September in its Glory

 Hello, Don't you love September. I think its just fall is almost here and what a gift I think fall is to us after a hot summer. My computer died and thank goodness, Ron knows how to fix this stuff. He finally got it up and running last night. My power supply died. 

This is going to be a long post. I think I will show you what I have been working on first. 

My Cape Ann first. That is a big rug. I just had no idea how big it really was. The more I work on it the more I am loving it. 

I worked all day on that second flower. I mean all day. My hand wouldn't work by the time I finished. I know I will be ordering more wool. 

I have been working on this a little bit too. Its nice to have something when its not hot to work on and this is fun. 

Now for the rest of the story as Paul Harvey would say. 

On September 8th We received a text from our son William saying that Haylen Dean was born. Ron and I were both stunned and couldn't figure out what that meant as we had seen Makenzie on Saturday night and she was only 24 weeks pregnant. I called William who I believe was at the hospital. Things are fuzzy to me now. Earlier in the day, Makenzie was rushed to the hospital by ambulance and upon arriving once they figured out she had no heart beat or blood pressure, they realize she was bleeding out. They rushed her to surgery and as they were running down the hall, the doctor told Makenzie that the baby might have to be born to save her life. She had to have 6 1/2 pints of blood. They put her in a coma and delivered the baby. He was 1 pound 8 ounces. He is 12 1/4 inches long. William was with him in NICU but he didn't get to see Makenzie. He went home. We went over and of course I have cried now for a week. William cleaned out the refrigerator while he talked. Looking back, its like walking in a dream. 

During that night, Makenzie in a drug induced coma fought it and kept asking for Halen and William. 

When you have a tiny baby like that they tell you, its the first hour, the first two hours then the first night. He made it through the night and Makenzie was taken off the breathing tube.  

She had been on the brink of death. William told us, he could have lost both his wife and baby that day.

 This is my favorite picture of her. They had moved her to a labor and delivery room. Its about 9:00 or 10:00 that night of the day after her almost dying and as soon as she is able she goes to the baby. She is cut vertical from her breast bone to her pelvis. They had to use staple to stitch her up because she is so allergic to tape. She is so amazing and she hasn't missed a day with Haylen. She came home on Saturday. 

He holds her hand and today he squeezed it three times. Yesterday he was 25 weeks. What a year this has been we have 13 grand babies now. Haylen breaks the tie. The boys are ahead again. Its been good and its been hard but it has never been anything that I am not thankful for. We only have today. It has reminded me each morning that today is a new day. Today is a new beginning. Every morning my first thought is for the babies God has given us and the blessings we get to experience. I know that God has got this. It puts life into perspective and narrows my vision. 

What I have learned this week. Dreams come in all sizes. Wishes take a lot of work. But all in all, life is a gift and I am thankful to be here. Right now. I don't think I would have said that last week at that time. I was having trouble even catching my breath. But today, its all good. 

I just thought I would let you know what is going on and if you think about it, could you pray that Haylen grows up to be a big strong man and that his Mommy and Daddy have the strength to go through all of this. 

Thank you,

~Kim~