Crying According to Dylan...

When we first brought Lennox home from the hospital, Dylan asked me why babies cry so much. I proceeded to tell her the reason was because they can not talk and it is the only way they can tell you what they need or what is wrong- it's their way of talking. This is true. But apparently Dylan translated this to mean I am some sort of baby whisperer. Seriously, as plain as day, with a stone-cold serious face, she turns to me almost every time Lennox starts to cry and asks me, "What is he saying?" This girl is detail oriented too, she doesn't want a general overview of his need, she wants an exact wording of what he is trying to communicate to me. When I tell her, "He's hungry," or "He wants out of his carseat," she says,"Nooooo, what is he saying?" So, I have to come up with the right response as to specifically exemplify the emotions that are pouring out from each cry. Like I said, she thinks I am The Baby Whisperer.

Colors According to Dylan...

Back when I was pregnant with Lennox, Dylan was able to come to several of my sonograms at my specialist's office. Well, the sonogram machine was connected to a huge flat screen TV mounted on the wall. While we would wait for the doctor to arrive to perform the exam, a screen saver would pop up. One of the many pictures that would scroll across the screen was that of a set of babies lined up in only diapers. They were cute little chunky babies, of all shapes and shades. Well, one in particular caught Dylan's eye. She was a little African American baby girl with big, curly hair. Well, that is when Dylan asked me one of the sweetest questions, "Mommy, can we get one of those brown babies next time?" I grinned a big grin and answered her, "I sure hope so."

Dylan most certainly is not color-blind. She sees every color people come in plain as day and in her own words, upon viewing an Asian woman, "She's beautiful."

Prayer Requests according to Dylan...

Here is the first entry in the series, According to Dylan.

Dylan is more consistant than me in her prayer life. I do so much better when I keep a prayer journal, this entry is actually spurring me on to start keeping one again. Prayer journals help keep me on task, keep me consistant in praying for specific things and people, and I can look back to see answered prayers.

A long time ago, Dylan asked for a sister. I told her that she was asking the wrong person; she needed to ask God for a sister. I reminded her that the Lord is the only one that can grant her request. She hasn't forgotten and nearly every time she prays; she asks him. I love that.

Nearly every phrase in her prayers start with "Thank You." So, the petition for a sister is no different. She says, "Thank you for I want a sister." Love it.

The beginning of a series: According to Dylan

I have decided that you guys should start hearing some of what Dylan has to say. I really need to start writing down some of her phrases, because she is either unintentionally adorable or intentionally hilarious. I must share!

It's Easter everyday!

Sorry so delayed, I've been a little busy, you know!

Well, December 28th seemly went off without a hitch. I delivered in about 12 hours from induction, I only pushed a few times, then I had to stop because my doctor was stuck in traffic! I had to wait 25 minutes for her to get to the hospital, then I just pushed a couple of more times and Lennox was here! All 8 lbs. 15 oz. of him! What a big boy for being considered a "preemie!" Well, the question had loomed for a while about his size versus his age. I had failed my 1 hour glucose tolerance test, but was retested on a 3 hour scale and passed. Apparently, I had developed Gestational Diabetes after those tests were done (at 28 weeks) because Lennox was born with low blood sugar and it continued to plummet and was rushed to the NICU after we got to spend some time with him. After 4 days of being slowly weaned off of a glucose IV, we were able to take him home! Praise the Lord! Needless to say, his doctor told me I was probably a "Closet Diabetic" and I needed to be eating like one. So I have made some changes, and more are to come. I don't want to do that to another child, or myself again! I was released from the hospital on Wednesday and Lennox had to stay until Friday. This left me with no place to stay but home. I am breastfeeding him and I needed to strictly every 2 hours to get him off of the glucose drip. The nurses and doctor from the NICU made one of the empty NICU pods a room for me with a fold out bed. I cried! They were so awesome and definitely a gift from the Lord. I didn't ever miss one feeding with Lennox and I got to stay right down the hall from him in the same ward. It was definitely a wonderful thing!

With all that said, he is here! Finally! In the fullness of time, God saw fit to bless us with a son and Dylan is no longer an only child. She has been praying diligently for a sister now. It is so sweet, and we pray that God would grant her petition. She has asked for one with color for a long time and since seeing all the children in Haiti on the news, she's begun praying for a little sister.

God is good, not because he gave us another child, but he is good because that is his very nature. He is good, because he is God! Happiness is dependent upon circumstances. Joy is dependent upon God. May all of our joy be found in him. He alone can grant us that lasting, eternal joy! Amen

Last good glimpse of Lennox before his arrival!

I will be having two quick sonograms next week: Monday and Wednesday, to check his blood flow, heart rate, movement, and placenta along with 2 more 20 minute sessions of heart rate and contraction monitoring. Those will be my last two appointments with the doctors before I go in for induction on the evening of the 27th! He actually kinda got his hands out of his face for but a moment and we were able to get some pretty good pics of him at his big measurement sonogram yesterday. He's measuring at greater than 97% of his age- which by those measurements his dating would be 40 weeks (a term baby) but my dates (which aren't wrong- 'cause it's me and I am a stickler for dates, since I have to start my meds right away!) have his gestational age at 35 weeks, 4 days yesterday. I have myself a big boy in there! Enjoy the pics and the next ones I will post will be in person! Yay!