First Song

As a singer and a music-lover, during my pregnancies I often think about what my babies first song will be. What will I first sing to them? Usually it's been "I am a Child of God" because, in the end, that's what I want them to know.

In the past I've sung to my babies within the first hour of life, usually right after delivery, in that precious time when they are first experiencing the world. Within that early time I have always wanted them to experience one of the greatest beauties of the world: music. However, Kate was born at 4:15 AM after an all-night labor. I was completely exhausted, so tired that I really didn't have it in me to sing.

The days have passed quickly and the adjustment to 3 small children, plus a newborn has been really overwhelming. There just simply isn't enough mommy to go around. Plus, Kate has been struggling with her Bilirubin counts, so the days have been filled with lab and Dr office visits and nights with phototherapy treatments.

However, this morning the other 3 kids went to play at grandma's and Kate and I were left at home to prep for another Dr's visit. I was feeding her in a quiet house and she began to fall asleep. She looked so beautiful lying still in my arms that, without thinking, I started to sing the old folk song "Beautiful Dreamer" softly to her. As soon as I began, she opened her eyes and stopped eating. She held perfectly still and, with the most peaceful yet joyful look on her face and light in her eyes, she listened. Then, when the little song was done, she softly closed her eyes and with the closest thing I've seen to it, she smiled and went to sleep.

It was a holy moment, a little gift amid the fatigue, worry, and craziness of the last few days since her arrival. Whether she'll love music the way I do, I can't say. Whether it will heal her and feed her soul the way it does mine, I'm not sure. But I know that in that moment I saw a glimpse of the big, beautiful Spirit inside her tiny body. And, I was witness to perhaps her first recognition of beauty--not the beauty of a voice but her recognition that there is beauty in this world.

 I wish I could capture that small moment somehow and hold onto it. I hope someday in Heaven we'll get to look back on moments like this. I think even in all the beauty and wonder of eternity I'll still treasure this moment of Kate's first song.

Pregnancy Wrap-Up

Prior to posting about Kate's birth, I wanted to record my feelings and experiences with this pregnancy for Kate and for myself, in case I'm ever crazy enough to attempt this again. I really love being a mom and I believe strongly that there are many Spirits who need a safe home where they can be loved. Each child in our home has come with their own unique qualities and each brings new interest and joy to our family. For those reasons, I would love to have more children. Plus, I have this feeling that our family is not yet complete.

On the other hand, pregnancy is tough and scary and it's getting harder with each child. A few months before this pregnancy began and at the suggestion of my doctor I had some laser surgeries on my legs to close down the worse of the damaged veins, the veins that had clotted during Lily's pregnancy. The theory behind the surgeries was that it would prevent clotting in those same veins and would likely lessen the varicosities and pain in my legs during future pregnancy. Sadly, this was not the case. While I'm glad those veins were removed because of the danger of their clotting, the pain was not any less. The legs didn't look quite as ugly as they did with Lily but the pain was just as intense.

With the pain in my legs and it's debilitating effects came much discouragement. I would come to the end of each day in so much pain I couldn't walk. By about November I was feeling really depressed. It seemed like forever until delivery and my other children are each at ages that require so much help. None of them are old enough to really care for themselves, so my inability to care for them made me feel like a failure all the time. Plus, because of the constant pain I found myself easily annoyed and frustrated with my little children who need and deserve all the patience I can possibly muster.

It was about then that BJ and I had some serious discussions about how we were going to make it through this time. We made some lifestyle changes that really helped. The long and short of it was that I needed to slow down a lot!

At BJ's strong urging as well as that of my mom and sister, I took Winter semester off from Dixie State. I didn't direct the Women's Chorus and I didn't teach any students on campus. I stopped singing in Lieto Voices and stopped as much of the running around as I could.

My mom and BJ started making trips to the grocery store for me. Mom started making dinner for us at least twice a week and the rest of the time we ate easily prepared meals that didn't require me to be on my feet for long.

Mom also took care of the kids two days a week during the day so I could rest and my friend Kari took them for a few hours another day, plus Sue and my sisters-in-law would take the kids for play dates, all of which really helped.

BJ made arrangements to do dental trade for house-cleaning, so Lupe, a sweet wonderful lady, began coming to help with the cleaning once a week. This both relieved my legs and lifted my spirits to be able to be in a clean house and not have the guilt of constantly feeling like I should be cleaning.

I also faithfully wore the medical-grade compression hose. Without them I couldn't make it through the day. They were so annoying and took about 5 minutes to wrestle on but they saved me from a lot of pain and from blood clots. My doctor also had me take a baby Asprin every day to keep the blood thin. I admit, I wasn't as diligent about this as I could have been, but I did often take it and again, it seemed to help.

All of these changes helped immensely and, while I felt embarrassed at needing so much extra help, I am so grateful for the willing hands who took over so many of my responsibilities during this time so that I could survive.

I also know that the Lord was mindful of me during this time. As January came around and through the remainder of the pregnancy, something amazing happened. In previous pregnancies as the pregnancy progressed the pain would intensify. I fully anticipated this and was dreading the last trimester, as the pain was already so intense during the second trimester. However, from January to the end of the pregnancy, I began to realize that the pain was more bearable. I know that some of this change was due to the lifestyle changes but I also know that it was in answer to prayer.

I was talking to my mom one Sunday in January and mentioned how I had felt my spirits really lifted that day. She commented that it must be in answer to the family fast. Apparently, though I didn't know it, my siblings, their spouses, and my parents and BJ had fasted for me. I later found out from my sister that these amazing family members were praying for me every morning and night and fasting for me each fast Sunday. My sister-in-law Angie said, "We wish we were closer so we could help you more but since we're far away this is how we can help."

I am certain that the blessing of some relief came as an answer to the fasting and prayer of my family, as well as in answer to so many of my own prayers for strength to endure. I feel unworthy of such blessing but so deeply grateful that so many faithful people were petitioning Heaven for me. I know it is not because I was deserving but because of my family's faith and the Lord's mercy that I finished this pregnancy without any blood clots and with a manageable amount of pain.

I'm so grateful that during this difficult time in my life I could feel the Lord's love and see His hand helping me bear the load both through the service of others and through His tender mercy and grace.

Kate- one day old

Kate and Mommy spent one day in the hospital following her all-night delivery. She was tuckered out after such an ordeal and, after a couple hours of awake time right after delivery, became a pretty sleeping little thing.

She's still a little swollen from delivery but what a sweet little face!

"You Can't Make Me (But I Can Be Persuaded)"

As a follow-up to the last post, I want to document some of what I'm learning as the parent of a strong-willed child. McKay has always been strong-willed. His little spirit came that way. As a baby he wouldn't ever fall asleep in public. He was too stubborn to lay his head down and let the world go on without him. As a 3-4-year-old he would throw huge crying fits and would have to be locked in his room until he finally calmed down. Now, as a 6-year-old we're dealing with this defiance related to attending school. I suppose he'll always be a challenging personality because of his strong-willed nature. 

But, there is an up-side to this kind of personality. My dad has always said, "He's going to be a wonderful adult! The qualities that are so difficult now will make for a strong, determined, creative, and successful adult. You just have to stick with it and help him get on the right path." That's certainly the trick, isn't it? Having the patience and strength to get him on the right path is no small thing. Yet I love this child so much and I see such incredible potential in him. When he chooses to behave, which is a significant amount of his life, he is delightful. The love I have for him gives me the courage and strength to keep searching for ways to help him.

I picked up a book the other day that seemed to describe McKay well. It's called "You Can't Make Me (But I Can Be Persuaded): Strategies for Bringing Out the Best in Your Strong-Willed Child by Cynthia Tobias. It's been a facinating read because she is a self-declared strong-willed child and raised a strong-willed child. She writes often from the perspective of the SWC and gives some valuable insights into how they view the world and how to work with their personality, not smother it. She also offered some small practices that help in dealing with SWC. I found the following to be especially helpful for our particular situation:

Turning Conflict Into Cooperation

• Choose You Battles-Decide which battles are actually worth going to the wall for--and go to the wall for them. One of our bad mornings was based around an argument about his outfit. It was 30 degrees outside and he wanted to wear shorts. I told him "No" that I didn't want him to catch pneumonia. We both chose our sides and neither would back down. I felt as the parent that I had to win once I had made an ultimatum and he, the SWC, was not going to be told he couldn't do what he wanted.  I have realized, I really do have to pick my battles, even to the point that I let him wear whatever he wants, matching or not, and let him deal with the consequences. It's tough to swallow my pride and let my child walk into school in shorts and a mismatched shirt or wearing his dad's XL sweatshirt, but, as Tobias says, "Will it matter in a year"? Probably not.

• Lighten Up, but Don't Let Up- Don't let your SWC get by with bad behavior; however, humor will often catch him off guard and may disarm him. Best of all, it can offer a "fire-escape-and opportunity to pull back gracefully and cooperate. Simply say, "Nice try." Then smile and stop talking. She goes on to explain that either he'll back down or he'll dig in his heels but at least you've given him the chance to save face. If you immediately go on the attack it will reinforce his resistance but trying to use humor you might defuse the situation.

• Ask More Questions; issue fewer orders-If you want an SWC to do something, asking a question that assumes the best in us almost always results in us moving toward what you want us to do. 

• Ask: "Do you know why I asked for that"? Most SWC's will tell you they don't have to agree with your reasons for doing something-they just want you to have some. No deep explanations, we just want to know one thing: What's the big deal? I've been finding this very useful. Instead of issuing edicts, if I help McKay know why I'm asking him to do something, he's much more likely to do it. I can almost see him realizing that instead of bossing him around I'm showing him respect and he responds respectfully in turn.

• Say the Magic Word: Okay-The word okay can work miracles because it helps the parent maintain authority while still sharing a portion of control. Asking, "Okay?" lets an SWC know that you realize he does have a choice. Remember to keep your voice firm and in control. Also, you're not asking your SWC for permission. You're simply acknowledging that he always has a choice-either to obey or face the consequences. I've found it's much more effective when I say to McKay, "Grab your backpack, okay?" than just "Grab your backpack". It seems completely ridiculous but somehow that "okay?" question gives McKay a feeling of power. To him it's me asking instead of me telling and that seems to make a big difference! During a few of our fights prior to reading this book he would cry and yell, "Why do you have to be the boss?" or "You always boss me around!" Somehow the work "okay" makes him feel empowered, not bossed.

• Hand out more tickets; give fewer warnings- In this section, Tobias explains her experience in the police force. During training they were instructed that when they pulled someone over they were either to give a warning or a ticket. If a warning was issued, the officer could give a lecture as well. However, if a ticket were issued, no lecture was allowed. Just deal out the punishment and move on. She explains that most SWC's would rather just take the ticket. The point is, you communicate your authority by holding on to the bottom-line accountability. Less talk, more action but always staying calm and firm.

• Make sure your SWC always knows your love is unconditional To me, this seems like the work that is done all the rest of the time. I believe McKay knows I love him but I've been trying to make more concerted efforts to really tell him. Giving him a huge, telling him I'm happy to see him when he comes home from school, praising his good behavior and mature choices, and looking him right in the eye and saying, "I love you, McKay" so that no matter what happens in those ugly moments, he won't doubt my love. Sometimes in his rage he says, "You don't love me! Nobody loves me!" I believe that's his 6-year-old self knowing he's not acting very lovable--a guilty response to his own behavior. But, just to be sure he never wonders, I'm trying to show extra love.

• Helping him want to go- Tobias shares a scenario about a SWC who didn't want to go to church and how the parents worked through it. It's a similar situation to McKay's school issue and I found it helpful. Here's a brief summary: 

Kelsey: I'm not going to church anymore. 

Dad (in a calm voice): Why? 

Kelsey: It's boring and I'm tired of it. 

Dad: We all get a bit tired of routine sometimes but the point of going to church is to learn more about God. What do you think would motivate you to want to go to church again? 

Kelsey: I don't know. 

Dad: How about going to church today and instead of listening your write notes about how you think it could be more interesting. You might be able to give some great suggestions for making church better for everyone. 

Kelsey: Do you know where I could find a paper and pen? 

Try to find out why your SWC doesn't want to go-but not impatiently. When you ask why, your SWC ma not know or be able to put his feelings into words. Try asking things like, "What would motivate you to want to go? or "What do you think the point of going to school should be? Make a concerted effort to listen to their responses. Their answers will almost certainly reveal more than you anticipate. Your SWC needs to feel he has input. The more you can involve your SWC in coming up with the solution, the better your chances of avoiding the problem.

Rain Cloud

These last few weeks have been tough. I feel as though a little rain cloud follows me around, casting shadows over daily life.

I'm certain some of it is tied to coming to the end of a long and painful pregnancy. I feel so ready to get my body back and begin to feel somewhat "normal" again. However, though I'm sick of being pregnant, I'm also terrified of the arrival of this little one and what it will mean for our family.

McKay has been going through a really difficult time lately. He has always been incredibly head-strong and strong-willed. He HATES to be made to do anything or to feel like he doesn't have a choice.

McKay is also a wonderful child. He is smart, creative, kind (when he wants to be), and sensitive. He thinks and feels deeply. Most of the time we see this side of McKay but lately he has decided he doesn't want to go to school and has been waging war on me.

It honestly feels that way. His issues are beginning to give me issues. Seriously. I feel like I can't shake this feeling of impending doom for when the baby arrives because he has become so out of control many mornings.

 BJ goes to work at 7AM so it's just me and the three kids. When everyone's well-behaved it's still a challenge to get McKay ready for school and help the other kids get breakfast, dressed, pottied, and feeling happy. Adding a newborn to that scenario stresses me out. I know I'll be exhausted from up-all-nights with the baby plus the ever-present needs of newborns to eat and be changed at unexpected intervals all while trying to manage the morning chaos.  

So, the previous scenario would be hard enough. But, we're way past that kind of scenario now. Currently McKay fights me about half the mornings each week insisting that he doesn't want to go to school. It starts with him informing me that he's not going. When I calmly respond that he is going he continues to complain for a while and then eventually works himself into a full on fit. Once he gets this way it's as if there is no more holding back. A switch flips somewhere inside him. He says words he shouldn't, he talks back to me, he screams at me and the other children. When put in his room he throws things and hits his door with things. He even tries to hurt me.

Cue the wide eyes and head shakes. The "You just need to be harder on him" or "Sounds like he needs a good spanking" "Have you taken him to a therapist?" "Do you think he needs medication?"

The truth is, I don't know what he needs and it kills me. I don't lose my temper with him. When I have in the past I see that it only feeds his fire. I speak calmly to him and never give in to letting him stay home. I don't let him walk all over me. He has had days of extra jobs after school, pepper on his tongue when he talks back, and privileges taken away. He's been put in time-out and grounded from friends, even spanked but nothing seems to help him.

Each day that he's thrown this fit I've ended up physically dragging him to the car, usually half-dressed because he won't get dressed. He's kicking and screaming all the way to the car and often screams all the way to the school. Once we arrive at the school he begins to cry, realizing that he's not going to get out of it. He often refuses to get dressed, even as we sit in the school parking lot. It usually takes between 10-20 minutes before he gets his clothes on. Most of the time I actually have to climb to the back seat and drag him out to make him go.

This whole mess is unbelievable. It is emotionally exhausting. I feel completely defeated and depressed every time I leave my 6-year-old at school in such a state. It is physically draining to have to fight him and drag him around as I'm now 9 months pregnant. But worst of all, it makes my heart absolutely ache to see the child I love so very much tearing himself to pieces. He is so miserable. Try as I might to explain that these consequences are just the natural results of his choices, he doesn't see that. He backs himself into a corner but won't back down. He puts himself through a horrible torture and it's totally self-inflicted. It's just awful to watch as a parent who loves him and wants more than anything for him to be happy.

And it leaves me feeling rather hopeless and very fearful of the coming addition to our family. How can I possibly care for all of these little ones when the oldest is making it so difficult? I can hardly wrap my mind around it.

As it stands, I've met with the school counselor, as has McKay, and she is trying to help us help him. Unfortunately so far the ideas haven't really worked. When I took him to a special dinner, just the two of us, and presented the new system the counselor suggested he just looked at me and said matter-of-factly, "This is never going to work, Mom. I just don't want to go to school." What he just won't accept is that attending school is not a choice he has to make.

I'm reading a few books, "1,2,3 Magic" and "You Can't Make Me: But I Can Be Persuaded" but so far I feel we're doing many of the things the books suggest yet  he is still not responding.

McKay is not a monster. He is a wonderful, bright, sensitive, kind, thoughtful, smart boy but he is also incredibly difficult sometimes. He never acts out at school, thank goodness, but these battles at home are becoming more than I can bear. It brings such a dark spirit into our home that affects us all. And I can't help but feel depressed about the extent of his pain and disobedience and my inability to solve the problem.

So, I wear a little rain cloud over my head. May it lift before this little girl arrives.

Little Miss Lily

What a fun little person this girl is! She is so delightful, we just couldn't love her more. She is now two and a half and has become very independent. It's actually a pretty funny comparison between she and Benson. Benson is almost five but he still wants help with many things. He doesn't get himself dressed or put on his own shoes, and is thrilled when someone is willing to feed him or accompany him to the bathroom. 

Lily, on the other hand, is constantly saying, "I do it!" usually with an exclamation point! She wants to dress herself, feed herself, put on her own shoes, and go potty all by herself. It takes us about four times as long as it used to in order to do anything. Leaving the house is a major ordeal when she has to put on her own shoes and coat, plus bring along her backpack of treasures. And, often she feels frustrated when she finds she doesn't have the dexterity to complete the tasks she attempts. However, she just keeps at it until she succeeds. It's a good thing I've slowed down so much this semester in preparation for the baby so that I can give her the time she needs to "Do it herself".

Lily continues to be a huge Mama's girl. I feel badly because I think it hurts BJ's feelings a little. She wants me to do everything with/for her. If I leave the house without her, she cries. At mealtime she wants to sit next to me or on my lap to eat. At bedtime she insists that I put her to bed. Last night she woke up in the middle of the night. BJ went in to help her and I heard her shouting, "No Dad, go 'way, want Mom!" She cried "Mommy" over and over again until I went in. I'm certain she'll grow out of it and probably become at total Daddy's girl but it's going to be a little tricky when the baby comes to have her feeling so Mommy-centric. I guess we'll all have some adjusting to do.

Truly though, Lily has been my little companion and friend. She is charming and outgoing. She loves to dance and sing. She has decided opinions and expresses them now in full sentences and with impressive clarity. I'm so grateful she's a part of our family.

Christmas Morning 2014

I would venture to say that this Christmas morning was the most fun yet! The kids were at great ages for understanding that Santa was coming. They wrote their letters to Santa and counted down the days till his arrival. They also each asked for some fun toys and were delighted at receiving some of what they asked for and a few surprises too.

Benson's Preschool has a "ziggle" and he loves it. He always reports on the days when he get's to ride the Ziggle at Miss Suzie's. Santa must have known how much he enjoyed it because he received one this Christmas!

Santa also brought all three boys (Benson, McKay and Daddy) each a Nerf gun. They quite enjoy having wars together. And, Lily likes it too! She runs through the room shouting and chasing while they play. She loves to be part of the action.

Lily got a play kitchen from Santa and lots of play food. She also found a sock monkey in her stocking and carried it around all day.

Benson loves to do puzzles and is very good at them! He got a new puzzle for Christmas and had fun putting it together.

We had to have this picture of Lily on record! She got a set of 7 pairs of underwear in her stocking and immediately insisted on opening the package. She then proceeded to make us put all the new pairs on her at the same time! It was hilarious!

Oh, and she wouldn't put any pants back on because she wanted to be able to see all the new pairs of underwear!

The kids, of course, stayed up late on Christmas Eve and woke up about 6:45AM on Christmas morning. So, they look a little bleary-eyed (like Mckay here).

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Lily got a tiny telescope in her stocking. She played with it for days, each time putting it right between her eyes (like at the top of her nose) and "looking" through it. 

And of course, this little sweet tooth girl found the candy in her stocking and started madly stuffing it into her mouth as fast as she could until we noticed what was going on! Nothing like candy for breakfast.

We didn't want Lily to miss out on any of Christmas morning so as soon as the boys woke up, we got her up too. However, she usually sleeps in later than that and was pretty tired all morning. Here she is snuggling with her Nana, Baba, and blankie. Who could ask for anything more?

The only thing McKay asked Santa for this year was a Robot. He was thrilled to get it! It's called a MIP and is controlled via cellphone. Of course Santa didn't bring him a cellphone too, so he uses ours. He loved to drive it around, have it dance, and pick up/carry items around the house.

Though he never "officially" asked for it, McKay kept saying how much he'd like to have a giant nutcracker at our house during Christmas.  On Christmas morning, there was a two-foot-tall nutcracker which McKay and Benson loved to play with.

Benson out demonstrating his Ziggle skills (which were quite good, by the way)

Nana and Papa spent Christmas morning with us. Here they are, opening our gift to them, a new set of luggage for their upcoming trip to Hawaii!

Though it's blurry, I love this picture of Benson and McKay giving each other a hug after opening their presents to one another (both Lego sets). They have such a great friendship and brotherhood. It makes me so happy to see how much they love each other.

Here Lily is playing with her new kitchen and play food. Below she's stringing her new beads. Once she realized that great things were inside the wrapped packages, she was ALL about unwrapping. 

We loved having Christmas morning at our home and watching our kids be so thrilled with their gifts. We felt blessed that they could have such a fun Christmas. Nothing brings greater joy than seeing your kids so happy. :)