A List of Firsts...

First off, I want to thank everyone for your support of my last blog entry. It really means a lot to me that people still care, let alone are still reading my *mostly* pointless drivel. So after such an emotional post, I thought I would share some firsts with you all:

First time I was able to get them all looking at the camera at the same time

First day of Second Grade

First day of Kindergarten

First time (in a long time) they have taken a sweet picture together

First time you can tell that he actually has hair in one of my blog entries

NOT the first time he has been a huge mess

First time he stuffed his little body into the cabinets and closed the door

Thank you all for sharing in our "firsts". God bless you all!

Acute

Acute. What does that mean to you? Before Luke was born, the word acute meant geometry. It reminded me of measuring triangles in high school. After Luke and James, acute has taken on an entirely different meaning.

Acute is no longer a memory of Mr. Davis' class in ninth grade. No, it is something much more profound, much more difficult to comprehend. Acute is not a word that a parent wants to hear or for that matter, feel. When I hear the word acute, I cringe.

Medically, I have heard acute many times. It is as if it is "the queen mother of dirty words" (to quote A Christmas Story) in the medical field. No parent ever wants to hear of their child having acute pain or that he is in acute distress. It's just not natural.

This post is not about the word acute in terms of medicine. It is actually about the acute emotional pain that I still feel at times. The pain that is so difficult at times, so unbearable, that only tears can make it go away. I understand why we lost Luke: he was very sick. I understand that he is much better off where he is than what he may have endured here on earth. Although I can comprehend the bigger plan of Luke's life, it doesn't make it easier to accept the fact that Tommy and I lost our child. He is no longer with us. The acute pain of losing him will always be there.

In the blog world, you can find a lot of people just like you: stay-at-home moms, bakers, political junkies, and yes, mothers who have lost a child. I have been fortunate enough to find some amazing moms online who share membership in the same club as I do: those who have lost a baby due to a CHD. I have been able to share my acute pain with them and vice-versa. I have cried with them, vented with them, and have shared my most precious memories of Luke with them. I have found camaraderie with these women and I thank God I have found them.

One thing that I admire about my fellow angel moms is their uncanny ability to be brutally honest on their blogs. I have tried to be as candid as possible on this blog, but many times I have failed. Am I always truthful? Yes. Are there things that I have wanted to say, but haven't had enough courage to do so? Definitely. So, here I am, trying to be Brutally Honest Bernie, praying that I do not offend anyone.

The truth? The truth is that much of this acute pain is due to hurt that I feel has hardened me over the past 2 1/2 years. Don't get me wrong, losing Luke changed me more than I could have ever imagined. But it is what happened after we lost Luke that I believe has hurt me even more. It was the person who would go out of her way not to talk to me so that she wouldn't have to talk about my baby boy. It was the one who told me that the reason she didn't come to his funeral was because it would have been too difficult for her. It was the woman who questioned why we had an open casket and if I saw him take his last breath. It was the priest who didn't call after we lost him, even though I was his employee. It was the person who told my dear friend that I would be alright because I had other children. It was the very pregnant woman smoking at the outlet mall. It was the teenage mother who stabbed her newborn to death so that no one would find out. It was the countless number of babies who are given a death sentence because they are not perfectly formed. It was and continues to be those closest to us who refuse to acknowledge the fact that he lived and died. He lived. He died. I pray that one day they understand that fact and show compassion to us. That they can put aside their self absorption and understand what we face each day: our baby is gone.

Whew! See? Acute emotional pain. I've got it and until I can release it, it will stick with me. I pray that all of you are braver than I am and that you are not holding onto to any acute pain, whether it be physical or emotional. May God bless you all and thank you for letting me vent!

Miracles

I haven't blogged in so long. We were out of town for a while and I sat down to write a post a few weeks ago, but never finished it. I think that I am like the summer: lazy. I have loads of pics to upload and post...one day. The kids start school two weeks from today. I can't believe I will have a second grader and a kindergartner!

So...onto my post about miracles. I have probably written about miracles before (a lot) and I know that I have mentioned that Luke got his miracle: a chance to be with God and free from pain. But over the past week, I was reminded of even more miracles...

Mother Teresa was an amazing woman. Her 100th birthday is coming up in August and as a celebration of her life, her relics are touring around the country. Our church was blessed enough to host the relics on Friday and we were able to see them. Luckily, our sweet Nana was in town and she was able to see them, too. It was a really wonderful experience. To see sandals that this angel on earth wore, to see the crucifix and rosary that she carried, to see (in pictures) the work that she had done during her life and the lives that she touched was very intense. Mother Teresa gave all of herself to those who were less fortunate. I am particularly touched by the way that Mother Teresa was with children and babies. There were a few Missionaries of Charity (the Society of Sisters started by Mother Teresa) at the veneration. Tommy and I told the sisters about James' issues and his diagnosis. They seemed very interested in his story and even gave us a special prayer card for Mother Teresa that was blessed in the Vatican. They told us that if we experience any miracles to call a special number. How cool is that? The sisters held James (although he was almost as big as one of the little nuns that held him--Tommy said that he almost knocked the tiny woman over!).

Of course, I already know what miracles each of our four children are. In their own little ways, they are such blessed miracles. Emily has been blessed with a kind heart and she is compassionate to all others, especially those who are hurting or sad. I am so proud when I see her and her gracious ways. Matthew has been blessed with a miraculously old soul. He asks the most thoughtful questions about God, heaven, and life. The strange thing is that I think he already knows all of the answers! Luke was blessed with a tough spirit, full of energy and wisdom. As I have said before, he lived more in his 5 1/2 weeks that most of us will live in 100 years! We all know that it is a miracle that James is even here with us. Not only did his fluid levels drop in half within two weeks, but after he was born it was discovered that he had two true knots in his cord. I have an ultrasound picture of James' foot. When I look closely at it, I see a tiny hand wrapped around his ankle. I know that it isn't James' hand and I believe that it is our Luke's hand, watching over his baby brother. One day, I will post the picture to the site to share what I see.

Below are some pictures from our visit to see the relics of Mother Teresa.

Matthew admiring a special relic with some of Mother Teresa's blood (the one on the left had a strand of her hair)

Emily touching her medal to the case which holds Mother Teresa's sandals

A few of the Missionaries of Charity holding James

I love that this sister took James to the altar and blessed him. What a treat! Emily was pretty impressed, too. :)

I was reminded of another miracle today. I have spoken ab0ut my dear friend, Jill, in the blog a few times. Jill and I have been friends since 6th grade. Jill had long, curly, blonde hair and we were all envious of it. She was smart and musically talented. Naturally, I wanted to be friends with her. We remained friends through high school, through my move to Argentina, and even managed to share a room during all four years of college. Jill is also very faithful and I love that we can share our faith. Today, Jill and I were talking about our visit to see Mother Teresa's relics and she said, "you may think this is crazy, but I think you did experience a miracle last week".

So now you need some background...Tommy and I have decided to participate in a research study about left-sided heart defects and their genetics (shout out to Blake's mom Christie Huggins for sharing the info.). As such, we thought it would be good to have everyone's hearts checked via echo cardiogram. Luckily, Emily and Matthew's hearts were perfect (James' was checked before and after birth). Mine was also perfect. Then, Tommy received a call from the cardiologist. They told him that his echo came back abnormal. They performed a special test on him called a bubble test as his EKG was abnormal. The bubble test is an echo where saline is injected into the vein and it is watched as the saline goes through the heart. If the saline bubbles, it indicates a possible hole. Tommy met with the cardiologist and she told him that the tests indicated a possible ASD or PFO and that he would need a TEE (where they put a tube down his esophagus and look at the heart via echo from the inside). Tommy has always had a murmur, so we weren't too surprised that the echo was abnormal. Sooooo, the TEE was last week. When the cardiologist came out (Tommy had to be sedated), he told me that Tommy's heart was "perfect". What? Perfect? No ASD? No PFO? WOW!

So this is what Jill meant by our miracle. She shared that God knew we wouldn't be able to handle another heart defect. That He knew how to heal Tommy's heart. Tommy saw the bubbles as they crossed over his septum. The cardiologist showed him the bubble test. God heals and God healed. Thank you, Jill, for sharing this. God put you in my life so long ago for a reason. You are a miracle to me.

Other miracles are still happening, not only in our lives, but in the lives of others. There are so many miracles who are born each day, fighting for their lives. Thank you for your constant prayers for these children and their families. God bless you all and check the site soon for pics from our summer trip!

Dream Night

Hi guys! Wow is it hot here in Memphis! I seriously feel like we are back in Houston. Last summer was a lot more mild and a lot less sweaty! On Friday, we were invited (by Whitney Smith--creator of Luke's Tree) to attend Dream Night at the Memphis Zoo. Dream Night is a special night for Le Bonheur and St. Jude patients. They closed the zoo to everyone else and patients and their families were able to see the animals, chat with zookeepers, and ride the rides for free. King Cotton served hot dogs, sausage, and fixin's. It was a fun time but a sad reminder of all the sick children in this world. You guys are great prayer warriors and I ask you to always keep these sick kiddos in your hearts and minds. I wanted to share some pics of the night as well as a video of the kids on the merry-go-round (James' first time)...

Tomorrow the kids and I will head to Le Bonheur for the grand opening celebration of the new hospital. I am making a sign tonight and I will post pics soon. I am so excited as Gordon and Maria from Sesame Street will be the special guests. I think they have lived on Sesame Street since I was a kid! Emily and Matthew asked if Elmo would be there as James LOVES him, but I found out today that he will not be in attendance!

Please continue to pray for sweet Blake Huggins. He will need a pacemaker placed this week and Christie and Kyle are (understandably) nervous about it all. Hopefully this will resolve his rhythm issues and he will get home SOON! Christie tells me when you all write to her and she is so appreciative. I actually spoke to her a few days ago and she sounds so strong and hopeful. It is great to hear that in her voice.

God bless you all and thanks for checking in on us--you have no idea how much we appreciate your kind words and prayers.

"You look beautiful Emily."

These were the words spoken by our handsome five year old as his sister left to dance in her FIFTH recital. How much sweeter could Matthew get? It melted my heart when he said this, totally unprovoked. The arguing began a short time later, though, so the kindness was short-lived. But it is during times like this when Tommy and I realize how much they truly love each other. As I said, this was Emily's fifth recital. She has come a long way since her first (at three years old) when she held an umbrella in front of her face during her entire dance. Emily danced as a Scottish doll during the first act, which was a scaled down version of Copelia. It was beautifully done. The second act was a variety show and Emily tapped to "It Takes Two". She continues to grow in her dancing ability and she is moving up to level 3 next year. She is so excited!

Our little Scottish doll

Goofy kids. Our sweet neighbor Bailey (who is going to college next year...so sad about this one as the kids love her) watched James for us--he wouldn't have been able to make it through the entire show.

"Matthew, give Emily a kiss." Poor Matt.

I just wanted to leave you with a pic of little chunk. He had a blast playing with the sprinklers on the last day of school. Can you see his tongue?!?! Nope, because almost half of it was cut off!!!! He is doing so great and is learning something new everyday (especially with the help of Sissy and Bubba).

I just wanted to give you guys an update on Blake Huggins. His bowel sounds have returned...I know you guys are great at praying for POOP (remember James in the NICU?), so I am asking you to pray that Blake's bowels start working like crazy and that he poops! Christie let me know that she really appreciates all of the support she is getting...thank you.

I have another quick request...she'll probably kill me for doing this, but I would like to ask you all to pray for our friends Kelly and Tim and their kiddos Dexter and Abrielle. Kelly and Tim are two of the most selfless people I have ever met. Kelly has been such a wonderful support for me since we moved here and I look up to her so much. She is also the one who made James and Matthew's awesome birthday cakes (http://www.kellylowrycakes.com/). My personal fave is her chocolate chip cookie dough cake. Ummmm...yummy! Anyway, back to the request (food always gets me off topic): in being the selfless and loving people that they are, Kelly and Tim are in the process of adopting a special needs child from Bulgaria. This process has been long and they are yearning for their child to come home to them. As I said, Kelly and Tim have requested a child with special needs (did I mention that they are selfless?) who is a toddler. I talked to Kelly today and she sent out an e-mail later in the day. Their information has been received by the Bulgarian government, but they are waiting for the "perfect match" for Kelly and Tim. As you know, the government tends to do things a little more slowly than the private sector, so things are not moving as quickly as everyone would like. Kelly and Tim were hoping to have their child home with them this spring, but it hasn't happened. Please join me in praying that Kelly and Tim get the "call" and that they can travel to Bulgaria to pick up their child. Can you imagine how difficult it must be for Kelly and Tim to know that their child is waiting for his/her Mommy and Daddy but red tape is keeping them from getting him/her? It really breaks my heart.

Thanks for all of your support...you guys ROCK! Please remember those who are suffering as well as those who have passed. God bless you all!

URGENT Prayer Request...

The other day, I told you about the Huggins Family. Blake had his Fontan on Thursday and was doing well...until today. Blake has had some rhythm issues today which they were able to get under control with an external pacemaker. His heart was beating steadily at 200 BPM--not good. Like I said, they were able to get that under control, but the rate is still higher than his usual rate. This evening, Blake's little tummy stopped making rumbling sounds. Again, not good. They tried meds and they did not work, so they told Christie and Kyle that Blake needs to rest and see if his bowels start moving on their own. Please visit http://www.kyleandchristieplus3.blogspot.com/ and leave a message of encouragement. I PROMISE you that little notes, even from strangers, make a parent feel better. It gives us hope through prayer and it reminds us how much our warriors are loved. God bless you all and God bless little Blake.

Prayer Requests

The Haberman Clan is doing well and trucking along during these HOT summer weeks. We are looking forward to a few fun trips to Georgia and Houston as well as swim lessons and VBS next week. Emily's dance recital is this weekend and we can't wait to see her perform.

I am writing tonight to ask a few prayer requests for other families tonight. I think we have hit our limit for a little bit! These are BIG prayer requests and I ask that you help these families...
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the Huggins Family. Kyle and Christie have three children (Lauren, Blake, and Tristan). Tristan passed away a month ago of complications from HLHS. He was born at 25 weeks gestation and lived for 23 minutes with his mommy and daddy. Blake also has HLHS and is going into surgery tomorrow for the final stage of HLHS repair, the Fontan. Blake's heart function should improve greatly after this surgery, but it is always scary when your child has surgery, especially open heart surgery. Please pray that Blake recovers quickly so that this sweet family can be together at home soon. Christie and I talked for a long while a few weeks back and I was amazed at her strength and faith. If you have a minute, please visit http://www.kyleandchristieplus3.blogspot.com/ and leave Kyle and Christie a note of encouragement--I know they would really appreciate it.

Another quick prayer request is for sweet Baby Asher. If you remember, I have spoken of Asher in the past. He is another sweet HLHS baby who has been through SOOOOO much. He also had a stroke and is learning to use his right arm like a wild man! Asher's mom and dad (Charity and Wallace) are so in love with this little boy and he is just the cutest little chunk. Asher had an echo cardiogram the other day and it showed decreased heart function. So...Asher will have a cath soon in hopes of widening his aorta. If it works, awesome. If it doesn't work, it most likely means a heart transplant. This really scares Charity, but she is so strong and has faith that the cath will work. You can visit their blog at http://www.arocksurvivorman09.blogspot.com/. Please take the time to read Asher's story--this kid has been through A LOT! I know that Charity and Wallace would love to read any comments.

Another quick prayer request for my sister's work friend. He and his wife lost a baby girl today. I don't know the details, but any time a child is lost breaks my heart. Please join me in praying that this family finds peace in their grief.

I hope I am not being too much of a bummer tonight. These kiddos are amazing and I just want to make sure that they get all of the support they can get. They are big fighters and I know they will do great. May God bless you all!