Our First Christmas

Christmas in our home was beautiful. Lot's of excitement as the kids made gingerbread houses at Grandma and Grandpa's house and opened more presents then we could count.

The best part? We had our first white Christmas in 18 years! A beautiful day to spend with family playing in the snow, making a huge snowman, and enjoying the birth of our Savior.

But many friends have noticed that I have been silent on my blog and they are wondering how I'm doing through the holidays. Some have asked me how I am doing and I have (almost) always given them my generic answer...fine, or good, or okay, and sometimes even great. They give me the a questioning look that asks me "Really? Are you lying to me?" They know me so well. Yes, I have been lying to most of you. The holiday's are very hard. There were days in the last few weeks that I just survived, moved through the minutes and struggled to keep myself together.

I am blessed by such wonderful friends. I have heard countless stories of mommies that felt like no one remembered the precious children that they have lost. I am so thankful that so many people have loved and cared about Timothy and remember him with me. I have received more hugs this year then I ever thought possible.

About 1 week ago we went to celebrate Christmas with Timothy. Our family and friends joined us for Christmas carols, Christmas tree decorating, and candy canes. To make our first annual Christmas visit even more memorable...snow! Even though it was bitter cold and our hands were too cold and numb to finish decorating the tree it was a great time to celebrate Timothy's life and remember him during this holiday season.

As much as I dislike the difficult emotions that we have faced throughout the last year I am forever grateful for Timothy's life. I love how he has changed me. I love how he has changed my family. I love how he has changed my friends. I don't fully understand God's plan and at times I find myself searching my heart and soul for answers to the questions that I have. Most of those questions remain unanswered, but I trust that the Lord my God has a plan and with His awesome, powerful, sovereign, love He choose to bless our family with a tiny little boy that lived for 2 hours and 50 minutes that we will love and miss for the rest of our lives.

A Timothy moment

I remember back when I was a small child and my parents took me on my first plane ride. I remember the first time I felt the plane take off and the excitement when I saw the clouds disappear beneath me. I loudly declared "Look mom, clouds!!"



This last week we took our children across the country to visit their Uncle Bill, Aunt Suzzy and cousins, Izzy and Mason.



I loved watching our little children's excitement as they saw the plane for the first time and watching the joy in their eyes when we began to lift off.



I will forever remember the words my three your old daughter said when we broke free from the clouds and saw the beautiful blue sky surround our plane. "Look mom, Timothy!!" All I could do was fight back tears and nod my head. She was so excited to finally know and understand "heaven" in her own little eyes. From now on, when ever I fly, this is what I will remember and think about.

back to the begining

Today marks the first day I start saying "one year ago"

December 5th, 2007

one year ago...

we had our positive pregnancy test

one year ago...

we began planning our wonderful new life with 4 children

one year ago...

we had no idea that a freight train was about to hit our family

Learning to trust again

I'm trying to learn how to trust God again. I wish that I knew that God has taken one child away from me and he will not take another away. Since I know that He never made me that promise I find myself in a constant state of fear. I don't know how to place my family in His hands without that fear. I desperately want to trust God and feel surrounded by his love and protection. However, I know that he never promised that I wouldn't feel pain and sorrow. I find myself fighting with God. Telling him that I have given enough and begging him not to take any more.

I guess that is why I am trying to learn to trust God again, and give him everything that I have.

His name in the sand...

Timothy's name has been written in the sand and it is beautiful!!!

Please check it out... click here.

Carly is a mommy that lost her son, Christian, January 26, 2007. She began going to the beach and writing the names of all our lost children in the sand. She began this project 4 months ago and has already written 665 names in the sand. What a special gift she has given us all. Thank you Carly.

Just scrapin'

My mom mentioned to me yesterday that I haven't blogged in a while. Yep-I have been busy! I am working really hard on Timothy's scrapbook. I know that it won't be done for months (I am a bit of a perfectionist) but I'm having a great time looking at all of his pictures. I am doing a digital scrapbook from scratch, wow, it's a lot of work!!

I found this picture and I just love it...look at his arms and legs...aren't they cute?

reflection

I am beginning to recognize a pattern beginning in my life. I will have a period of peace, followed by a day of frantic cleaning, then a day of quiet reflection.

Today I am enjoying my day of reflection. I have spent much of my time sitting on the couch looking out my window, just thinking.

I find myself getting ready to do some things that I haven't been able to do yet. I want to start Timothy's scrapbook, and I want it to be perfect. Wouldn't it be great if I could get it done by Christmas? I am also beginning to think about some grief counseling. I still don't know if I am ready yet but I think in the next couple of months I will be making that call. So, Angie, get ready and be prepared for a mommy with a broken heart. I am also thinking that I might be ready to watch all of the video we took of Timmy and make it into a little movie that we can share with our friends and family that didn't get to meet him.

I am trying not to reflect on the things that I can't change. I can't bring him back...but I can honor his memory. I can't go back and fix all of those things that I regret...but I can remember and enjoy all of my favorite memories. I can't give him any more hugs or kisses and I will never be able to hold him again...but I can give all my love to my other 3 children and my husband, so I will never wish I had given them more.

I am trying to come up with a great way to honor Timothy's memory this Christmas. I would love any suggestions that my wonderful blog readers might come up with...

He's here!!

I can hardly believe that today marked the 3 month anniversary since we held Timothy. It has been filled with so much emotion; excitement, fear and joy.

Many of you already know my closest friend, Karen. She was with me the day that we received Timothy's diagnosis, the day he was born, and the day he was buried. Many of you may not know that she was also expecting her 5th child through out all of these up's and down's.

I finally received the call late last night. Karen was going to the hospital to deliver her little boy, Jonathan.

I was instantly excited. I couldn't wait to see this little man that I already loved so much. Her sister (a close friend of mine) and I spent the night in the waiting room talking, giggling, pacing and praying. Finally at 5:00 am we had to go home to allow our husbands to go to work.

During the night I had many flashbacks to my labor with Timothy. I could vividly remember the smells in my room and I remembered watching and hearing the decelerations on the monitor. I remembered praying that we would be able to have some time with him.

There were moments today, while I was waiting for baby Jonathan, that I was almost paralyzed in fear. I have a real understanding of the complications that can occur and how instantly a happy ending can turn into a real life nightmare. I desperately needed God to put his loving protecting hands on both Karen and Jonathan through out the labor. I waited at home with constant prayers on my lips and many tears in my eyes for the news that he was safe and sound in his mommy's arms.

I finally felt true joy when I heard that he had arrived at 10:21 am, weighing 7 pounds 11 ounces and 18.5 inches long. He is a beautiful, precious, wonderfully made child of God.

Karen- I am so proud of you! Your strength and courage have amazed me since the first day that I met you. You are the most wonderful mother and wife that I know. Thank you for your friendship, your support, and for sharing your wonderful family with mine.

Timothy- I held your best friend today! Everytime I watch him grow I will think about you. When I see him take his first steps I will see you taking those steps with him, and when he is running around the yard I will see you winning the race. I will find joy in every moment that I am blessed to experience with your little buddy, Jonathan.

Karen and I are pregnant with Jonathan and Timothy

Moments of joy

Wow. I haven't blogged in an entire week. This last week has been like a breath of fresh air for me. I felt like I was lifted up in prayer and able to breath again. I was even able to put my computer down and engage with my family again. I would like to send a huge thank you to everyone that has helped me through the hard days. I have never met many of you , but all of you have helped my tremendously. Some through emails or comments, some through hugs or cards, almost all through prayers.

I don't really know how to write about my good and wonderful moments on the same blog that I write about my feelings of emptiness that I have without Timothy. But in truth my life is often filled with joy.

I would like to share a little secret with everyone. After I delivered Timothy I realized how much I love blogging and decided to start a family blog. If you would like to see a few of my many joyful moments in the last couple of months you are formally invited to click here.

falling

Tonight I fall...

I fall into a deep pit of grief. A blogger friend once wrote that this is where we are supposed to be right now, and not to worry. We are falling with the grace and love of God surrounding us.

I look up and see the stars of heaven above at me, filled with love, grace, peace and joy, but I am unable to reach them.

I think about my life over the last 80 days and I see myself struggling. I struggle to sleep at night. I struggle to stay awake during the day. I struggle to take care of my children, take care of my husband, and take care of myself. I pretend that I am okay...visiting with friends and laughing, but I am struggling.

I have been searching. Looking for something in my life that is missing. I read blog after blog hoping that I will find what I am longing for. Tonight I finally realized that what I am searching for is gone. My sweet boy is gone. My heart will forever miss him. I miss him more with each passing moment, with every breath that I take. I want him back so bad that I ache inside.

Tonight I listen to Timothy's music and I cry. I hear the song that my wonderful friends sang/played at his funeral and I cry. I remember feeling him on my chest as he took his first breath and as he took his last, and I lose myself in grief.

As I fall I wonder where is the bottom...

Remembering Timmy

Emma: Dad, Mom, is Timothy looking down on us with God? Mom, Timothy's friend is the moon! Mom, Dad, Timothy is my best friend.

Austin: Hey dad, you think Timothy is playing football with God? (I said Yes) Well he is the Seahawks and he will beat God cause he is faster! Dad, Mom, I can't wait to see Timothy.

Kadin: Well, he just says what any 1 year old says. Points at something and says "baby"!

These statements by our kids is a small glimpse of the love our family has for Timothy. As hard as it is for families to go through losing a child, there is an overwhelming amount of love and joy for our little one.

As for me, his fragile body, smooth skin, his baby blues and most importantly, his resiliency to fight to meet us will always be remembered. My heart melts when I remember back to the moment Timmy looked for me when I said "hey buddy, it's your daddy".

Though today is the National Day of Remembering our little ones, let it not be the only day we pull together to help each other out and pray for one another.

Above all things, remember that the Lord is in control of everything.

Dad

A day of Remembrance

Today is the National Day of Remembrance for pregnancy and infant loss. This includes all babies who have died because of miscarriage, stillbirth, SIDS, or any other infant death.

Please join me in prayer today as we remember our little children that have blessed our lives for such a short time. If you would like a short list of families to pray for today please visit this site. Angie has been kind enough to open her blog for all families that have lost a child at any age to post a comment. Right now the list numbers 959 families. I'm certain it is going to continue to grow. Let's join together and storm the gates with prayer today...

Fall Fun

Timothy's big brother's and sister are getting ready for the fall festival. Every year they get to dress up and eat lots of candy. Normally we go to our church for a big costume party with lots of candy, but this year we are thinking about going to a local camp to celebrate.



Emma has decided that she doesn't want to be anything girlie. So, no princess dress or tierra. She is going to be a pastry chef. She has the big hat and an apron. She looks very cute and is happy as can be.



Austin and Kadin are thrilled this year because they get to dress up and fight crime together. Austin is going to be Dash and Kadin is going to be Jack-Jack from the Incredibles. They are going to look like real superhero brothers!



The Kidos really wanted to celebrate with their little brother. So last week we bought some teddy bears that are all dressed up and took them to Timothy.

We are waiting for his official marker to be done. It should be complete in about 1 month...

Letter from Timothy

To my Family,

I know it must be hard not to have me there, but I can tell you with all my heart that God’s glory is all around me. His Hands are warm and fill me with peace and joy. I have many wonderful friends to play with. I thanked God for answering my prayers to meet and spend time with you, but I am happy to be home.

Austin, thank you for protecting me and teaching me how to fight. Emma, I will always cherish your hugs and many…many kisses. Thank you Kadin for letting me sit with you and not squishing me; you have quite the squeeze. God blessed me with the most wonderful brother’s and sister.

Finally, thank you mom and dad for taking such good care of me. Mom, the warmth in your touch will always be with me, and dad your stern tenderness will always be remembered. I know that you both miss me dearly, and will carry me around in your hearts forever. Please don’t worry about me… I am singing with God.

I love and miss you all,

Timothy


The above letter was written by us to be placed in his memory book and memorial program. I wanted to share it with those of you that weren't able to come to his services.

Lincoln

I am not a huge music fan. That is probably why my wonderful husband (who is a huge music fan) didn't tell me that Lincoln Brewster was going to have a concert at our church tonight. Then a couple of friends told me that they had an extra ticket and asked if I wanted to join them. I can't tell you why, but I felt led to go.

Joel Auge opened for Lincoln. He asked us all a question. Would you be flabbergasted if God asked you to step out on the water? How would it feel to take that step and feel the cold water holding you up? Then he sang his new song "On the Blue".

I feel like God has already asked me to step out on the water. I already know what it feels like to feel the "water" hold me up. My entire life I wondered what it would be like to have God talk to me. I mean talk to me. When I ask him a question and I feel the answer in my heart. I have been blessed to have experienced this in my life. It has been very difficult to take those steps and learn this new type of trust. But Timothy was worth every step.

Lincoln Brewster is amazing. He is energetic and gifted. He has a passion for the Lord, his wife and his children. The concert was wonderful. Beautiful flashing lights and music so loud that you could feel it.

His final encore brought me to tears. Everlasting God.

When we were on the way to the hospital to deliver Timothy I was having a very difficult time. I was up most of the night, spent the morning vomiting, and felt like I couldn't breath after I got in the car. The song "Everlasting God" came on the radio and that was all I heard for the rest of the day. "Strength will rise as you wait upon the Lord..." "Strength will rise as you wait upon the Lord..."

Since that day I have received strength from that song more times then I can count. I love to turn the volume up and feel the music. It was amazing to hear it live. I'm pretty sure that I was the only person in the entire audience that began crying when the music began. I know that God used the opportunity to talk to me, to remind me that He is the everlasting God and He will give me strength. I know that my grief is still young and I have many more difficult days ahead of me, but I also know that strength will rise as I wait upon the Lord. He has already given me proof that this statement is true.

If you have never heard this song I highly recommend checking it out. It is the third song on Timothy's play list. Turn the volume up as loud and you can!

Missing Timothy

I went to church today and was thrilled to see and hold our newest addition. Little Lillian Joy was welcomed into this world 8 days ago by her loving mother, father, and 5 sisters! I loved holding her and looking at her. She is perfect in every way. A full head of dark hair, a little button nose and a couple cute dimples.



As I gave her back to her mom I began to miss my son. I am proud to be Timothy's mommy. I'm sad that I didn't have the opportunity to bring him to church and introduce him to all of our friends. I miss all of my mommy moments with him. I miss the feeling of pride that I would have had when a stranger noticed his beautiful bright blue eyes. I miss having the opportunity to smile when a mother tells me that I am crazy to have 4 children! I miss so many different things but most of all I just miss him...

Thank you Kari for sharing you daughter with me (she really is wonderful!). Thanks for letting me cuddle her and share in your joy. If you would like to see more pictures of Lillian click Here

the little things

Little thing that have helped me the most...

chocolate
memories
cards
friends
husband
sleep
family
emails
my children
pictures
babies
ice cream
showers
prayers
caffeine
applebees
flowers
skittles
blogging
hugs
cartoons
giggles
tears

2 months

I don't know where to begin. My life has been very different lately. I find myself filled with joy at one moment then sorrow or frustration a split second later. At the beginning of this journey I made the decision to make this blog "real" but (at the same time) not write things that might hurt those around me. This week I have had some inner struggles with anger and frustration (mostly with God). Since I don't want to say anything that might be hurtful to anyone (including God) I will keep those thoughts private. But as soon as I am able to begin to understand my anger more I might try to share more about this stage of my grief.

My grief was definitely compounded by the loss of Dan. We spent the day Saturday at his memorial service. It was a wonderful service that lasted 3 hours. He was loved many. About 400 friends and family members came to spend this time together and celebrate his life. It was extremely hard to be there. I couldn't stay seated. It was good that we choose to sit at the back because I was up and down the entire time. It was exactly 8 weeks since Timothy's memorial service and stirred up a lot of emotion for me.

If you knew Dan and would like to sign his on line guest book click here. To see the wonderful slide show of Dan's life click here.

Sunday was 2 months since Timothy came into our lives. We miss him so much! Our friends and family have done a wonderful job surrounding us and helping us remember and celebrate these milestones. We were given chocolate, cards and flowers. Since our weekend was filled with activity we weren't able to visit Timothy yet. We are going to go spend some time with him this evening.

I guess that I should say that we weren't able to visit Timothy at Hillcrest this weekend. Austin and Emma decided to make a place here at home that we can visit him anytime we want (at least until it rained).

See Austin's drawing. Timothy in his box with the ground above him... then the grass ... then the marker on top. He did such a great job. Emma's gave Timothy big eyes, two legs, hair and a huge smile!

the hammer and ice

Has anyone ever told you what a wonderful feeling you can get from taking a hammer to a freezer full of ice? What an awesome way to release some pent up anger and frustration! That is what I spend my evening doing today. Taking that hammer (are you supposed to use a hammer to defrost a freezer?!) to the 3 inches of ice that has accumulated over the last several years was one of the most satisfying feeling I have felt in a LONG time!!

update

I have just returned home from spending several hours at the hospital. I was thankful to be allowed to see and spend some time with Dan as well as give hugs and share tears with his family and friends. After extensive testing the doctors have come to the conclusion that Dan has lost all brain function. His parents have made the brave decision to allow Dan to give life to others and the transplant team has been called. They plan to spend the next day or so loving and spending time with Dan before they take him to surgery.

Please continue to pray. Pray for all of the wonderful families that will be blessed with new life... that their surgeries will go well. Pray for Dan's family and friends. He has a loving Mother, Father, two brothers and their wives, three nieces, two nephews, and numerous friends.

Update for Daniel

Thank you for your continued prayer for our dear friend, Daniel. Right now he is in the NURO ICU at Harborview Medical Center. At this time he is stable and has many friends and family members at his side. However, he is not expected to recover and Doctors are saying he will be meeting his Lord and Savior soon.

Prayer

My hands are shaking...

A very dear family friend has been in an accident and has a severe brain injury. At this time details are unclear but my understanding it that decisions are going to be made today about discontinuing life support for him. Please hold this family up in prayer. Pray that God will guide their decisions and that, God willing, Daniel will have a full recovery. I will post an update as soon as we know more.

What do you do

What do you do when your husband is in a different stage of grief then you. When he has different needs, desires and feelings. What can you do to keep him the important person in your life when you feel like there is little understanding. When you want to scream and yell and cry and cling in the same moment. When you are desperate to understand each other but lack the ability because all you see is your own grief. What do you do when your grief clouds your ability to understand your own husband?

You go for a drive and turn the music up as loud as you can. You get on your knees in prayer and ask God to give you a level of understanding. You sit quietly together and choose your words wisely. You leave a conversation unfinished for several days as you wait for the right words to express yourself. You realize that some things are beyond your control and forgive each other when lines are crossed. You tell him that you love him and that he is and always will be the most important person in your life.



Then, you go to your friends and tell then how hard this is and ask for them to lift your family up in prayer as you continue to grow and become the family God desires you to be.

wish...

This afternoon we were enjoying a quiet moment in our back yard when Austin picked a wish berry blossom. He held it out to me and asked me to make a wish. My wish was instant...I want Timothy back! I couldn't believe how fast that thought came into my head. Luckily I didn't say it out loud and Austin went on to wish for a new transformer. Just seconds later Emma scooped up another wish berry blossom. I was very surprised by her wish, she didn't wish for a new toy or game. "I wish Timothy was with us..."

Just another "normal" day in the Currey household.

The Network

I have become part of a a very special network of women that welcomes all new comers with tears in their eyes. Moms that have lost their children. We are almost a secret society that most people don't even know exist until they have a sudden loss.

We don't always know what to say to each other and we can't take the pain away but we try to support each other. We listen with an ear of understanding. I know 3 women personally that have traveled this road before me. It is wonderful how they can support me so easily. One of those special mom's will look at me from across the room and we have a moment of understanding. It only takes a split second and I realize that I'm not alone. She knows how hard this is and even though I have a smile on my face, there is so much more in my heart.

I am also getting to know several other moms and one dad through their wonderful blog's. I feel like I have become friends with them. I have a level of understanding for their emotional roller coaster ride. I am able to gain some comfort in knowing that I am not alone and I am normal. There are times that I don't even know if what I'm feeling is normal then one of them will post something on their blog and I will think, "yes! I feel that way as well!".

I met another mother a couple of days ago. She lost her daughter about 6 weeks before I lost Timothy. Because of complications during labor she was not able to bring her lovely baby home. As we were together I realized that I have no idea what to say to her. You would think that since we are walking this road together that I would know all the right things to say, but I don't. I understand that everyone travels this road differently. Emotions vary widely and they can change quickly. Some people want to talk about it and some don't.

I realize that this must be how it feel to be around me. People don't want to make me sad or upset and they don't know what to say or how to act when they are around me. I would like to share some thoughts that might make being around me a little easier.

First, I love to talk about Timothy. I love to share my special moments and treasured memories. I like to compare birth stories and discuss the little things like his weight and his cute little squeaks.

I love to hear how he has impacted your life. Since I won't get to see him grow up and watch him have an impact in this world it is a nice way for me to feel that his life has meaning. Of course I already know how special he is and what a wonderful impact he has made in my heart!

I like knowing that he is not forgotten. even a quick little mention of him in a conversation will allow me know that he is remembered and cherished.

I don't always like to talk about my emotions. His life and his death are very different to me. I find joy in his life but sorrow in his death. Most of the time, I like to try to focus on his life and only go deep into the pit when I am by myself, with my husband or very close friends.

I don't mind if someone asks me if I want a hug or if I want to talk about Timothy. There are times that I will gladly share and times that I will honestly decline. I always feel loved in those moments.

It is easier for me if people try not to make statements about Timothy's life. I would rather have them ask a question instead. An example: "You must be happy to have had time with him," is an okay thing to say to me but I would prefer "Are you happy with the time that you had with him?". It allows me to be more honest about how I'm feeling. It gives me power to say "Yes, I am thankful that I had time with him but it wasn't enough!! " I know that I should be grateful for the time I was given but there are times that I'm NOT...I wanted more!

I don't want anyone to be afraid to be around me. Normally I am not easily upset and I don't cry at the drop of a hat. I love that everyone has been so wonderful, kind, caring, and supportive.

-I would love to hear if Timothy has had an impact on your life. If he has, or if you have spent time in prayer for him, I would love to have you post a quick comment on this post. It would mean so much to us...

No more simple answers...

A question that comes up at any given time on any given day. A question that you can use to get to know someone or just make small talk. A simple question. A question that might come from anyone... a stranger, a new neighbor, or an old friend. A question that I have always loved. Is now a question that I have no idea how to answer.

Can you guess what it is??


How many children do you have?

How do I begin to answer that question?? I get a pit in my stomach and my heart begins to race. I feel like I have just been put to the test. I normally pause for a second and take a deep breath while I try to determine the best answer at that particular moment.

I know that I haven't figured out the right answer yet. I'm still learning. I do have a goal when I answer but am not sure how to accomplish it. I want to include Timothy in our family and at the same time, I don't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

If I tell someone that I have 4 children but one died shortly after birth they don't know how to respond. Normally they quietly say "Oh...I'm sorry..." and the conversation quickly ends or changes subjects.

At times it has felt inappropriate to include Timothy and I have said that I have 3 children. I then walk away with a tremendous amount of guilt. Did I really just pretend that Timothy wasn't one of my special children??

Please pray that God will whisper words of wisdom in the coming months as I learn how to be the mother of 4 children with one in heaven.

Love

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your path straight.

Proverbs 3:5-6

Before we were told that Timothy had Edwards syndrome, a friend was struggling and found strength in this verse. I will never forget our discussion that day. Through her pain, she found comfort in Gods plan. I was touched by her ability to trust God without understanding what his plan involved. At that time, this verse became dear to my heart. I didn't know that a short 10 weeks later I would be clinging to those words. I would roll those words around in my head over and over. Trust in the Lord...lean not on your own understanding...

I have been told by many people that I am a strong person to be able to be able to get through this time in my life. Each time I have heard that I think, "What choice do I have?". God didn't ask me if I wanted to go through a high risk (and scary) pregnancy just to hold my newborn baby for a couple of hours then watch as they buried him the the ground. If he had given me the choice I would have quickly said "no, thank you"...well, to be honest I would have yelled "NO WAY!!!" But now that I have met Timothy, I'm so very thankful that God didn't give me a choice. Instead he gave me a blessing. I have a brand new understanding for the word "Love" and I have a very different relationship with God.

I really wish that I could tell you that I have always had a wonderful and perfect relationship with my Savior. Unfortunately that would be a lie. I have often struggled. I have never read the bible cover to cover. I haven't spent my life diving into bible studies. Verse memorization has always been very difficult and I struggle with understanding the Word even in the simplest translations. I am not a scholar and often times I listen to my friends and their understanding of the bible with a sense of awe. I have always wanted to have the knowledge to have a religious debate or witness to someone in need but never felt like I was good enough.

As much as I struggled with my "book smarts" I have a true and genuine love for God. I have relied on him and trusted him to guide me when I was lost or help me when I was broken. He has been a constant in my life since I was a very small child. I vividly remember the day my name was written in His book. I was 6 years old and at vacation bible school. I came home and excitedly shared my joyful news with my mom, "God is in my heart!!"

Through out my life I have known many types of love. Love first entered my life when God chose my wonderful mom and dad. They always made me feel safe and secure. They cared for me and taught me how to stand on my own. They gave me a sister and brother that taught me about the ups and downs of sibling love. Our relationships have grown to be very important to me.

As I became a young woman God lead me to my wonderful husband, Kevin. He gave me unconditional love. I learned how to love my husband through my anger and my frustration, during the happiest days of my life and the darkest. He completed me. He's my lobster. (okay... that only makes sense to a few close friends, but they totally understand!)

After 4 years of marriage, I was blessed to learn about the love a mother feels for her children. A love that begins at conception and never ends. The moment I met my first son, Austin, I was simply amazed. I looked into the face of my little baby and felt a love that knows no bounds. I watched him grow and enjoyed every moment with him. I remember thinking that I couldn't possibly love anyone as much as I love my son. When my sweet Emma came into my life I was amazed as I felt my heart grow. This is when I learned I was able to love all of my children with the same level of depth. What a wonderful realization! Now I was really ready for more and we were thrilled when Kadin joined our family.

I have been blessed to know the love and support of true friendship. The love of a friend is priceless, timeless and doesn't know distance. I have learned to lean on these friends when I need them most and accept their support without feeling any guilt. We can give each other complete honesty and know that the love we feel for each other will never change. I love my wonderful pumpkin patch crew and would like to thank you for all of your cards, phone calls, emails, girls nights and prayers.


Through out the years I have known God's constant love. Sometimes he was so close that I could feel his arms around me and there were days that he felt distant. He has spent time teaching me, guiding me, and leading me. He was also preparing me to learn a new lesson about love. He gave me a wonderful gift that included a very new kind of love. A special love that not everyone has the opportunity to experience. He gave me Timothy.

One month ago today, I met my tiny son, and knew that I loved him so much that I had to let him go. Yes, it felt like I was giving up my heart and I was filled with pain and sorrow. But I was also filled with peace. I wanted my son to have the best life possible. I wanted him to have joy, happiness and peace. When I looked into his eyes I knew that he was destined for greater things. I knew that I couldn't make him better or take his struggles away from him. With all the love that I had for him, he needed more then I could give him. God asked me to trust him with my son's life. To let Timothy go to the Lord peacefully.

I made a choice to give Timothy's life to God. You might remember that used to say "What choice do I have?" I didn't have the power to save Timothy, or make him healthy, but I had the power to... trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. I made the choice to trust God with Timothy's life. I know that he is singing with God and he knows more love then I have felt in my entire life. A love that God is saving to share with us when we have been blessed to enter His kingdom.

One month ago today my life changed. I will never be the same. I have a very different relationship with God now. I am able to trust him differently and I have a better understanding of his love and protection. I have no regrets and wouldn't choose to change anything in the last 7 months. I have grown spiritually and emotionally. If God came to me and asked me to do it all over again I would choose to trust in His plan and rely on Him to provide comfort, joy, peace, and love throughout times of trial.

Broken

I have had quite a few people tell me that it is difficult to open my blog with the music on, I happen to agree. To be honest I normally have the music off when I open my own blog. Sometimes it is difficult to know that God is "Holding" me right now. There are times that I don't feel like God is holding me at all. The pain runs so deep.

I'm broken right now. This can't be fixed. We can't get Timothy back. We can't pray for sudden healing or a miracle. Timothy is gone. I can't even say that God didn't hear our prayers because we never prayed for Timothy to be "miraculously cured", we prayed that he would be at peace, without pain, and feel loved. God listened to our prayers and Timothy had a wonderful, although short, life. But with that comes guilt. Should we have prayed for a miracle? Would he still be with us? What if we had asked for more time? Could we have brought him home?

I have a lot of people that ask me how I'm doing. My answer is always the same..."Alright". How do you explain to someone what broken feels like? How can you put words to an emotion that runs so deep that words can't even begin to describe or capture the depth of what you feel in your heart.

Kevin has been back to work for 2 weeks now and I miss him so much. He is my comfort. He is the only person that can truly understand what I am going through because he is is walking this road with me. I love to see his car drive up each evening and feel him arms around me. He has been a wonderful support for me. We spend time every day talking and connecting. Sometimes we just sit together. He is Timothy's daddy, he loves and misses him as much as I do.

I read this yesterday and thought that the author must have known grief.

A little girl lost a playmate in death and one day reported to her family that she had gone to comfort her sorrowing mother. "What did you say?" asked her father. "Nothing," she replied, "I just climbed up on her lap and cried with her."

Charles Swindoll

Holding on

I am trying desperately to hold on...

I'm trying desperately to hold on to Timothy. I want to hold on to the time I had with him, so I won't forget a single second of his time with me. I want to remember the emotions that I have right now; forever. I'm afraid that as time goes by I will start to feel better and I don't want to feel better or different. I need to remember the love that I feel for Timothy and the joy I had when I held him in my arms as well as the pain and sorrow I had when I had to let him go and say good bye.

I'm trying to hold on to some control in my life. I feel powerless right now. I have begun to realize that I have no real control over my life. I don't get to decide those things that I thought I could control. Now I realize that God controls my life. I am only able to make decisions about the path that he chooses for me. In some ways that is comforting for me. I know that he has my best interests in mind when he makes decisions about my life. But I also find it so frustrating. So... I clean. I have never been a wonderful housekeeper. Now, I can't seem to stop cleaning. It feel like the dirt in my life is the only thing that I can control right now.


I'm trying to hold on to my emotions. I never know when a wave will hit me. Will it hit me when I'm shopping in Walmart? Or when I'm driving down the street or as I'm visiting with a neighbor? Of course, it's really hard when I see a mother nursing her new baby. I have to work hard to stay strong in these moments and keep my emotions under control.

My children are trying to hold as well. They each have their own different and unique way of trying to keep Timothy in their lives. Austin has started collecting all the pictures he can and lining them up on his dresser (we had about 20 pictures framed for his memorial service). He talks about how cute Timothy is and which pictures are his favorites.

We have a little statue that we were planning on placing in our "Timothy Garden". Emma thinks of him as real and has named him Timothy. She carries baby Timothy everywhere. She takes him to bed with her and cuddles him on the couch. She talks to him like he is real and loves to play with him. I think that he will be in the house for quite a while.

Kadin has latched on to his mommy and daddy. He needs one or both of us to be next to him at all times. Kevin left yesterday morning for about 30 minutes and he cried for Daddy the entire time he was gone.

This week has come with it's ups and downs; sometimes in the same moment. On Wednesday I went to get the mail. There as a large envelope from the funeral home. I knew instantly what was in the envelope. I began to cry. It came. We received Timothy's death certificate before we received his birth certificate. In the same instant I received 5 cards from my closest friends. They were all out of town for the entire week (yes, I said ALL of them were out of town). But God knew I needed their support in that special moment and they were all with me when I opened that large envelope.

Slide show

I am thrilled to share our favorite pictures of Timothy with you. I know that most of you have have been anxiously waiting to see the "little man" you have spent so much time praying for in the last few months. Thank you for your prayers...God heard them all and he truly blessed us.

Sorry that the slide show is a little long. I did narrow the pictures down but there were so many I just couldn't leave out (103 to be exact)!!

Our Time with Timothy

It has taken me 2 weeks to compete this entry. With tears of joy and tears of sorrow, I would like to share Timothy's birthday with everyone...


July 28, 2008 3:55 pm. A glorious day that will be etched in my memory forever. It began with me arriving at the hospital in tears telling my nurse, Sarah, "I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this..."

Sarah was kind and reassuring. We sat on the couch together and discussed our birth plan and desires for the day. She heard my fears and took time to get to know us and Timothy. Before we started the induction she held our hands and prayed with us. She prayed for Gods strength and courage.

I was still a having a very difficult time. It was very scary to walk into the hospital knowing that I only had hours left in my pregnancy with Timothy. Normally, we go to the hospital excited to deliver our children. This was so different. We had no idea what was going to happen. The unknown was more difficult then words can express. Would we listen to our son's heart stop during labor and deliver him without ever knowing the color of his eyes? Would he live for one minute, hours, weeks or months? What would it be like to watch Timothy take his last breath? I couldn't cope with the unknown and fear consumed me.

Our original plan was to have a private birth with only Kevin and our photographer, Patty, in our room. We realized that I needed Karen with me. I needed the support that only a very close friend could give. Kevin called her and asked if she would be willing to come to the hospital early and be with us. Since she already had child care lined up, she was able to come to the hospital right away. Just knowing she was on her way helped me to focus.

Sarah started the pitocin at about 9:00 am and we were on our way to our first moments with Timothy. With the help of God and prayer I began to calm down and relax. Kevin's comedic nature and and Karen's quiet reassurance helped me tremendously. My fears began to melt away and be replaced with the discomfort of contractions every couple of minutes.

God also chose a wonderful nurse for us. He hand picked her for us. He knew that we would need her with us on this special day. Sarah hardly left our room. She kept us informed about everything that was going on with Timothy and allowed us to make decisions about our care. We were able to connect with her on a personal level with common friends and common interests. She is friends with my childhood best friend, Kelly, and her husband went to the same high school as Kevin. She also attends a church a couple miles from our house (which happens to be where Austin went to preschool). We had a lot to talk about and even laugh about.

We had an unexpected surprise when the Neonatologist came to visit us. Since we already made the choice to do comfort care for Timothy, we weren't expecting to have a Neonatologist with us when he was born. I was so happy when she came in and told us that she would be present for his birth. It didn't change our birth plan, but we were able to discuss Timothy's many medical problems and make some decisions about how we would support him if he was able to make it through labor and delivery. She was also very upfront with us about his prognosis and she felt that he would only live for a couple of hours, maybe a day or two.

Though my contractions were mild, Timothy quickly began having decelerations. We knew that labor would be difficult on him and we were glad to see him recovering well after each contraction. Dr Shope came in at about 10:00 to rupture my membranes. That was the funniest part of the entire day. I had polyhydramnios (excessive fluid). Without giving too much information, it was like a river overflowed! We were all laughing and giggling...even Dr Shope and Sarah said that they have never seen anything like it!!

The moment of joy was quickly turned to worry shortly after being ruptured. As I continued to contract, his heart rate began to rapidly decrease. Within a few minutes, it was in the 90's with decelerations into the 60's. Prior to rupture his heart rate was in the 140's, so it wasn't looking good. We tried different positions hoping that we might decrease his stress level but nothing was working. Kevin and I had already made the decision not to have an emergency c-section (someday, when I am ready I might share our birth plan). So we decided to wait and pray. Luckily it didn't take too long for him to adjust to the lack of fluid and his heart rate began to increase. Within about 30 minutes it was back up to the 140's, although, he did continue having decelerations with the contractions.

We were thrilled to see him doing better and decided to check for progression. Sarah did an exam that showed we were still 3-4cm, but she also noticed I was having problems with bleeding. After watching it for a while she decided to call Dr Shope (she was worried because the bleeding was more then normal). He told us that it looked like we had a partial abruption (the placenta begins to detach from the uterus prematurely), causing moderate amounts of bleeding. I was very worried with this diagnosis knowing that it could lead to a complete abruption which would instantly take Timothy's life as well as cause complications for me. Again we waited and prayed.

At about 11:00 my contractions were starting to get a little more painful and I decided to request the epidural. It turned out to be a good thing that I wasn't in extreme pain because the anesthesiologist wasn't able to come until about 12:15. I highly recommend the epidural. After having Kadin without one...I highly, highly recommend getting one.

At one point (I couldn't tell you when) we had another scary moment. We were all sitting around talking and waiting when all of the sudden I felt like I couldn't breath. I felt like there was fluid in my lungs and I was trying to cough it out but couldn't because of the epidural. I began to feel like I was going to pass out and the room went dark. I don't remember much... the nurses started pushing the fluids, putting oxygen on me, talking about a blood pressure drop, and calling anaesthesia. Kevin tells me that my blood pressure dropped form 120/70's to 80/40's. Sarah gave me effedrine to bring my blood pressure back up. Luckily it didn't take too long for me to start feeling better.

I was relieved to feel (almost) normal again. Roughly 45 minutes later I began to feel the smallest amount of pressure. I asked Sarah to do another exam and was shocked to hear her say that we were complete and ready to have Timothy. The room became a buzz. Dr Shope came within a couple of minutes, as well as the neonatologist and neonatal nurse. Patty was standing by with her camera and Karen was ready with the video. Timothy was born in 2 easy pushes...

It felt like time stood still. They placed him on my chest and I was able to see him for the first time. I was thrilled and scared at the same time. We didn't know if he would take a first breath. I was inches away from him and couldn't see him breathing. The neonatologist kept listening to his heart and I asked "Is he breathing?" over and over. All I heard her say was that he had a heart rate. No one would answer if he was breathing. I kept talking to him, begging him to try to breath. Then I heard it. He took a gasping breath. The atmosphere in the room changed; everyone was so excited. I rubbed his little body and kept talking to him. They gave him some oxygen and he continued to improve.

He made little squeaking noises, began slowly blinking his eyes, and looking around. Kevin was standing over us talking to Timothy and he would open his eyes and look for his daddy. He was so small and precious. To finally see and hold our new son was an answer to prayer and a true blessing. I wish words could capture how it felt to see and hold Timothy. All I can say it that it was wonderful, glorious, awesome, powerful, and amazing (and that doesn't even fully describe it).

We wanted his brothers and sister to have as much time with him as possible so we asked them to get him cleaned up and get the room ready for visitors. Timothy loved the heat of the warming table and continued to improve. Kevin stood over him like a proud daddy, and was especially thrilled when he went potty all over the Dr! They weighed and measured him. 4 pounds 12.9 ounces and 16 1/2 inches long!! WOW. Within a couple of minutes we were ready for Austin, Emma and Kadin to come and meet Timothy.

They were all thrilled to see Timothy. They had been waiting so many months for this moment and looked at him with love in their eyes.


Austin was so happy that you could see the radiance in his eyes. His smile took over his entire face. He was so protective with his new brother. He was quick to tell us how to hold him and to protect his head and neck. Every time someone would move Timothy, Austin was standing there telling them to be careful and not to hurt him. He cradled Timothy's head in his hands and he loved looking in Timothy's eyes and studying his face.

All Emma wanted to do was to hold him. She followed him around the room from person to person. She would allow other people to hold him for a couple of minutes then she was quick to tell them that it was her turn again. She was so gentle and careful with Timothy. She was the happiest sister in the entire world. She prayed and begged God for those moments with Timothy. I'm so thankful that His answer was YES...

Kadin was a little nervous and confused about all of the commotion but he curled up on my lap to see is new brother. His eyes were big as saucers when he saw Timothy for the first time. He kept his little hands on Timothy's little body. He held his foot for a while then placed his hand on Timothy's tummy. He held his new little brother and looked at his little face and loved him.


Aunt Janelle, Grandma, and Grandpa Myers came in to hold and see Timothy. They knew that this was going to be the only time that they were going to get to be with Timothy and it was very difficult for them to say hello and goodbye in the same moment. Uncle Raymond and Aunt Desiree were also there to spend some time with their newest nephew. They all were able to have a few treasured moments with him. After being held by everyone it was apparent that Timothy was getting tired and overstimulated.

Our family decided it was time to head out to give Timothy some quite time. Kevin was thrilled to have the opportunity to give Timothy a small bath. Since he was already a little overstimulated we decided not to undress him for a full bath. Kevin washed his hair and face in the sink. It was wonderful to watch him gently hold Timothy and quietly talk to him and he washed him. He was so gentle and loving.

Then everyone left and we were finally alone with our son. The room was quiet and peaceful for the first time all day. No nurses or doctors... just Kevin, Timothy, and me. I cherish those moments alone with my husband and our son. We placed him on my chest for skin to skin contact and used warm blankets for additional heat. We looked into his eyes and watched him take his first and only nap. Amazingly, of the 2 hours and 50 minutes he was with us, he was awake most of the time. It was wonderful to watch him sleep. Kevin and I had a a little while longer with him before it was time for him to say goodbye. At 6:45 pm he peacefully gained his wings.



We were able to spend several more hours with him before we had to let him go. I don't think I will ever be able to share those moments. All I can say is that it felt like I was giving up my heart. It is a moment that I hope no one will ever have to feel or experience.


For 2 hours and 50 minutes our sweet Timothy was in our arms. He will be in our hearts forever.

15 days

Kevin went back to work yesterday. I want to attempt to explain how I'm doing but I hesitate because I don't fully understand my own emotions yet.



For the last 15 days I have been trying to keep myself busy. The first week I was only able to get about 4 hours of sleep every night because I didn't want to be in bed. I would wait until about 2:00 in the morning, so when my head hit the pillow I would instantly go to sleep. Then I would wake up and get out of bed between 6:00 and 7:00, and get in the shower right away so I wouldn't have to think about what was happening. My showers were short because that is another difficult time for me. I spent my days and nights planing and thinking about things we could do to make Timothy's services special.



Then we went away and I spent my time being strong for my children. Again, I kept myself busy and if I would start thinking about everything, I would try to find something to do to keep myself going.



Now I am home and Kevin has gone back to work. I'm still trying to keep my self busy. I'm doing odd things that I never would have done before. I shampooed Emma's mattress today because she threw up on it a couple of days ago. I wander around the house looking for things that need to be done but at the same time I don't want to change anything. I want everything to stay the same as it was when we were pregnant with Timothy. When I get tired of wandering around the house I pack up the kids and go shopping. I am buying things that I wouldn't normally buy which means that I'm spending too much money.



I find myself on the computer, still trying to do things for Timothy. We have to design his grave marker, update the blog, and finish filling out his memorial book. I'm anxious to start his memory scrap book, so I have spent hours looking for the perfect digital scrap booking supplies on line. I am trying to get his medical records, put him on our insurance, and finish his hand and foot molds. I spend hours looking at his pictures, his guest book, reading all of the wonderful cards and emails (over and over), and just holding and touching the blanket he was wrapped in and the clothes he wore at the hospital.



I feel like if I continue doing things for him or touching his stuff I will be able to keep him alive like he was 15 days ago. I don't feel like any of this is real. It all happened so fast I wonder if it really happened at all. I don't want these tasks to end because I feel like as soon as they are over his life will really be gone.



I am not crying and mourning as much as I thought I would. I know that part of that is because a part of me feels relief. After spending so many weeks feeling nothing but fear and anxiety it is nice not to be consumed with worry. Another part of me is so happy that we were able to spend time with Timothy that I want to continue to focus on that feeling. I wonder if this is what denial feels like. I have been reading on the Trisomy 18 website and found that I'm feeling and doing the same things that the other mothers do. I aslo found out that the shock, denial, and disbelief goes away some where in the 4-8 week time period and I will start to have a new set of emotions...

Home again

We are finally home after 6 days at Grand Coulee Dam in Eastern Washington. Since we didn't have a computer, phone, or television (except for DVDs) it was a time of true connection with our children and each other. We spent so much time together that the kids are probably going to have withdrawal symptoms tomorrow as Kevin goes back to work. Okay... to be honest I will too!!!

I am so proud to share that Emma is now riding her bike without training wheels!! She learned quickly and took off on her first try. It is a little scary watching her because she doesn't have a fearful bone in her little body and she rides as fast as she can. So far she hasn't had any injuries, but there are moments when my heart skips a few beats watching her.

The weather was wonderful and we spent several hours every day at the lake playing together in the water and making sandcastles (I didn't know it but Kevin is awesome at making sandcastles). Austin is so outgoing that he quickly made friends and had endless fun with everyone on the beach. By the end of the week Kadin had lost his fear of the water and would walk out as far as he could so he could play and splash with his brother and sister. Unfortunately, he is not well balanced and fell in several times and needed to be rescued (we were never more then a couple of steps away from him).

My Dad, Mom, and sister joined us for some boating fun on Friday and we were able to enjoy rain, thunder and lightning in the morning until it cleared up in the afternoon. Our children love the boat. They enjoy the wind in their face and helping papa drive, but I think that they really love riding with out car seats! It was nice to have them with us for a couple of days.

We ended the vacation by taking the kids on a tour of the Dam. I haven't been on the tour since I was a child and Kevin has never gone. It was an amazing tour and a great way to end our family trip.

My goal was for our children to have a great, worry free week. I am happy to say that they did! Anyone that was watching us would have thought that we were on a normal family vacation. I wish that we were...

I don't think I will be able to clearly describe how I felt while we were gone. It felt like it should feel normal. I still have our 3 children, and life with them is the same that it always is. But in my heart, life is not normal. It is a very odd feeling to have. I never nursed Timothy, never bathed him, or put him to bed; but I missed him. I felt like I was on the verge of a breakdown almost every waking moment.

There were times that tears would begin to well up in my eyes and then I would look up and see Kevin's watchful, worried eyes following me. He would give me strength to get through the moment and I would focus on playing with Austin, Emma, and Kadin. I'm not saying that I didn't feel like I could cry for Timothy (because I do), but I really wanted to give our children a week with out worrying about me. Austin is very sensitive and he would occasionally look at me and ask me why my face looked so sad. Was it because I missed Timothy? Emma also had a hard time, especially when she would see a new baby, and she would tell us how much she missed Timothy. We talked about Timothy a lot and brought a picture of him with us. We talked about how special he is, how wonderful it was to see him and hold him, and how much we all miss him.

I'm thankful that we were able to get away. It didn't make the pain go away but it gave us the opportunity to focus on spending time together and start learning how to cope with the loss of our precious son and brother.

We are off...

I would like to give everyone a large thank you and huge hug. We have been overwhelmed with support these last few days. We are going on a family trip for this week to rest and spend time with our children. They need some undivided Mom and Dad time after the busy week of babysitters while we were making plans for Timothy's burial and memorial services.

I know that you would like to hear more about Timothy's birthday and I have been working hard trying to write my memories of that day. It has been an emotional journal to write but I plan to post about Timothy's time with us when we return next week.

Thanks again for your love and support during these last few months and especially these last few days.

Proverbs

Proverbs 14:6


Even in laughter the heart may ache, and joy may end in grief...





We went to visit Timothy and take him some flowers this afternoon. It was our first visit and the kids were excited to go. In the midst of our grief, God gave us joy. When we got there, baby land was being watered by large sprinklers. Austin and Emma still wanted to share their gifts so we let them. It was funny watching them run to his grave, put their plants down, then run back as quickly as possible. Then they decided that they would try to protect him from the sprinkler and stood guard for a few minutes. It almost felt like they were playing with Timothy for the first time.





As we drove away I felt so much emotion. I was happy that their first visit was a fun one and they can't wait to go back, but I also felt sad that our children have to go to the cemetery to play with their little brother.

Dreams

While I slept last night I saw pictures of Timothy's precious face and heard his cute little squeeks. I could almost feel him. Durring the night my milk came in and I woke up with the urge to nurse him. My beauitful dream became a quick and real nightmare...

I sat in the shower, unable to cope with my emotion. Kevin came and sat quietly with me until the water ran cold.

Memorial Service

Please join us in celebrating Timothy's life on Saturday, August 2nd at 11:00am. Memorial Service to be held at:

Faith Baptist Church
25636 - 140th Ave SE
Kent, Washington 98042
(253) 631-0990

A private burial will be held on Friday, August 1st at 11:00 am.

* In lieu of flowers, donations may be sent to:

Timothy James Currey Memorial Fund
BECU Account #358-137-2279

or

Make-a-Wish Foundation
Local Chapter Web site: www.northwestwishes.org
811 First Avenue, Suite 520
Seattle, WA 98104
Phone: (206) 623-5300

With Deepest Appreciation

The Currey's have been overwhelmed and blessed by the outpour of encouraging words and faithful prayers. They have asked that I write on their behalf to express their deepest appreciation for your support during this time. In time they will be ready to communicate with you personally. Until then, they are so grateful for their dear family and friends who have walked along side of them during this journey.

Information regarding a Memorial Service in honor of Timothy will be posted soon.

~Karen

Our Angel Has His Wings

After 2 hours and 50 minutes, little Timothy James went peacefully from his Mommy's arms into the arms of Jesus.

Please continue to pray for the Currey family as we celebrate his life and mourn the loss of their precious Timothy.

Little Blessing

He's Here!! He's Here!!

We are so thrilled to announce the arrival of Timothy James Currey! He was born at 3:55 pm (after only two pushes!) weighing 4 lbs 12.9 oz. and measuring 16-1/2" long. He has light brown hair and blue eyes. What a joy it was to watch him take his first breath. He is a little fighter, working hard to continue breathing and enjoying each moment with his family. He has already had the privilege of meeting his very proud brothers and sister, along with Grandma & Grandpa Myers and Auntie Janelle.

At the moment he is cuddled up on his Mommy's chest - one of the most tender and precious moments you can imagine. It was so incredible watching him open his eyes as he heard his Daddy's voice too! Two separate times when Kevin bent down to kiss him and talk with him, little Timothy opened his eyes as if he were looking to see his Daddy.

Kevin and Jennifer have shown unimaginable strength and courage through this process - the kind of strength only the Lord could give them. We praise God for the indescribable gift of meeting Timothy.

Karen

Lunchtime Update

Jen just had her epidural, and things are progressing. Little slower then anticipated. Jen is doing well and is hanging in. I am so proud of her, her strength is definitely shining through.

Timothy seems to be holding up well. His heart rate is anywhere from 100/bpm to 140bpm. He has had some d-cell this morning, but he seems to be stabilizing for now.

When we have a chance, we will try to get an update posted. Thank you for all your prayers.

Kevin

Beginning of Induction

Kevin just called from the hospital. They have just started the pitocin to begin labor. It was a long night and I am heading off to the hospital right now. I should be able to post updates throughout the day, as they brought their laptop with them and have internet access. Please continue praying for the Currey family today.

Karen

Sleeplessness

3 hours until we leave...

I have spent a lot of time trying to sleep tonight. After going to bed at midnight, and tossing and turning most of the night I finally gave in and decided to come downstairs and eat that donut that has been calling my name (chocolate...what else??). I know that I have a long day a head of me and wish that I could sleep but I'm going to have to count on God to give me the strength to get through the day because sleep is evading me tonight...

Chuck E Cheese

We took the kids to Chuck E Cheeses for an evening of fun and food before we go to the hospital in the morning. When we pulled up they were so excited. We had a wonderful time playing games, enjoying rides and gathering tickets. We had pizza and cotton candy for dinner. We even had the chance to meet Chuck E Cheese and get a family picture.

Power in Prayer

We are getting very close to the end of our pregnancy. It is amazing that we have been able to keep Timothy with us this long. All pregnancy's must end, and I am excited and scared to tell you that we will be meeting Timothy within the next 6 days. We have scheduled an induction for July 28th, so unless Timothy decides to make an grand entrance earlier, we will be able to see him this coming Monday.

Physically we are ready. We have our bags packed, birth plan ready, and child care scheduled. I don't know if we are emotionally ready. I don't know if it is possible to be emotionally ready.

I know that there is power in prayer. If you feel led, please spend some time in prayer for Timothy this week.

I am concerned that Timothy might not make it until Monday. It would be so hard to have him pass just days before we are scheduled to have him.

It is one of my greatest desires to see Timothy while he is alive. I want to see him in Kevin's arms and have memories of our children holding and talking to him. Unfortunately the stress of labor is extremely difficult for these precious babies. Most of their little bodies can't endure and they are asleep when they are born.

A long time ago I started praying for Gods will...not mine. That is still my prayer, but I also have these desires to have some time with Timothy. Please pray that God will give Timothy strength and give us courage. Pray that our children will cope well during these next few difficult weeks and Kevin and I will continue to cling to each other.

A glorious day

A glorious day...

I have been thinking about those words frequently lately. "The day you meet your son will be here before you know it. It will be a glorious day."

I have taken comfort in these words not just because they were written to me, but because of who they were written by.

I have emailed several times with another T18 mom in the last couple of months. Erin is a wonderful mother that lost her son, Tyler, at 33 weeks. She has lived through every emotion that I have felt. She has experienced the same feelings of love for Tyler that I feel for Timothy and has known the same feelings of helplessness.

A glorious day...

Erin remembers the day she met Tyler as a glorious day. She was never able to feel his breath, hear his cry, or see him open his eyes, but it was a glorious day.

I can't say that I fully understand yet but I am able to take comfort in those words.

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Calm

I am 37 weeks and have been feeling calm for a little while now. Kevin frequently asks me how I'm doing. When I tell him that I'm doing alright, he always gives me that look. You know the look... the one that says "Are you really doing okay?"



I don't know why this sense of calmness has come over me. It might be because I'm feeling more prepared for any outcome. I decided it was time for me to give up trying to control the outcome and just accept Gods plan. I stopped doing internet research a little while ago and I think that has helped a lot. I feel ready to stop reading about other experiences and birth stories with T18 and just have our own experience.



This feeling of readiness might also be part of Gods ultimate plan for every pregnant woman. If you have ever been pregnant you know what I'm talking about. It's that moment when you feel like you can't continue the pregnancy for another day, then you look at the calender and realize that you have an entire month to go! It can be the little things that bother you the most. Like the ability (or rather the inability) to bend over... I find myself scooting around the house on my bum trying to pick up as many things as I can so I don't have to bend down so many times! You can't see your toes anymore and it is nearly impossible to tie your own shoes (thank goodness for flip flops!). But, there are also bigger things that begin to creep up on us. When you can't get comfortable in any position (I mean ANY position), stop being able to eat and sleep, and in my case, have a hard time driving because my tummy doesn't fit behind the wheel anymore. Of course it's also irritating that you can't seem to stop the frequent and urgent trips to the bathroom. The littlest chores become huge feats. Like taking the laundry upstairs or doing the dishes (because you can't reach the water coming out of the sink!) I could go on and on but I really should stop complaining...

For those of you that have never experienced the joyful event of pregnancy, don't let this deter you, just consider it your warning!

Summer Fun

Summer is finally here! It was beginning to feel like the rain and clouds would never go away but the sun has been out for about 2 weeks now. We have spent a lot of time enjoying the nice weather.


Last weekend we woke up on Sunday morning and checked the weather. It said it was going to be in the 90's. It was 8:00 in the morning and our house was already 80 degrees. We don't have air conditioning and quickly decided it would be perfect to go to Ocean Shores for the day. We packed up the car in about 45 minutes and hit the road. It is about a 2 1/2 hour drive and I can't even tell you how many times we heard "Are we there yet?". As we got closer the temperature began to drop and I quickly realized that I had forgotten to pack a very important thing...sweatshirts. We pulled up to the beach and the temperature was 58 degrees, cloudy and windy. A quick stop at the store to pick up sweatshirts then we were good to go. We spend the day playing in the sand, flying kites and enjoying the water.







The fun hasn't stopped. We have been enjoying a lot of water play this year. We turned our slide into a water slide and have had tons water fights with squirt guns and the hose. We have also spend time playing in Grandma and Grandpa's lake and taking rides in the paddle boat.













Life feels pretty normal around our house right now. We are trying hard to get some big project's done before Timothy is born. Today was fence day. Kevin spent the entire day cleaning and staining our fence. He is awesome. He worked all day in the hot sun only stopping twice. Once to eat lunch and once to eat dinner. He was done just in time to tell the kids goodnight. I am always amazed at his persistence.