressing year speckled with hope here and there. Some of our relationships are on the mend...even though the trials within those relationships are not over and they are subject to go south again! Some people from our past have popped up again and reformed friendships...and there are some new relationships! <br /><br />Some of the upswings we had in 2010 were...of course in June we had our second bundle of joy. The end of the pregnancy with him was rough, and resulted in a lost relationship. There were weeks where all I wanted to do was cry. But then Ephraim arrived on his due date...in the hospital, not at home as planned. And as much as it stung that he was born in the hospital...when I wanted him to be born at home...I will always remember the doctor looking at me and saying, "You could have stayed at home, you didn't need me at all!" And that was like a salve to my wounds. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHaFBW2vLO7kV3b6gk_nD_iF-XwlX1KK7r3-pwwUSXPqvgLstAizmsCjrHUW2j3Y7EKnBwBc54_bP9XtfsFKp44gDw8xg-8uzZrWf-uzrXbp4iGSRe_GVqG4PhF0435v2SZv2VDvRyC7g/s1600/June2010+080.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHaFBW2vLO7kV3b6gk_nD_iF-XwlX1KK7r3-pwwUSXPqvgLstAizmsCjrHUW2j3Y7EKnBwBc54_bP9XtfsFKp44gDw8xg-8uzZrWf-uzrXbp4iGSRe_GVqG4PhF0435v2SZv2VDvRyC7g/s320/June2010+080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564003464682243634" /></a><br /><br />In September our little big boy turned two! It doesn't seem that long ago that he was born! But he's talking now and he is so big! I remember when the kid didn't have a neck! Now his neck is so long and strong! His eyes are still very blue and beautiful! And he's still an adorable blondie! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Khttp://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=91530691728738759723luTGBh8WY/TTdQ8oVJ2zI/AAAAAAAAAVA/grv3wuWdm24/s1600/Fall2010014-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqj6VilLSATO0uBds7_1LCANn4NL_iVqvlpNIIxPoNxHLK09U2NrvYRSguw-alvAc2GMah4Rj1nOX9e2WDLmAMm3OCtZtcvkEoyDI-a2oSeW67APChO6H1-yjCVMtSYISyeeOFA_ebJs/s320/Fall2010014-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564004867188054834" /></a><br /><br />In November, after seven months of unemployment, Kevin got a job! In his first three days on the job he had 40 hours! He is making more now than he ever has...although he's gone a lot longer every day. He really likes his job. The guys really like him and they call him their brother. It's a blessing.<br /><br />We hope and pray that 2011 will be a better year than 2010. It has the makings to be a worse year...but we cannot dwell on that and are trying to look forward. And to end on the upswing...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngOMFtOUHKSUCL8Nc15qHQUsiQNw7f73YWdWt5DQiqferopwbSpIP6F8-hbp2_6nyM19s9KEBByG9Z_EB8rnW88ePVt5avqJeFz4OjLYA56jiGMNZV4NKHuOoSw3fdH-Zj8KIBp-v9h0/s1600/joelandephraim.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngOMFtOUHKSUCL8Nc15qHQUsiQNw7f73YWdWt5DQiqferopwbSpIP6F8-hbp2_6nyM19s9KEBByG9Z_EB8rnW88ePVt5avqJeFz4OjLYA56jiGMNZV4NKHuOoSw3fdH-Zj8KIBp-v9h0/s320/joelandephraim.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564009857233248482" /></a><br />Granted it's a month or more old...but newer pictures will have to wait a little until I can get them on here! :-)~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-31880020472955238692010-09-08T20:42:00.000-07:002010-09-08T21:08:31.744-07:00Emotions...I have been dealing with many emotions lately. Some of them good and some of them bad. I really hate to admit it but most of the emotions I am dealing with are not so good. I am growing depressed by all of the relationships in my life that have fallen apart over the past year. I want to make them right but cannot find the courage to. For some reason I feel like there is no hope so why try? This could stem from my childhood, or simply from the Devil not wanting me to be reunited with certain people. I am also hurting in my marriage. Not because Kevin and I do not get along, but because we are under so much fire that we are simply breaking down. It is a rare day that one or the other of us aren't upset or angry about something. Kevin even told me I was biting my lip in my sleep last night! We need to get away terribly to renew our spirits but have nowhere to leave our children, and I have a hard time leaving the boys too. I fear that the boys are also being affected by the stress in the house. I know they can feel it! Our court dates keep getting pushed back, which is a good thing and a bad thing. A good thing because it means more time together as a family before possibly getting our patriarch taken away. A bad thing because it allows more time for us to fall apart from within, to worry about what might be around the bend instead of just getting it over with. <br /><br />I really wasn't doing this bad before. I had a wonderful friend to talk to who always encouraged me with Bible verses and kind words. Kevin was also less stressed when this all started happening, and even though he didn't know it, he was my earthly rock because he was so calm about it all. People were more interested before and would talk to us and help us through this. Now that things aren't going very fast I guess people just assume we are ok for now. I don't know if anyone really reads my ramblings, but we are not ok. We are drowning and as much as we pray there are no answers. I know that sometimes answers come in their own time...but we need to see the light at the end of this tunnel. We have so many dreams and aspirations that we want to work on, but cannot see starting them with the uncertainty looming over our heads. Don't get me wrong, I know there is always uncertainty, but this is KNOWING something will happen in the near future and not knowing which way it will throw you. I just wish I had an encourager...someone on this earth I could talk to besides Kevin's family...until then I will just have to keep blogging on a downer day.~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-7122810147095999812010-08-23T18:20:00.001-07:002010-08-23T20:23:03.466-07:00More photos!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWk94RGF6Fxy49SayFlINhfBq0dpQgOsmWhzKEsdqc8C0QoHOmiWhQKCjMr3bFzGKgnrNqHSzS53Gckm_1NAOSwB69J3ABLVy_eiVBcgLOsVgc98LZmD99pxk3AFTIPaJZ1ylRo83DBZQ/s1600/JuneJulyAugust2010+046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWk94RGF6Fxy49SayFlINhfBq0dpQgOsmWhzKEsdqc8C0QoHOmiWhQKCjMr3bFzGKgnrNqHSzS53Gckm_1NAOSwB69J3ABLVy_eiVBcgLOsVgc98LZmD99pxk3AFTIPaJZ1ylRo83DBZQ/s320/JuneJulyAugust2010+046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508811465055064722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgUcwqnksdn0bSuaOeGnN5qXz1bs-9Zt2GwFn5zZjVvOm4QZU5rZBcfCKuNAMEULXC1IPjMi7A8ztOSjoiyY04m4JO2ARXqQ6SK0xh6B6oT3TzSJzau6TZH6WO1wuyzvAJyyMuADpsfYg/s1600/JuneJulyAugust2010+045.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCD-IYGIhTuYYGaMnvyW86TH4HAu_4EZhmdmUSFoCTIaqUzvJhHeSWAI1WwdB3RJxHa87dsJNqlSc47BoXsFgqh-sKU29JXLWGxnSMn6J1CxDpo64mZgJodRERniqUMpTwaZ41r0S9b3U/s320/JuneJulyAugust2010+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508780215774822546" /></a>~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-38926813952793011052010-08-20T21:35:00.001-07:002010-08-20T21:51:54.060-07:00Angry with myself...Just trying to unload here to get it off my mind...<br /><br />I am pretty upset with myself right now. I got thirty dollars to spend on myself for my birthday. Because we don't have much money I used it on the household things we needed. The reason I am upset is because I was upset that I didn't get to use it on the paints that I wanted to get with it...my supply is getting low. I realized I was just being selfish and got even more upset at myself! <br /><br />...So when the person that gave me the money found out what I spent it on they went, "Uht, that's not a present!" Then the same person asked later when my last eye exam was...I replied that it has been 7 or 8 years. I got a raised voice at me again. I wanted to reply, "What? I am a wife and a mom, my family comes first." But didn't because I don't really stand up for myself. <br /><br />Anyway, my question...if anyone is reading this is...I don't think I'm alone? Surely every mother gives up her wants and needs for her husband and children...right? I felt completely ostracized by this other mother for not doing for myself. Is it really so bad to give all you have for your family? <br /><br />Well, this was just a late night rant so I could unload...and I know I probably contradicted myself but maybe now I will be able to sleep instead of thinking about it all night! Goodnight cyber world!~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-11373481854498353272010-08-18T08:40:00.000-07:002010-08-18T09:37:44.528-07:00Newer pictures!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkJlIENeHy2aGjML2tkCAJMfUXl86W2_9ORI_4aQR9i3GCyVCeacE9Dg58lT4Pns4HN7tYbBfyVZ-fkoulzN30Xt3zGcKm38t2gFK4PTwM_aLSUY-9D73CkdtfaSrRB2Dt8DPMGznH_U/s1600/JuneJulyAugust2010+050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkJlIENeHy2aGjML2tkCAJMfUXl86W2_9ORI_4aQR9i3GCyVCeacE9Dg58lT4Pns4HN7tYbBfyVZ-fkoulzN30Xt3zGcKm38t2gFK4PTwM_aLSUY-9D73CkdtfaSrRB2Dt8DPMGznH_U/s320/JuneJulyAugust2010+050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506788480957703826" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPY0v6OvNST1S29LRg9vfpndH_WPKk-ehpPIErZ1PJLPPFnfZlJ8lSPqBiLQB9MqzMvOx-ahfce2igYFeV7SuDGNTwlPh0LCJgjVVexTBtoU8CG2ScORJNmgpy7anCExQN7sWTYEJzQkg/s1600/JuneJulyAugust2010+048.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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I have found a few courses that would allow me to do all my training online and come out prepared for testing to be a CPM. Now CPM's are not legal in Indiana. However I could try to find a midwife to work with. There is one problem though...it's midwifery training and therefore cannot accept financial aid. They are working on this, but apparently it can take up to 5 years! The two courses I looked at were $21,000...not including the books and equipment, or the $2100 worth of classes I'd have to take beforehand. I am starting to think that I will never become a midwife! Kevin keeps on encouraging me, knowing full well it is my dream and passion. Someone else told me to try to study on my own and test out. I think I would do better with assignments and deadlines though!<br /><br />Oh other things today are just drama, drama, drama! Woke up to Ephraim screaming bloody murder like he hadn't eaten in days (It had been two hours!) and Joel begging one of us to take him to the refrigerator! Then we had everything planned out...and that's where we went wrong! Ended up there was a lot of drama Monday night with some family members. Us, being the compassionate, caring people we are, got sucked into the drama. Not sure which side of the fence I am on with that drama! Found out that another family member and her daughter which just turned two were in a pretty bad auto accident. They will be ok, but obviously pretty shaken. I cannot imagine what I would do if I was in an accident with one of my children! Another family members husband has gone batty and tried to take on police. He is still "armed and dangerous, on the loose." They do not know if he has taken his own life or not as they have not heard from him in a while. I guess my great grandma is not doing very well. As soon as she was put in the nursing home she started forgetting people and also had to go on a liquid diet. The son of my former midwife is having seizures. As far as I know they still do not know what is causing them. Prayer for these burdens would be lovely. And I thank anyone who would pray.<br /><br />Kevin and I discussed at length if we would start to allow people back into our lives. We didn't think it was right that my parents not be allowed to see their grand-kids once in a while. However, I'll have to admit that I was leery of letting them back in. In the end it was quick to forgive Kevin who said we should try. It seems to be ok so far. I know what a stretch this is for Kevin though. What should happen if this comes up in court, could letting people back in our circle jeopardize his future? He says he doesn't care, that it's the right thing to do...and in the word of the midwife, "if prison is where God wants me then that's where I'll be." Some days Kevin is so strong, and some days he struggles a lot. One of our many motto's is that we will make it, no matter what.<br /><br />On a lighter note...baby updates! Joel has manifested himself as "class clown." The kid can make you laugh even when you've had a rough day. He can also make you laugh when you are trying to get him into trouble. He's cute and he knows it! He's also extremely smart! And he has many words...like what, why, pee (penis), E-um (Ephraim), shoes, eyes, who's that, what's that, chin, walk, Melmo (Elmo), nose, ear, me,dog, boo, boobie, Daddy, Mom, hi, bye. I am sure there's something I am forgetting...but you get the picture! Ephraim, I swear he can say hi...but then, I know he can't! He sure can talk your ear off though! Daddy and his brother get instant smiles from him. It takes a little bit of baby talk from me to get a smile out of him. Someday I may have a child that likes me better than their daddy...but I don't know cause he's such a like-able guy! Ephraim is a little sauna! He always seems to be much hotter than the rest of us! Although his hands and feet get clammy too! He is so big already too! Where did the time go? I suppose at 2am it is time to head for bed!~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-2390015360739780812010-06-25T21:03:00.000-07:002010-06-25T21:05:07.011-07:00Ephraim's Birth Story!!Finally! Sorry about the long wait!<br /><br /><br />With gestational diabetes, yet again, I risked out of home birth. I didn’t have to worry about a hospital birth last time with Joel. I really couldn’t tell you what it was about the hospital that worried me. I guess it could be all the stories I have read about what can happen at a hospital. A lot of times women do not really do their research into childbirth. Parents should really look into the pros and cons of everything that happens in childbirth. They need to look at the statistics of what is recommended by doctors. They need to be on their toes and ask “why?” A lot of times doctors and nurses use scare tactics without even realizing it. I didn’t used to think that way. I used to think that the doctors and nurses knew exactly what they were doing to women. Now I have realized that they are just doing what they have done for many many years. They are doing the normal day in day out routine. That routine is only broken when you find doctors, nurses, and parents that are educated enough to do something different. This is where Ephraim’s birth story begins…<br /><br />I worked hard all night the night before induction to see what I could do about dilating and getting labor going. I tried peppermint oil, peppermint tea, peppermint candies, red raspberry leaf tea, walking, stairs, evening primrose oil, among other things. Some things helped bring on strong contractions but nothing stuck. My biggest fear going to the hospital was ending up with a c-section. When first risking out of home birth I considered just staying at home. However, not knowing how big Ephraim would be, and not having very much health training between Kevin and I, I decided it would be best to go where someone knew what they were doing in case something did happen to go wrong. <br /><br />Early morning, Kevin and I (and Ephraim) ventured into the hospital. I was a little nervous as to what the day would bring. I went for induction on my due date, 06/09. We went through the routine of getting registered, checking fetal heart tones, blood pressure, and such. Not too bad. I was expecting to be uncomfortable with everything that was happening. I really wasn’t uncomfortable at all. I had met and talked to some of the nurses beforehand when I took my birth plan to the hospital. I was surprised when one of the nurses told me that they would try and make my experience as close to my home birth as possible. There were birth balls and rocking chairs to use for comfort. The nurse talked about how the OB unit talked about getting a birth tub, but they couldn’t figure out how to swing it. I thought, “Darn!” (Next mission, figure out how to get birth tubs or a birth center suite in the hospital!) <br /><br />Anyway, back to the story…The doctor came in to break my water and see how I was doing. I had specifically chosen this particular doctor because he has been known to bend the “rules” if you know what you want and why. He agreed to only break my water and see where that took my labor. The day before my due date at the doctor’s office I was 3cm, maybe 4cm. When the doctor went to break my water he said that I was maybe a 4 or 5cm. I was hoping for at least 6cm, but I would take a little bigger than I was the day before! <br /><br />When the doctor broke my water it was meconium stained which worried me a little. But the ol’ doc, who has been delivering babies probably as long as I have been alive, didn’t seem bothered by the meconium. Ephraim sounded great on the monitor so it reassured me that he was ok. Contractions started to come regularly at this point which helped me relax even more. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to relax if I went to the hospital and would end up having my labor forcibly augmented with Pitocin, per hospital policies. <br /><br />The Ob unit was very busy, so my hopes of being left alone were fulfilled. Although, the nurses seemed very willing to only come in when they had to anyway. I didn’t get strapped to a bed. I knew I wanted to be up and active because of the bad back labor I had with Joel. I didn’t get, nor did I want, the routine IV. I knew it would hinder me from moving around even if it was just a lock. This was one thing the nurse was a little persistent about because of the possibility of caesarean, just to have it in and ready to go in case of such an event. The nurse left the room to let Kevin and I talk about it to see what we wanted to do. While she was away Kevin and I discussed why I wasn’t comfortable with an IV and what would happen if I needed a caesarean and didn’t have an IV in place. We decided it was better in the long run for me to be comfortable and get a last minute IV if need be. So we told the nurse when she came back in that we were going to opt out of the IV and she said, “Ok!” <br /><br />I labored on a few more hours. At one point my nurse came in and said another nurse asked her why she didn’t hear any noise coming from my room. I’m not a noisy person anyway, but I do also know that some women get extremely noisy from fear and even as a coping method…that’s not me, we went to the hospital was for just in case purposes not in fear and I don’t use moaning as a coping method. Anyway, I took the nurse noticing that there was no noise as a compliment to my ability to be calm and having everything together during labor! I started to feel pushy and was so happy to be getting close to seeing Ephraim! It must have been around lunch time because the doctor was there and he asked me if I wanted to know where I was at. I told the doctor that I would hate to be one of those women who thought they were pretty far along and still be at 6cm. But, hmm, no group b strep, no other infections, sure, I guess I’d like to know. I could have died when the doctor told me that I was 6cm! I thought crap, I am one of those women who think they are ready to push at 6cm! Well, feeling pushy didn’t really get any better from there. The feeling increased slowly over the next couple of hours. I didn’t think much about it because I apparently wasn’t moving along very fast. It must have been around 2:40 pm or so when I had Kevin go with me to the bathroom. I had him escort me because I was having some really strong contractions. While in the bathroom I felt REALLY pushy, almost undeniably so. Although, it’s me, I was in denial still. Kevin asked me if I’d like him to go get a nurse, I think his instincts told him that it was time.<br /><br />When the nurse came in I told her that I thought I may have pushed a little. She calmly asked if I’d like for her to check me. I repeated my concern of thinking I was further than what I really was and I’d be disappointed. I decided to head to the bed anyway to get checked, maybe this time it would be good news. I stood by the bed through a strong contraction and afterward crawled up to be checked. One nurse told the other to get the doctor on the phone and tell him I was feeling pushy, that he didn’t need to come yet just needed to stand by. As the nurse was putting the bed down it was all over! My fears of being 8cm dilated were totally unfounded. My body gave two big pushes and I heard the nurse say. “Never mind tell him she’s pushing!” I don’t know how the doctor did it, but he made it from across the road, it seemed just in time. The time I spent on the bed before Ephraim was born seemed to go so fast! I asked Kevin a little later how long I was pushing, he thought maybe 10 minutes. <br /><br />The nurses, knowing that I wanted to be off my back to push, got me up off my back and to the squat bar that they had hurriedly installed. I remember thinking, even in the throes of pushing, “Wow, they remembered and they are making sure I get what I wanted!” I also remember seeing the doctor throwing on his cover gown and his gloves at lightning speed. A couple of good pushes later and Ephraim was born! He was very mad! He was kicking and screaming! I didn’t think he looked as big as Joel did. I also remember that Joel was really pink when he was born while Ephraim’s little feet were pretty purple. I held Ephraim on my chest for a while. The poor kid smelled like he was born in a barn because of all the meconium. Everyone was itching to find out how much he weighed…so I gave him up. On the scale he went and the verdict was formed. Ephraim Henry weighed 9lbs 2 oz! He was bigger than Joel, but he sure didn’t look like it. When his other measurements were taken we found out why he didn’t seem to be as big as Joel. Ephraim was 22 inches long! <br /><br />The doctor, when all was said and done, paid me the ultimate compliment…he said to the nurses, “Man, I though the last lady was a real woman. I didn’t think she could be outdone” Then pointing to me he said, “This one here, she’s a real woman!” I don’t take many compliments. I tend to kind of pooh pooh compliments away. But this time I took that compliment and ran with it! Then a little while later he said, “See you could have just stayed at home. You didn’t need me.”<br /><br />Because of the gestational diabetes Ephraim’s pediatrician said he had to stay for 48 hours to have his sugars monitored. My doctor said I was allowed to go home if I so desired. However, Kevin and I decided because of Medicaid, an early release from the hospital might not get paid for. So Kevin, Ephraim, and I stayed in the hospital for the next two days. Joel stayed with his grandma at our house some of the time and her house the rest of the time. <br /><br />I must say I was pleasantly surprised by the experience we had. The nurses at the hospital were very kind. They seemed to bend over backwards to accommodate us and make our birth just the way we wanted, minus the at home part of course. They were also very helpful afterward while we were staying! We never got a rude nurse once! I have seen nurses at another local hospital that were very unprofessional and very nasty! I am so glad that all the nurses at our local hospital seemed so sweet and caring. The nurses carried on with leaving us alone unless we needed something. And man did we ever…with Joel, being our first child, we had plenty of sleep before he arrived. With Ephraim we knew we had house projects to do, we had to clean house constantly because of a little whirlwind named Joel, and we weren’t sleeping well knowing that our lives were about to get even more hectic. So the nurses came in handy at night time when they would take Ephraim for a while! And at our local hospital apparently the babies aren’t shipped off to the nursery they get loved on! The first morning when the nurse brought Ephraim back she told us that Ephraim really liked being held! My first thought was, “Let the spoiling begin!” And you know what…it’s really not a terrible thing to spoil a child!! But that’s another post altogether! <br />As I said earlier, I was hesitant to go to the hospital. I really thought that I would be pushed into a c-section for some reason or another. However, what I found when I got there was an accommodating staff and a willingness, maybe even a desire, to make my birth as close to my home birth as possible. It may have helped that I have relatives that work at that hospital. It may have helped that a dear friend, almost midwife now, paved the way for people like me by working in that OB unit. But I don’t know for sure. What I do know is that, short of not having Joel with us, we really enjoyed our time at the hospital. We didn’t have to fight for what we wanted and the staff bent over backwards to give us the experience that we wanted. I would recommend the OB unit and doctor to other women…especially to women who want a natural birth experience. Not once was I offered any pain medications, the doctor and nurses knew I wanted to go natural and didn’t do anything to compromise that! <br />In no way was my great hospital experience a hindrance to my love for home birth. I still love home birth and hope to have one with our next child. There just might be a few hospital nurses, who expressed an interest in home birth, here in our home helping us welcome our next baby! Now my next task is figuring out how to get the hospital to remodel the OB unit! Birth balls and rocking chairs are great…but so are ropes for squatting, double beds for mom and dad, spa tubs, etc.! We shall see how my campaign goes! :-P~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-82883711357850704712010-06-19T11:16:00.000-07:002010-06-19T11:35:43.105-07:00Been a while.....I know I have promised Ephraim's birth story to some of you...it's still not on here as you can see. I am working hard on it and want to get it just right! A quick update before life pulls us to the car yet again...<br /><br />Kevin is making a wonderful father of two! He takes Ephraim and Joel downstairs almost every morning so I can get a little "extra" sleep. He faithfully stood by my side during labor, he knew when he needed to be there for me and he knew when to back of a little and let me be by myself. He even knew before I did that it was time to have Ephraim, I think I was in denial. <br /><br />Joel is an amazing big brother! He is so helpful, sometimes too much so! He didn't really freak out when he saw his little brother. And the first time he held him he gave him a big hug and kiss. He has been acting out a little bit more, and we take this as our cue that he needs some attention. I think he's a little jealous that baby gets to sleep with us and he keeps getting put back in his own bed...but he will live.<br /><br />Ephraim was born weighing 9lbs 2oz and was 22in long. Yesterday at the doctor he weighed 9lbs 5oz! He eats like a little piggy and will probably be 30lbs by next week! He too has a latch problem though (starting to wonder if it's on my end!). Until we can get to a lactation consultant he is eating from a bottle and does get some formula as well. I broke down and gave him formula because he was absolutely irate one night because he was so hungry! <br /><br />I am doing well enough. I am down 10lbs under my pre-pregnancy weight. Don't know how I managed that one! Only about 100 more to go! Towards the end of labor with Ephraim I was thinking that I didn't know if I would even have more babies (I thought I was still at 6 or 7cm). Call me crazy but I am totally ready to do it again! LoL!<br /><br />Well, the birth story will be posted sometime in the next millennium so stay tuned!~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-41430572761060845852010-05-25T09:38:00.000-07:002010-05-25T10:06:27.820-07:00Frustration....How free are we really in this country? I'd say not very. Kevin and I have been learning this for the past two weeks as we are struggling to get any help. A person who has put in three years at a local company cannot get any assistance anywhere. Kevin lost his job a while ago, it took forever to get his unemployment, we can't really afford groceries but we get them before we pay bills, we can't get any health care because everyone wants cash first, can't go see the doctor because he needs to know we are going to get Medicaid or wants $1370, can't get on Medicaid because we won't vaccinate Joel or Ephraim, can only get the religious exemption for vaccinations if our pastor writes a letter saying that is what the church believes and it's not, we are about to lose our house, probably going to lose our children to CPS, and Kevin is probably going to end up in jail because we cannot prove anything...then Joel, Ephraim, and I will be homeless...if I still have Joel and Ephraim! With everything coming to a head all at once it is stressing me out. I don't think I would be quite as stressed if I wasn't 38 weeks pregnant with nowhere but home, without a care provider, to deliver my child. The only option at this point is to go to the ER where we will not be treated well and will probably be pushed into a terrible delivery with more threats to call CPS because we will not "comply". I know this is a lot of word vomit...but it's making me feel a little bit better. The only thing that gives me comfort right now is that there is a God in Heaven who is looking down on us and will not put us through what we cannot handle! I haven't cried yet so it must not be too much...however if I lose my husband and children that would be the last straw for me, I would probably end up in the nut house. I can't believe that this is what people wanted to accomplish. Who in their right minds wants to ruin other people's lives? Oh yeah, that's right, manipulative, conniving monsters. It's just so sad that people get "high" like that...~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-89621117270778501202010-05-22T20:18:00.000-07:002010-05-22T20:37:21.555-07:00Ephraim Henry 4D videos....Some are quite short so you may have to pause them to see anything! These were from 34/35 weeks when they estimated him to be a little over 6lbs!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzylEOBjvL7mFw28t_F98DvRHl64UFyax19JNy4ol5U1QTfR93Yi0MhziU_2G_0BR2ebqMEVjWREm1YSaqwRA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzSdvjdtOfAMa86GoJP-yIBrKvu9TRFQxpQpGIrNC_otTazmvO7zBNlo5RzTBnMdoc9NUrxlQGKi_hnK-dT5A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxvJv4VJHBKu_JL2VM7BzhhSiLzpXkj-R-ltcb7Qh1UnfGddIhPk0C8hVaFiIUoGbs_unWf_hzHhBaRpX2qzw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwKjiYQba-_qj1YJQflsOeLcRCJifai_UpCRloGtKG25yKProj1syTWHXrl3Og-gTJSCNHggzxqaTr612TWZQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzt-n3joZHBR7IEgZJGEtkV_c8R917t7Kx6T7bR9HztmooAaNvlwZsJdj1dbD7N3ihW_DFZziigsHaGn_tA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw84-1ZT-vQOOjpzvIacJrPQHESHVnNx6H8PJAFBYZHOKIgTCbXGsN3xBYdaLcxloCMEmO4SAyinO65lovHtw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxwf4zqCHaGE2wG81x1D_l12nfoZbS4RWM-QpkERtBvJ00iHKx9e3iFvq_-12A06ynkiWPiydzbfFpokuWkUg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzunNln6iBH_UT06CT-11fsyP3ZnlL37PYjgzNIYPy0isysVxS326HuO5Pzweec7lOk7rrmD9ZaGVeMndvU2w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxjXXvgzipRdmD3cKXuOsuZLxcyj74uB4WIx2T3qWiC2F4U-X3sJ-uzaVmhGhhDUOIbqumZhb5SSP-pZJ_lQA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />3D pictures may be posted tomorrow...who knows!?~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-21013547944808669402010-05-22T08:17:00.000-07:002010-05-22T08:17:02.809-07:00Pictures...Well, Facebook friends...Fb was being stupid not letting me upload my photos! So here are my "so far May" photos! Will try again later to get them on FB...just can't mess with it too much right now because I want to get lots of stuff done today! It's almost time for little Ephraim to get here!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsVtki0q_auxI9ncx2zJ89LjdH7dDI8j2JiwZlGdW-mQhK6lsvkTODapE9FM5XP2mKjqiScaW3BFhCjaHhmLWW54U3bJS714DGhJT7QAey9a60cZ542PxrrgHGoBbYdwNE0RHFt7nhGHY/s1600/Spring2010+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsVtki0q_auxI9ncx2zJ89LjdH7dDI8j2JiwZlGdW-mQhK6lsvkTODapE9FM5XP2mKjqiScaW3BFhCjaHhmLWW54U3bJS714DGhJT7QAey9a60cZ542PxrrgHGoBbYdwNE0RHFt7nhGHY/s320/Spring2010+001.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">One of our beautiful apple trees!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Plan on putting Mr. Ephraim Henry's photos on here sometime today too! They are from 34, almost 35 weeks when he was estimated to be a little over 6 pounds! I can tell you for sure that he's lots bigger than that now! He is starting to get in the way...and there are little nobbies sticking out all over my belly! And he already has quite the attitude!! He'll be here before we know it!! :-)</div>~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-60041781395952041592010-04-24T18:24:00.000-07:002010-04-24T18:24:37.834-07:00Last post for the day...Updates on our lives.<br />
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Kevin is unemployed...paycheck has ran out...and unemployment doesn't know if they are going to give him benefits. Woohoo. This makes things a little difficult. But we will make it because not even a sparrow drops without the Lord knowing it...so he knows we are hurting. People didn't think about what their actions would mean in the long run...Kevin may not be able to get another job because of all this crap we are going through.<br />
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Joel has two new teeth that cam in this week. He was very cranky!! He also say "stinky" and "baby." He takes big boy steps up the stairs! And his newest thing is giving kisses!! It's adorable, he will run up to my belly, say "baby!", and give my belly a kiss!! Oh, we also can't go to the store without Joel saying "Hi!" to everyone he passes. You can really tell who are kid people and who aren't!<br />
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Ephraim is so strong! He is very active. He got our midwife good at his last prenatal! She even yelped and said "Oh sorry!" Then when trying to listen to his heartbeat there was a lot of static because he was squirming to try and get away! When she did get his heartbeat it sounded great! She also made the comment that he's a nice sized baby. He gets another ultrasound on Tuesday at Maternal Fetal Medicine...which means he should get a 3D picture!!<br />
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I have my gestational diabetes under pretty good control. I have to get it down to an exact science to getting good blood sugars so I can have a home birth. Ephraim being breech would not risk me out of home...but the blood sugars would! I love my midwife...she gives me so many chances, up to a point anyway! She still follows her guidelines and will risk me out if need be. So I have to be really good! I have been craving a coke, a doughnut, ice cream, a cupcake, really just about anything I can't have! I've done well and stuck with my "No Cesarean for Chels" diet! I am pretty proud of myself. My blood pressure has done amazing with all of the stress we have been under lately! As long as it holds out for a couple more months we will be good there too!<br />
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So that's about all! We are doing ok with all the stress. Wishing things would just blow over so we could get back to a normal life! Even though normal has such a different meaning now! The people around us have taken on different meanings now. You never know who's for you and who's against you. We have a lot of good friends and family helping us through the storm! And we love them dearly!~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-59158427094820143812010-04-24T17:01:00.000-07:002010-04-24T17:01:51.066-07:00Food INC.Watch Food INC. trailer <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eKYyD14d_0&feature=player_embedded">here</a>.<br />
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I want to see this show on some levels. And then on other levels I don't even want to know! I have hear reviews and hear that this is something everyone should watch. If I can figure out how to see it I'll write a review on it. Let me know if you have seen it and think it's worth the watch!~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-7565642294207979222010-04-24T16:44:00.000-07:002010-04-24T16:44:42.879-07:00Photos!!Forgot to post our recent photos!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWd-5Y-gngL8j357taCHJCUAOTnJDZiMvzBfrjUz7zX1w91ZaxuSY7R7Al1xTfa7XBuf2jLNxbkMGAtiAumtYhyphenhyphen_KDPrfS4iJ9ixy9aNIoAuNOnqAzWmOi_Y4AD31rnxeknmtL5lPXmvA/s1600/Atthepark+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWd-5Y-gngL8j357taCHJCUAOTnJDZiMvzBfrjUz7zX1w91ZaxuSY7R7Al1xTfa7XBuf2jLNxbkMGAtiAumtYhyphenhyphen_KDPrfS4iJ9ixy9aNIoAuNOnqAzWmOi_Y4AD31rnxeknmtL5lPXmvA/s320/Atthepark+007.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Joel loves chocolate doughnuts...probably because of the sugar content!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, that's all for now...hope everyone enjoyed!!</div>~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153069172873875972.post-13105102403370948142010-04-24T16:13:00.000-07:002010-04-24T16:13:05.680-07:00Aweful...I love <a href="http://womanuncensored.blogspot.com/">Woman Uncensored's blog</a>. There are so many good posts on there...she could keep a person busy for days!! One post that really made me think was her post titled '"Pearls" Before Swine'. I was given books by these people and have thrown them in the trash. Because that is where they belong! Please read the post and see what you think. I did some research on the Bible verse, "spare the rod, spoil the child." Do your research on Hebrew translations of the Bible verses! You'll be amazed. Think about this...would Jesus hit a child? Hmm....just to get one thinking...~Chelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14039668951399240252noreply@blogger.com1