BLACK FRIDAY....I love black Friday. I love getting up super early and shopping. My Dad and Sister Sarah came to watch the kiddos for a few hours. Greg and I left the house at 4:30. We went to Toys R Us, the line was soooo long. It moved pretty quick though. We got just about everything we wanted. People were different this year. Not as crazy. It was a bit odd, but wonderful. After that off to JC Penney's. I gotta tell you about the AWESOME deal I got. Yes I went shopping for me too. I got a nice wool dress coat and a leather jacket. When the cashier rang it up it came to $450.00. After the sales and my friends employee discount card (thanks so much LC!) it came to $70.00. Can you believe it?! I was so excited. After that we had breakfast with Pat and Shantel at Bob Evans. We had the worlds slowest waitress. Then off to Walmart, where I finally got my Black Christmas Tree!!! I have wanted one ever since I went to Kraynak's in PA. They had a big beautiful black Christmas tree that was decorated with silver and white. It was beautiful. Do you know how hard it is to find a black tree? I have looked forever. Well I got one and it was the last one in the store. Since it was the display model I got an extra 10% off. The only down fall.....it's only 4'. Oh well, It will look awesome in our dining room.
This morning I went to church, and when I got there I stood and stared at the bulletin board for about 5 minutes. On the board there is a picture of the babies. They were 2 days old in the pic. Underneath is a recent pic. I just stood there and everything seemed to hit me like a flood. All feelings and emotions from that time last year. Not even the Dr's thought they would have made it. I remember the first time I saw them in the NICU, I left thinking there is no way babies that small live. I remember touching their small hands and remembering how their entire hand was the size of my thumb nail. I remember living on total faith. Hopes and Prayers were my only inspiration. I honestly thought they weren't ever going to make it home. I remember my prayers every night begging God to please let my babies live. Please make them fighters, help them through this. I made so many promises during those 5 months, more than I can remember. Tears started to fill my eyes, so I went into the church and sat down. A few songs into the service we sang a song titled "I am Blessed" Boy did that song hit home. I realized that I AM Blessed. I sang that song so loud....sorry to anyone who could hear me. It was so hard for me not to burst out into tears. I know there are days where I complain at how hard it is, and how I don't know if I can take anymore. I know how there are days I forget how very blessed I am. But as God as my witness I wouldn't change it for a thing. God doesn't give just anyone triplets. God doesn't let everyone bring their babies home. I'm still not too sure why he picked us, but I can tell you Greg and I both are so much stronger now. Much stronger than we were a year ago. We witnessed a miracle, and so did our friends and family, who seen everything that happened in those months. The whole NICU experience has opened our eyes to so much more. We have done so much more for people than we ever have before. We have so many plans of how to help others who are in similar situations. You know that could have been the reason for all of it....I don't know. It just goes back to those 2 sayings that I live by everyday....
Everything happens for a reason.
and
What doesn't kill you will make you stronger.
I can't believe in 15 days the babies will be a year old. I can't believe how fast this year has went. It seems like just yesterday they were still in the NICU fighting for their lives. I thank God everyday for these little fighters. My babies are truly fighters, they are so strong, they have been though so much. I pray they will only get stronger. I pray they stay healthy. I pray that all 4 of my children will grow to do great things. I am so proud to be their Mom. What doesn't kill you will make you stronger.
My Sis held this 20 oz bottle up against Ryan for comparasion. Ryan was a month old here.
This tape measure is 12" long. When Ryan was born he was 11 3/4"
Dylan looks like he's praying.


2 comments:
Shelly & Greg!
I have watched these babies grow from the side lines. You are such good parents and people in general. I am so thankful that these 4 children were special enough to get the gift of great parents, that love and cherish them, and would do anything in the world for them. Thank you for sharing as much as you do about these gorgeous kids.
Sounds like a nice Thanksgiving! My babies are not doing well with textures, so we didn't try any "real" food. Maybe I should try a food mill.
Sounds like a great deal on your jackets...don't you just LOVE that! I got some clothes for myself and I was so pumped at the deals I got.
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