Out for a Walk

Cade decided to walk his grashopper instead of riding his bike.

Cute & Happy Boys!

A part of me...

I'm not quite sure what I even want to say. I've been on the fence for months about blogging on this particular subject, for multiple reasons. I don't want it to come out the wrong way. I don't want a pity party. I don't want to seem ungrateful. I do, however, want to let it out. I do want to help and support others. I do want to use my voice for good, and I cannot do that without opening myself up and sharing, which we are repeatedly encouraged to do.

This week is "National Infertility Awareness Week." Did you know it had it's own designated week? Neither did I. It's a little funny to me. I know it's good to educate others and to become educated ourselves and this is what it does. And it did prompt me to post...seemed fitting. But I also don't want to put a stamp on my forehead that says, "Hey...look at me. I'm sad because my ovaries are a little confused, which makes it difficult to have babies." I don't want that label. I don't want it to define me, but it is a part of my life. It is a little (sometimes feeling like a large) part of me. It is there...always in the back of my mind. No matter how hard I try to push it away and pretend that it's not, it is still there.

I know I'm not alone. FAR from it. It affects 1 in 6 American couples. That's a lot. And I know many of you who have also experienced this is some way or another. For me, it's something that I became aware of quite awhile ago. It's not something new. I knew as a junior in high school that this was something that would be in my future. The issue reappeared during my first year of college and then again when I was newly married. Even though it's not a recently discovered struggle for me, 7 years later it still feels fresh. And that is what is so hard about it.

Just a little more history. After 4 years of working with doctors, I got pregnant with my twins through the means of InVitro Fertilization (IVF). IVF was a last resort and came only after multiple failed attempts through various other means.

But it wasn't all doom and gloom during those years. SO many great things also happened. Shane and I both finished our education, part of which was the opportunity that came to me to study with an amazing piano teacher at BSU, Del Parkinson. That, in and of itself made those years wonderful for me. We then both started great jobs, got ourselves well-established in a wonderful ward, and spent our time enjoying our simple and gratifying marriage. That time for Shane and me is sacred. Time that we would never give back, and the blessings we received were numerous.

During my pregnancy and for a small period of time after the boys were born, I felt like the issue, naturally, went away. Of course it did. We were busy celebrating our two babies and busy trying to feed two babies! Those babies are now working their way to becoming the cutest preschool-going 4-year-olds ever!!! We are still celebrating our two babies and will for forever.

We thought that after having our boys that the issue might resolve itself, but we are still waiting. At the beginning of the year, after months of preparation and due to the miraculous prayers and help from loved ones, we were able to attempt IVF once again. We couldn't have felt better about it. In our eyes, the stars aligned. Valentine's Day was our celebration day...the day that the blood work would be confirmed. I got the much anticipated phone call to be informed that it had been unsuccessful. That day is still so fresh. My heart is still aching. Will that ever go away? I'm not so sure that it will. I know that the Lord loves me and that He is aware of my struggles. I know that I am not alone or left without comfort. My testimony and faith are not shaken. But we are still allowed to feel pain and disappointment. That knowledge doesn't stop those feelings from coming...in any trial that we experience in this mortal life. And I don't believe that we should push those feelings aside, feeling guilty that we feel hurt, anger and disappointment. I believe that the Lord wants us to own those feelings and then turn them over to Him and allow ourselves to be comforted and healed. That is the beauty of the Atonement.

I wish I could just see the big picture NOW! Life is hard that way. Shane and I are faced with some difficult decisions right now and I feel like I struggle in receiving answers. I've been thinking a lot about Elder Bednar's talk given in General Conference about receiving personal revelation and am trying to do better in that regard. How grateful I am for inspired leaders. I am still blown away by the words spoken in General Conference that seemed to be prepared only for me. I cannot imagine facing this mortal experience without the knowledge of a loving Heavenly Father. I am grateful for my faith and my testimony.

I have so much to be grateful for. I know that things could be so much worse. So much harder. That so many have suffered in such greater ways. That is why I can also work to comfort those around me and mourn with those who are mourning. To look beyond myself and strive to serve others. I know the power of this because of the love and service that have been given in my behalf. The Lord has surrounded me with His love through the love of amazing individuals.

Despite the hurt that still lingers, the love of the Lord is felt.

Baby Love

Jake is nearly 2 weeks old and I finally got to meet him! About dang time! I've been dying to hold this little one but it was put on hold because of sickness. Now that we are finally on the mend, we got to spend the evening with Jason & Christy and their 3 boys! Meet Jake...

Man, Christy is one wonder-woman-mom! She now has three boys all under three! To say that she has her hands full is an understatement. But if anyone can do it, she can. She is such a strong woman and these boys are blessed to have her.

And I had to include Owen. He is one of my favorites and these pictures are too cute not to share. He is the newest BIG brother.

Our drive to and from their house was especially fun. Carson and Cade are so observant on commented on the beautiful mountains, rivers, tree tunnels, and elk...which were everywhere. See for yourself!

We are so excited for Jason & Christy. We sure love them.

All Growed Up

Wow these boys are cute! They have been wanting hats to wear so I finally caved and got them $2 hats from Ross. Cade thinks he's actually Lightning McQueen in his hat and drove himself around the house all day today. They are in love...and man, they just look so grown up. Not babies. Not toddlers. Boys! Big Kids. It's weird. I miss their baby-look. But then I have priceless conversations with my big kids and just melt.

Tonight, they both went to beds in their hats. They always chose one thing/toy to sleep with. Tonight, they both went with hats. Made my day.

Emma Smith

I am touched by Emma Smith. She is inspiring. No one would have endured and experienced all that she and those around her did for personal glory or gain. I am buoyed up by their faith and testimony. Certainly I can endure my own personal trials and move forward with faith as I follow their examples and put my trust in the Lord.

Behold...

We found this beauty at DI for $1.50 a couple of months ago. Only, it was fully intact. This thing is slowly falling apart, wheel by wheel. It is also short a door and front grill. This Hummer has captured Carson's heart and he has shown it lots of tough love. I keep waiting for him to lose interest in it, seeing how it only has one wheel left but he still scoots it across the carpet everyday like it's brand new. The broken-ness hasn't phased him one bit.

SO, Carson has issues with going #2 in the diaper right when he wakes up. I try to grab him as soon as I hear him awake in his room to put undies back on and deed is ALWAYS done. He's sneaky. Lately, we have been harder on the consequences of him going in his pants. The time-out isn't enough to change his behavior at this point, so I've been thinking about something that might be more meaningful to him. My answer: that dang wheel-less "black jeep" as he calls it. It now goes in to "time-out" when he does his business in his pants and he doesn't get it back until he goes in the potty. It is working! It's just funny to me that this is what he cares about. I have felt tempted to throw that thing away countless times. Little did I know that it would be the key to solving such a stinky issue.