"It's time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and I would much rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure."
~ Ernie Harwell
Well, it's been a week since the babies left the NICU at Medical City, and what a week it has been!! The hardest part was saying goodbye to the people that we have grown so close to, so accustomed to, and that we will miss so much. I am very thankful that 'goodbye' only means 'until we see you again!' Saying goodbye is especially not easy when one is crying so hard that the farewell recipients could not even be seen!! (I have NO idea when I became so emotional!) I am happy to say that we have had a couple of familiar faces visit us, and we are expecting more. (So if you are a familiar face, and you haven't been for a visit yet, I have two things to say: 1.) you have an open invitation! 2.) we miss you!!
The babies have settled into a routine and are enjoying new friendly faces and lots of new activities. Dave and I strongly believe that Emmett and Owen handled the move and transition better than we have. They are strong resilient little guys! Emmett has a small infection, and wasn't feeling himself, but once that was addressed, he is back on top! Of course there have been other hiccups as well (J-tube balloons bursting, g-tube tubes almost slipping out etc., but fortunately, God continues to look out for our boys.
Ethan once again started a new school, but he was excited about meeting new friends and his new teacher, and seems to be handling the change incredibly well.
Liam (our 2 y/o) has been staying with our dear cousins Fred and Linda during the week and coming home on the weekends I miss my sweet little guy.
Which brings me to our move this past weekend. We found a house to rent that is perfect for our family's current needs: 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and a HUGE formal living/dining room that will be perfect for the babies and their nurses! I am looking forward to setting up a nursery for the babies, but we have a lot of needs to meet before we get to that point (like cribs!). I don't know what to expect as far as medical supplies and storage solutions. It will be a work in progress. And it will change as we move forward. I can't help but be excited that we are actually AT this point in our journey! I told Dave that I finally feel a sense of calm in my being. We don't have impending surgeries. We don't have to find a house. We don't have to move. We are here. And all is well for now. There is but one downside - my utter lack of motivation to unpack. It is a lease. We will be moving again. Enough said. *long sigh*
Dave and I would like to say a huge "THANK YOU!!" to a few people for sacrificing their Easter celebrations with family to help us move. His parents, Dean and Carol Ezell (who have helped us work through lots of life's doings), Jon and Sarah Ezell, (who have helped us numerous times since our initial move to Dallas), and Grant Potter (one of Dave's best friend's brother!). We could not have done it without you all!
Dave and I have been participating in as much training as we possibly can at Baylor Our Children's House (OCH). I don't think I realized how little I know until I started learning it; however, we were given a head-start on some of the training by some pretty excellent nurses at Medical City (*ahem Amber, Angie, Priscilla, Gail, Heather, etc. :o). I have begun learning about breathing treatments, vent settings, how to do breathing assessments, and a small amount of managing feeding pumps and maintenance. I am also being shown activities to do with the babies to encourage gross and fine motor development by some pretty great occupational and physical therapists. And I am learning new tricks from the speech pathologists as well!
Do the big question is 'how long will we be there?!' The answer is 'I'm not sure.' It depends on a lot of things coming together at the right time, and with God's help, He will see us through. In the meantime, we've got plenty to learn and to prepare for!
One last thing from me, and then some words from Dave:
For those of you who are worried that I will not continue to update you with the babies' progress - ease your worries heart! I promise I will continue to update you and provide pictures of four of the cutest boys that God has ever given me!
3 good things:
1.) a peaceful soul
2.) a beautiful place to call home
3.) new friends and new neighbors! (I'm talking about YOU, Sonny and Shirley!!)
Credit Where Credit is Due
The last week and a half has been a blur. In that time we have said our heartfelt thanks and goodbye-for-nows to our Medical City family, we moved the boys into a new medical facility, we have found a house to meet our family’s needs and we have moved into the aforementioned abode. Along with that list of epic life changes, we’ve tried to juggle work (Dave), new school routines (Ethan), new hospital routines (Jen and Dave), new traffic patterns in a new town, Easter, and somewhere in there find time to sleep. I think my blood pressure elevated slightly just typing this list. Needless to say, over the course of the past few weeks, God has lifted this weary family up on his shoulders and carried us to the next leg of our journey.
During this tenuous transition we have experienced an unparalleled outpouring of support. During the house-hunt Cassandra Stahl (our amazing realtor-we highly recommend her) worked very hard to help us find a home, but not just any home, the right home.
During the move to the new house, a number of folks stepped up and I’ll mention each one individually:
Dean Ezell (affectionately referred to by me as Dad) – You, sir, are spry for an older gent. Dad worked his tail off to make sure we were able to able to get everything moved into the house in just two days. Thanks for your help Dad. I owe you. Truth be told, you outworked some guys half your age. You should be proud of that feat. I know I am.
Jon Ezell (Cousin Extraordinaire) – You went out of your way to help family; that means something. Jon worked relentlessly without complaint to the finish. Thank you my friend. I’m in your debt.
Grant Potter (Affectionately referred to by me as Josh Potter’s smarter and better looking younger brother) – You gave up a day of hard labor for someone you’ve met once, and only knew by association. You showed the content of your character. Grant is a truly impressive young man with a very bright future, and I’m not just saying that because he helped me move. Grant I can’t thank you enough for your help. It means a lot more to me than I think you realized.
Our move into our new home occurred over the Easter holiday weekend. During the move some thoughts continued to surface for me and I thought I would share them.
First you need a little back story. When my wife and I were searching for the “right” house, our search came down to two houses. The first was a spacious 1 story house with a large ante-room just perfect for the babies. The second was a spacious 2 story house with an excellent play area upstairs for the older boys. Jen preferred one and I preferred the other and we actually got into an argument about which house would be best. The house I preferred fell through but we lucked out and were able to move into the other.
Christ sacrificed everything to provide the possibility for those who follow him to have an eternal home with him in heaven and we celebrate this on Easter. Thanks to Christ this world is not my home. Everything in this world is simply a gift from God to provide for our needs while we are here. Rather than argue with my wife about a house I wanted more, I wish I’d recognized God’s blessing and thanked him for continuing to provide for us. It is so easy to get caught up chasing after what we want that we forget to be grateful for what God provides.