Needed.

It's Father's Day.

David and I are still trying to wrap our minds around being parents!

In seeing David with our sweet little Adalyn....I see how incredibly blessed I am to have him. Seeing the way he loves our daughter is absolutely beautiful.

I read a saying recently...

"A daughter needs a dad.....because without him, she would have less of the life she deserves."

I couldn't put it into better words. Without David, Adalyn wouldn't completely have all the love she deserves.....all the hugs, songs, cuddles.....and all the in between. Being a father is so much more than merely a presence.. It is a continual action.

It is a need. 

Not just by Adalyn.....but by me too.

As much as we have absolutely loved being home.....it has been hard in many ways. I have so many days where I feel so completely inadequate to be Adalyn's mom. Of feeling so inadequate and unprepared to face the future.

I have had so many moments of jealousy in ways. Longing for the ability to simply just walk into the next room while holding Adalyn and not having it be a huge packing ordeal. I have moments of fear.....as we are up in the wee hours of the morning...using the suction machine on her because she has gotten too mucusy....afraid and I will do it wrong and make her bleed or gag. Or the fear that comes with her seizures...of watching her stop breathing, her color change...feeling so helpless in waiting for her to come back out of it.

We are still afraid of leaving her for very long.....even if it just means going upstairs without her. I am afraid of her having yet another seizure...and not being there...only to hear the oxygen monitor go off...and feeling my heart sink. I am scared at times in watching her as she is more alert...wondering how things are going to be developmentally for her. Wondering about the time we have with her.

It is in these panicked moments that mind my goes back to the week of having both David and Adalyn in the hospital....the fear of losing either one of them bubbles right back up to the surface and my dam of emotions breaks.

It is then I need David too. His love. The comfort and strength he gives me. In wrapping his arms around me and reminding me that I am enough. That we will get through this together. That it will get easier to bear in time.

Being a father is the biggest commitment. It is life-long. It is demanding. It is beautiful. It requires so much sacrifice....

It is essential.

Last night..... as I tried in vain to rock Adalyn to sleep....Feeling exhausted.....Feeling not good enough to be a mom.....I prayed in defeat....Asking my Heavenly Father how he couldn't see how much I was struggling. Asking him to please help me in some way.....just to see His will. I needed something. Comfort. Peace.....Something to get me through the hard hours.

I realized then how much I have truly have needed Him too.

Before....I have at times thought of God as someone who loves us so much....who has done so much for us....I had faith in Him....in His plans.....It all seemed great..

Adalyn's first "selfie"

But I failed to fully grasp of His importance in my life. I guess I never truly understood how much I needed Him. I needed Him to pull me through the moments when I felt at the thread end of my rope. I needed Him to give me courage. I needed Him to show me hope when I couldn't see it. I needed Him to help me feel like I was enough to face this.

The ultimate father.

I am so blessed, my friends....to have so much love in my life. There truly has been so much good in it...even with the hard.

David is doing and feeling so much better. Adalyn is growing and growing, she is over 10 pounds now! She is so special....so loving. The moments of her staring right at me...in quiet wonder melt my heart. We are blessed to be able to stay in the basement apartment of my in-laws....to have them so close. I cannot even being to describe how thankful we are for their love and support each day. Adalyn has been put on another seizure medicine and we are holding to hope that it will begin to control her seizures.

This week we are headed back to Northern Utah for a few of Adalyn's follow up appointments.

Again to all of you Dads out there.....I hope you know how much of an impact you have. All the good you do. And the way you change lives for the better. You are not just wanted. Your love is needed in every moment. 

Coming Home.

Well.....it's official my friends.

We have left the hospital! This post comes to you right from the living room of home. 

This week has felt so surreal. There were so many moments where I felt like the hospital really going to be our "home." To be able to buckle Adalyn in our car and drive away was the absolute best feeling. For over a month I would see new little families take their babies home...and felt so jealous and happy that they were able to take their baby home. This week was our turn.

The morning we took her home, I thought over and over about our time in the NICU. It was hard. Physically, emotionally, and spiritually. However.....I will be forever grateful for the absolutely amazing people we met there.

For example....Meet Elisa, our nurse practitioner. She was with us from Day 1.....right after Adalyn was born. She impacted our lives in so many ways....and we are better off because of knowing her....and for all of the things she has done for our little girl.

Some of our nurses and Occupational Therapists....which I kick myself for not getting pictures of...also impacted our lives so greatly because of their big hearts. For being there for me on the days that I was a mess of tears.

The past few days of being home have been beautiful. Yet so many parts of me still feel so afraid. 

It is so hard for us to watch Adalyn continue to have seizures. To wonder if any medicine will be able to work. To sit back and feel so helpless.....and pray and pray that she comes back out of it.

I am afraid at times....of thinking of the future. Wondering if we will ever find that sense of "normal" again. Wondering if I will always be paranoid to even walk out of the room....without a fear of what will happen if I'm not there. Or waking up in the middle of the night hearing her oxygen monitor beeping and my heart sinking...wondering if it is yet another seizure....or is she just kicking her feet around?

This picture melts my heart!

I find myself still mourning the life that Adalyn won't be living......mourning for the questions that remain unanswered. Will she be able to run through the sprinklers? Blow bubbles and eat otter pops during the summer? Build snowmen? Dance around in the rain? Walk? Run? Ride a bike?

I know those are silly thoughts.....but they are at times the type of thoughts that haunt me in the middle of the night. Or cause me to sit in the closet and cry....until my amazing husband comes to find me...and cries with me. 

Recently, I was reminded of something David said to me on the day we got married. We were sitting next to each other....right before the ceremony and David took my left hand....twirling my ring around. He asked if I knew why he picked my ring. I think I expected some witty reply....I shrugged my shoulders and laughed..

He looked at me and said....."We are like the pieces on the outside.....and God is the center. As long as we keep putting Him first....we will have forever. We can get through anything."

I have thought of that each time I have looked at my hand this week.

Trails test you to your absolute limits. I have prayed with angry hot tears streaming down my face. I have prayed with tears of gratitude. I have prayed questioning His plan for us. I have prayed truly wondering if we could get through this. I have prayed for each happy moment of pure peace we have had with her.

Having Adalyn in our lives has brought us to our knees more than I can count. Having her in our lives has made us seek daily to be better. To be better for her. To be the best parents we can be in facing this situation.

We are far from having this all figured out. Going to the store by myself to by a few groceries was such an odd feeling. We still haven't yet got all the way up to cooking our own dinners yet. That sense of normal hasn't kicked in. Hopefully by next week! For now...we are so thankful for his lovely sister Heather in feeding us amazing dinners.

Baby steps.

For now, we are trying to be grateful for the moment we are in. For the moments we can kiss her sweet cheeks and toes. For the moments I get to watch David tell her stories.....or work on "bicycle kicks" with her. For the moments that we get to sway her to sleep in our arms.

Those moments are too beautiful to capture in words. 

It is in those moments I know that somehow, this will be okay. As David reminds me, God's plans are eternal. Often we are only seeing one piece in the pattern. Someday, we will get to see the whole masterpiece.

Just because it is complex, doesn't mean it has to be awful.

Her first time outside...and she snoozed through it!

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Best afternoon!

This is what it's all about folks

I know I have posted this before...but this song is sums up so much of my thoughts. It is beautiful! And helps get me through tough moments!

Thank you all again for so many countless prayers on our behalf.  They truly have carried us through and strengthened us.  We have seen so many tender mercies as a result.

Getting Through...

Last week I felt that so many aspects of my little world were simply dangling by a thread. I felt like I couldn't think more than a few hours ahead at a time. For all of you who have shared our story.....who have prayed for us.....visited....called...sent messages...we are so incredibly grateful. Words cannot even describe how much it has meant.

Today we got the most humbling visit from David's classmate Trevor and his lovely wife Kiera. Thinking of their visit we still get emotional. They brought a gift from all of his classmates...I don't know if I can ever truly express how much their act of kindness has impacted our lives. He met some of the most amazing people through the physical therapy program! We are so lucky to have them in our lives.

We don't even know where to begin to say thank you. You all may never realize how much you have helped us...and carried us through your words and actions. We never expected to be on the receiving end of such enormous amounts of love, support and prayers. To be in the situation where we have truly needed it.

After David was admitted to the hospital last week....he lost about 15 pounds of fluid in two days. With all of the fluid off of him...he started feeling so much better! Loosing so much weight that fast though drained him of his energy.. However.....if you ask David...he will always tell you he is feeling good. He is never one to admit when he isn't feeling well.

Since they knew we had a baby in the NICU....and that we would still be around....they discharged him on Sunday and set up surgery for Wednesday.

Adalyn had her surgery to get her G-tube placed on Tuesday of this week. Nothing could have prepared us for how hard that was going to be. How hard it would be to watch her be hungry for the hours before. How hard it would be to watch them wheel her back.......knowing that a little baby wouldn't understand the pain she would later experience.How hard it would be to know they were about to pierce her perfect little stomach. Or how hard it would be to see her recover.

She was intubated for surgery....and they wanted to leave the vent on for 6 hours following surgery to allow her time to wake up from anesthesia and breathe on her own again. It was the most heart wrenching and longest 6 hours. Adalyn began to wake up....and scream. However....because she was intubated......there was no sound. David and I had to hold her little arms down for close to two hours....and watch her silently scream...trying to give her comfort. That image will forever haunt my dreams. We felt so helpless.

The first few hours following surgery.

We questioned everything that night. Was surgery the right thing?? Did we just bring her into this world to suffer? After they pulled the tube.....her throat was so sore.... Her cry wasn't much louder than a scratchy whimper. Our hearts felt again like they were breaking.  Knowing she was in pain. Knowing she still couldn't eat for 12 more hours. Knowing we had to leave her again for the night without our comfort.

It was awful. I would never wish that upon anyone.

The very next day....David went in for surgery. I was a million times more nervous then I would let myself admit. They were planning on exploring around in his heart...and replacing one of the valves. Then for good measure....taking a liver biopsy....since his liver had some damage from the week before. However...once they got inside his heart....they were taken by surprise. (Which shouldn't have been a shocker...David always seems to have that effect of doctors). They saw some other areas that are leaking. So....as a result....they didn't want to fix his valve and in turn cause problems elsewhere. This week they will have a meeting to decide what will be the next best step to take and address what should be fixed. For now though....David is discharged...recovering... and doing so much better then last week. The hope is that we can keep him this way as long as possible and prolong another procedure!

When David was discharged that evening.. I brought the car around to pick him up. As he stood up....I noticed his neck bandage was filled with blood.One of the veins they had gone in had sprung a leak. Of course. Why would leaving the hospital ever be easy?!

Aimee, his lovely sister, was there to wheel him back up quickly while I parked the car again. Luckily....it was a quick fix. He was given a shot to help the blood clot and stop bleeding. Even with that..I was feeling so hopeful. Adalyn was recovering well....David had made it through...and we had a discharge date for Saturday!

Lately....I at times feel just when I get my hopes set on something....things take another turn for the worse.

Adalyn's G-tube site got infected. 

For yet another time.....I had to hold her sweet little arms down as they poked and poked in search of a good vein to start an IV. I never would have imagined that my soul could feel so stretched so often. I wanted to sob with her. Coming back to tell David was another hit. Our hopes of taking her home sailed out the window...for up to another week. It wasn't supposed to be like this. A new baby is supposed to worry only about eating....sleeping....pooping....and getting all the snuggles in the world.

Yet Adalyn's first month has been filled with painstaking test after test. Poke after poke. Beeping monitors. IV's. Assessments. Tears. Surgery. On and on it seems.

Evenings are the hardest. When our thoughts catch up to us.....and the autopilot mode slightly switches off. Seeking understanding is hard. The past month has felt like a continuous battle that we are trying to wage.....A battle that is uphill. In a blizzard. With no shoes on. It has felt like each piece of good news we receive is followed with the bad.

I have worried until I was certain my hair would be white. I have cried until I was certain I could fill a pool. I have felt afraid. And scared. And frustrated. I have wanted to run and hide......certain I was not strong enough. 

Strength. What it all comes back to. What is it? I have asked myself that very question so many times in these past few months. I thought I knew. People have told us lately that we are strong. Honestly.....we don't feel that way. I think if most people saw us all the time...,they would see what a mess we are most of the time.

Most days we just get through. And I have decided that's okay. I don't know if there is any sort of manual about how to be amazingly great or a rockstar at getting through trials. (If there was I would have bought a dozen copies by now).

My sister shared this scripture with me the night we found that Adalyn had an infection:

Isaiah 40:29
He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.

I have thought of that so frequently. Most days I feel exactly that way.....that I have no might. No strength. I have come to realize that even on the days we are simply getting through....we are only able to do so because of Christ's strength. He is the one that gets us through the tough days....and through the days that we wonder if there really are happier days ahead.

I don't know if understand the reasons why....I don't know that we ever will. I do know however...that because of the past month.....because of Adalyn,....because of all the incredible people in our lives.....we always we have felt more love than we ever knew was possible.  I felt somehow even more love for my husband and the person he is.

Even though it doesn't always feel like it....we know that our hospital days will come to an end. That somehow....there are happier days ahead. Beautiful days. Amazing days that we will get to spend together with our sweet little girl.

For that.....we can't wait. 

Blog Hacked! Ah ha!

Sooo this is David and I just hacked into your blog!  Honestly, it was a lot easier than I thought it would be.  It was totally opened up and everything when I checked the laptop.  But I wanted to leave you a letter that you would eventually find at random.  The letter is from me and it describes a lot of how I feel about you lately.  It is not everything, because there are words that are not made yet to describe some of how I feel about you.  I hope this brings you comfort if you are feeling down next week:

"Dear Amanda,
Just like how we are in awe at the world God has created for us, I am in awe at the incredible woman you have become.  I've known you for a few years now, married for 2 and a half, and at first you were a cool girl that I wanted to get to know.  Cute, nice and someone I could easily talk with.  Then you were the girl that was really fun to hang out with.  Adventurous, wasn't shocked by crazy things.  As we spent more time together I slowly began to fall in love with you until I realized I couldn't live without you.  I was in Las Vegas and only missed you.  We did some amazingly fun things together during our travels around different cities.  We also lived with each other at the best times of our lives and our absolute worst.  We have done some very HARD THINGS.  I think we've seen each other at our most vulnerable moments and have demonstrated love to grow closer than further apart.  You have shown me love even when I felt like I didn't deserve it (like when I crashed the car, or failed a test or get hospitalized... oops, etc.)  I love you with all my heart.  Don't be afraid for me.  I am feeling great!  I should be the one taking care of you, because I love you.  Now, I watch you hold our daughter in your arms and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.  Truly the two creations of God that mesmerize me with the most awe.  I feel blessed to have you by my side forever.  

With love,
David"

When It Rains..

Some people say when it rains it pours....

After this week....I have felt more like when it rains....it pours...then turns into a hurricane....and then it turns into a giant flash flood. 

Days have been hard. So hard. Each day has felt like a whole new and almost overpowering wave of the unexpected. 

Blow #1

At the start of this week....David and I were so hopeful for little Adalyn and her bottle feeds. She was up to a little over 50% of all of her feeds orally! She was loving eating from the bottle and getting stronger in learning how. She had a swallow study this week just to make sure that she wasn't aspirating any of her food....and to see the pathway of her swallow. 

During the study....they found that Adalyn has been aspirating some of her food. Because of this...we had to stop all oral feeds...and get things in order for a G-Tube next week. We were crushed. Not because of the G-tube....we know that the G-tube will be so much better for her than the N/G tube...she hates that and pulls it out.....We were crushed because she enjoys her bottle so much.. To take that away from her was awful. 

The nurses and OT's cried with us. They have seen how hard Adalyn has worked. How much she loves it.... 

Blow #2

With Adalyn's brain anomalies, from the beginning they have told us she is at risk of seizures. Seizures that could potentially get so severe that they cannot be controlled by medicine. We had been praying so much that she wouldn't have to go through that...

However...a few days ago, we began to notice seizure activity. She would fixate her eye,  jitter for about 15 seconds....and drop her oxygen They decided to do an EEG to see. Watching them stick all of the wires on her little head was heart breaking. Holding her while she kept screaming until she exhausted herself to sleep....knowing there was nothing we could do made us feel so incredibly helpless. Watching her sleep after...all covered in wires made us just want to take her and run away from all of this...and pretend this was all just a bad dream.

As it would turn out, she was having seizures. 

They started her on anti-seizure medicine. The first dose sedated her for a good day and a half. They say after a few weeks, she won't be so sleep from the medicine, that her body will get used to it. 

Even after the first few doses....she has still had a few seizures. They increased the medicine today in hopes to control it. 

Blow #3

This wave has felt like it will overpower me...almost more than I can feel to bear. 

David has been having really bad stomach pain the past month. We attributed it to stress....thinking it was ulcers (we could have been more wrong!) He decided to go to an Insta-Care clinic this week. For him to say that he needed to go to the doctor meant he should have gone a long time ago. 

At the clinic....they found fluid in his liver. And lungs. And abdomen. 

They sent him back up to ER at the U for more tests. As it would turn out.....David is in acute heart failure.

Those words have almost threatened to bring my world tumbling down this week. One of the valves in his heart has grown too weak to continue to work properly against the pressures....and has caused severe fluid back up all over. Because of the way his heart is.....this is mostly reversible for him. 

So....David was admitted to the hospital immediately. They want him to loose twenty pounds of fluid. It has only been one day and he as already lost ten! 

After he looses the fluid, they will go in through with a catheter and replace the valve. 

Meaning both David and Adalyn will be having surgery next week. 

I still feel like I don't even know how to begin processing one ounce of this week....or even begin to type how I feel. My heart aches in more ways then I ever could have imagined. It currently partly lies on two separate floors of the hospital. 

The NICU nurses.....our family....and friends who have been there this past week have carried me through in so many ways, They have cried with me....made me laugh....and somehow kept reminding me that I can do hard things. 

I feel like my steps have never been more unsteady in my life. Sometimes I pray for the strength just to get through minute to minute. Some moments.....I just want to hide under a blanket and cry. Other moments I feel so lifted....that somehow....someday....this will all be okay. 

Through all the of this.....I know somehow there is a purpose. A reason. A silver lining of hope. 

We have to believe that. 

It is a tender mercy.....at least we have been up here when Adalyn's seziures started. At least we were at the best place possible for David to have this surgery...

Mostly for now... we just keep telling ourselves we can do hard things. It is in no way easy. But we're somehow moving forward. 

Updates will come as I have time to post them,. 

Hopefully you all know how grateful we are for each of your prayers and support! 

Milestones.

Some days....I forget there is life outside of the NICU as of late.

We have been here for 16 days. Which...in retrospect...doesn't seem like much. After all, some parents are here for months.

Today though, I am grateful for milestones and miracles. 

Milestone #1 
Our days begin by 7am as we head to be to the hospital in time for Adalyn's first feeding. Our conditions for going home all depend on her feedings. We pray with all our hearts that she can work up to taking all of her feedings orally...and not through her N/G tube.

For Adalyn, this is a giant mountain. She has a bilateral cleft...which means her nasal cavity and mouth are all the same opening.

However...they have a special bottle for babies with cleft palate. And despite all odds...Adalyn is doing awesome with it! She is up to 30% of all her food by mouth...which is HUGE!

She works so hard. Eating from this bottle isn't easy. She has to take breathing breaks and make sure she swallows down her throat instead of pushing it up her nose. She also has to avoid her N/G tube and oxygen cannula to be able to get the milk. Even with all of these obstacles.. she is doing great. Improving and getting stronger each day!

We have no doubt that she can get up to full oral feeds. We believe in her so much! Though if she hasn't made it to full oral feeds by the end of this week....they will put a G-tube in her stomach.

This will help us to go home....and then if that is the case...we will continue to work on oral feeds once we are home. We know the G-tube is a possibility......but my heart aches at the thought of it. We don't want to have to watch her go through surgery already...

So....we continue to pray. Miracles happen every day. The fact that she is already doing so much is impressive to everyone. Even her nurses cheer her on.....I love it.

Adalyn has what I call true strength. She inspires us each day. She reminds us that we can do hard things. That giving up is not an option. She presses forward. Even on the days when they have so much tape on her mouth..she works on the bottle. Not only is there tape for her N/G tube...but also for her oxygen cannula. They have also started taping her cleft lip. This is to begin stretching the tissue...eventually for surgery. 

The first time they applied the tape for her cleft....it was a little sloppy....though even with tape all over she still looks so cute!

Milestone #2

David....or as I should rightly say...Dr. Brown...has graduated from physical therapy school. He officially has his doctorate degree. I am so incredibly proud of him! He has spent countless hours the past 3 years learning...working...learning...stressing....and learning some more.

The past two weeks were especially hard with David having to be in Vegas for part of the week.. Not just dealing with school....but also having to leave Adalyn and I here...knowing we would be facing hard days without him.  I will forever be grateful for his classmates and our friends who gave him a place to stay....made sure he ate....or simply just cared enough to be there.  

David drove back up to be with Adalyn and I on Friday....Missing his graduation ceremony. Still thinking of that...part of me is sad. During PT school...I looked forward to seeing him finish. To watch him walk in those cheesy graduation outfits.....cheer him on.....and snap a million pictures. But because David has the biggest heart of anyone I know....He spent his graduation day with me and little Adalyn in the NICU.

This is what our days sometimes look like. Melts my heart. 

That night after we left the hospital....we held our own mini graduation ceremony in our room....Towels for his cap and his NICU lanyard for cords....with me humming the tune for the walking progression... and giving a mock "dean" speech.

It is safe to say it definitely wasn't as fancy as the real things... but at least we got to be together. Each day I am coming to realize that life doesn't go as planned. Having our little Adalyn didn't happen as I had planned. David graduating didn't go as planned...

However...I have also come to realize the beautiful moments in the "unplanned."  Sure it is hard....it throws you for a whirlwind as you try to regain even just an ounce of balance....

But in the moments I watch David and Adalyn doze off together.....or watch as she stares with wonder at her little world.....or feel her little hand squeeze my finger....It is all worth it. It is beautiful. 

It helps us hold to hope. 

We both long for the day we get to leave. We long to start being a family...just the three of us....without beeping monitors....faces full of tape.....and cafeteria food.

But we are trying each day to be grateful for the here and now. We try not to let ourselves be scared of whatever the future may bring.

We have been strengthened so much from all the support and prayers on our behalf. After sharing our last blog post....David and I felt overwhelmingly humbled and grateful as we read through such amazing comments and through the messages we received.

Never in a million years would we have expected to feel carried by so many people. By strangers....friends....family.... We are in awe and more thankful than words could ever describe. We see the answers to so many of your prayers daily.

Life throws lots of curve balls. But I see every day that God will never fail to send you the strength you need to keep moving forward....even when you feel your legs are too weak....too exhausted....

He is in the details. It's us that just have to remember to look.  As my sister frequently says....He will give us the grace we need to get through.

She definitely has her daddy's hair!