Thursday, November 28, 2013

Favorite Thanksgiving Recipes


Favorite Thanksgiving Recipes


Orange-Cranberry Relish

Ingredients:

  • 1 orange
  • 2 cups (or one and a half bags) fresh or frozen cranberries (about 8-10 ounces)
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 1/4 cup chopped walnut pieces (I like more like 3/4 a cup or more finely grated)

Directions:

Finely grate the zest of the orange, then squeeze in all of the juice or blend together in magic bullet. All cranberries blended well/finely chopped in magic bullet. Stir well all ingredients and enjoy:)

Green Bean Deluxe

Ingredients: 
2 large bags of green beans (stringed and ready to cook)
1 small onion
2 bags of bacon

Directions:
Boil large pot of water
Add green beans and steam until soft
Meanwhile, cook bacon at 400 until cooked to a crisp
Also, sautée and chop small the onion in a dose of olive oil
When all done, stir all prepared ingredients together thoroughly and enjoy!


Caramel Pecan Pie

  • 10-12 oz coarsely chopped pecans or whole
  • 2 cups all-purpose flour 
  • 2/3 cup powdered sugar 
  • 3/4 cup butter, cubed 
  • 1/2 cup firmly packed brown sugar 
  • 1/2 cup honey 
  • 2/3 cup butter 
  • 3 tablespoons whipping cream 
  • Bag of caramels (remove wrappers and place candies all over top of pie before final bake time)
  • 1. Arrange pecans in a single layer on a baking sheet. Bake at 350° for 5 to 7 minutes or until lightly toasted. Cool on a wire rack 15 minutes or until completely cool.
  • 2. Pulse flour, powdered sugar, and 3/4 cup butter in a food processor 5 to 6 times or until mixture resembles coarse meal. Pat mixture evenly on bottom and up sides of a lightly greased pie pan
  • 3. Bake at 350° for 20 minutes or until edges are lightly browned. Cool 15 minutes or until completely cool.
  • 4. Bring brown sugar, honey, 2/3 cup butter, and whipping cream to a boil in a 3-qt. saucepan over medium-high heat. Stir in toasted pecans, and spoon hot filling into prepared crust.
  • 5. Add caramels and Bake at 350° for 25 to 30 minutes or until golden and bubbly. Cool 30 minutes or until completely cool.

Friday, November 22, 2013

GO PRO... OR go home

Somehow having several labors and deliveries and children makes me a "pro".... let me tell you, there is nothing PRO about it...each pregnancy is unique with unique struggles and joys and the same with each labor delivery and raising each child throughout their growing. I will admit, I struggle with anxieties and fears. I just wanted to take a moment to be really vulnerable... It's easy to get sucked in to all the fears I have. I feel like I talk about this often, but sorry, it's something I struggle with so it's easy for me to find myself confronting this battle and these reminders often in order to be the overcomer I believe He is crafting me to be. So, here I go again talking about it:

First and foremost with pregnancy anymore is my fear of losing my child before they are born. After experiencing our loss of Joeli Grace at 5 months for unknown reasons I suppose it's only natural to fear this and pray against it constantly. Next, is a fear for delivery that something could go wrong. We've not experienced some of the more traumatic deliveries. However, with Sadie our "rainbow baby" we almost lost her when her heart-rate dropped and many medical professionals (probably went from one nurse in our room to ten to fifteen in a matter of seconds) rushed into the room talking about the Operating Room and Emergency C-Sections if we couldn't find a way to regulate her heart-rate. Thankfully, moving me into a new labor position seemed to help and she was okay... other than that and having to be checked by NICU staff because of meconium and me not being able to hold her or hear her cry for the first 5 to ten minutes after her birth (so traumatic after everything with Joeli was really just hoping for a simple birth without scares). But now the fears I'm battling are still the first two, and also because my platelets and iron are teetering on the low level and I've been told the potential risks involved if they drop any lower before delivery.

If I'm not careful, any or all of these fears and concerns (whether legitimate or not) can drown out that still small voice of God. His Word it says is, "Sharper than a double edged sword"- Hebrews 4:12. So when I have an enemy (FEAR) I'm facing, I must use this weapon God has given me and I must STAND UP! I must FIGHT! And I must face this enemy like the warrior woman God has been crafting me to be!

So, when I am facing my fears and anxieties I will ask myself do I want to go pro or go home? Not pro in that I know it all or will ever be a pro at any of this... BUT, that I go to the ONE who is the pro and trust Him with all this and more! Some may be uncomfortable with talking about FEAR... so be advised.

Make the Lord of Heaven’s Armies holy in your life.He is the one you should fear. He is the one who should make you tremble. Someone may say to you, “Let’s ask the mediums and those who consult the spirits of the dead. With their whisperings and mutterings, they will tell us what to do.” But shouldn’t people ask God for guidance? Should the living seek guidance from the dead? Look to God’s instructions and teachings! People who contradict his word are completely in the dark. Isaiah 8:13, 19-20

Will you make the choice to GO to GOD instead of seeking other sources of wisdom and help? He is the ONE who should be feared and the only One whom should make me tremble. 

So, will YOU choose whom you shall fear and revere?

Will you stand up and be that WARRIOR and fight your battle with the incredible weapon you've been given? HIS WORD. I have been thinking about this powerful weapon all week since Sean read the passage from Ephesians for devotions early this week for our family:

Ephesians 6:13 Therefore, put on every piece of God’s armor so you will be able to resist the enemy in the time of evil. Then after the battle you will still be standing firm. 14 Stand your ground, putting on the belt of truth and the body armor of God’s righteousness. 15 For shoes, put on the peace that comes from the Good News so that you will be fully prepared.[d] 16 In addition to all of these, hold up the shield of faith to stop the fiery arrows of the devil.[e] 17 Put on salvation as your helmet, and take the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
18 Pray in the Spirit at all times and on every occasion. Stay alert and be persistent in your prayers for all believers everywhere.[f]

For all the things in this life I will never be pro at, I'm thankful to have the PRO to go to. I am constantly amazed at how His word truly does bring such comfort, peace, wisdom and hope to my heart no matter what I am battling.

Today I am reminded of the POWER of this Word--power to provide HOPE in hopeless situations, power to provide comfort in desperately painful times, power to work in cleansing my heart and leading me out of sinful patterns, power to encourage and bless, power to bring peace amidst fear, power to restore marriage, power to give wisdom where confusion exists.

If you're seeking God and these powerful things in your life but don't know where to start, I would encourage you to seek God in His word. A great website is www.biblegateway.com and a wonderful phone app is YouVersion. I have learned and been reminded of so much while doing the Read Through The Bible in a Year app:) Or, feel free to ask me about my walk with God. I don't promise to have all the answers, but I truly believe with all my heart and soul I've found The One who does and I'm ever grateful in this crazy mixed up world to have HIM to turn to in my hurts, sorrows, disappointments and failures, fears, and everything in between.

I'm going PRO :) how bout you? :)

much love,

Abi

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Spilled Juice...but who was angry?

It was a busy day. I was cranky because we haven't had heat (or air, might I add, during the heat wave a little bit ago) and I was chilly. I had already done dishes, started laundry, cleaned and swept and wiped tables down, and started school with Seana AND cleaned up other messes.

I was tired.

And with not feeling well for a couple weeks now all I wanted was to go through the rest of the day and basically find rest.

Instead, in the middle of correcting Joeby and teaching Seana, Sadie comes downstairs and tells me her juice (not the typical non-stain happy apple juice I like to give them mind you, but cranberry to fight  the lovely UTI which as consumed our days with innumerable bathroom visits recently) has, "Spilled everywhere!"

I.was.not.happy!

Okay, okay, I'll be honest, I was ANGRY!

I marched my way up the stairs and asked her to show me where she spilled it. Then I asked her how it happened. I was surprised by her answer. She told me how Joeby tried to bring it down to her and she wanted to do it herself so that made her mad. She said she brought it back up and slammed it on the table and she even demonstrated the look she had on her face while doing so.

Initially, I wanted to tell Sadie to be more careful... But when I realized that this spill had nothing to do with clumsiness or lack of careful handling something spoke to my heart.

I began to pray. I thanked God that He cared enough about my little girl that He didn't want her anger to just go unnoticed. I thanked Him that He wanted her heart to be molded and teachable and that he wanted her to grow in wisdom and knowledge, patience and gentleness and that He wanted to produce a fruit of righteousness in her little heart and life. He allowe her "act" to be caught so that He could work out something more in her!

And then I prayed for me. I prayed for His wisdom in this teachable moment and I prayed He would guide me with parenting her and guiding her. And I thanked Him for trusting me with the task of helping Him shape her.

After we finished cleaning most of the mess I asked Sadie to go to her room and think about what her choice to be angry instead of grateful at Joebys trying to help and bless her accomplished. I asked her to sit quietly and think.

Of course she didn't. She went back and quietly found nail polish and started painting her nails while I was still cleaning the remaining mess. But that's a whole other blog post about my sweetie May. Ha!  

Anyway, while I finished cleaning God brought a few scriptures to mind and some words to share with Sadie.

Be angry, and yet do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, (Ephesians 4:26 NASB) is one of the passages He reminded me of.

God helped me take a step back in my own busy-ness and messy heart to recognize another little heart He wants to take a more beautiful shape.

But it doesn't stop there. Because I am still His little girl too. So, what did God teach me in that spilled juice moment? To take a step back from what is seen and for a moment recognize what is unseen and eternal. The bigger picture, the deeper purpose of even something as minor as spilled juice. And He helped me step back from my own anger and my own preoccupations and recognize His hand at work!  He helped me to be molded and shaped just as He was shaping little Sadie too. I'm so grateful He cares sou h for me that sometimes He lets the juice spill.

Sometimes, it makes a giant mess.

Sometimes, it may even stain a rug or two and leave a permanent reminder of the work He has done.

Sometimes, it may take a long long time to clean up my messes.

Sometimes, I may need to help someone else with their mess in order to see my own through a clearer lense.

And always, He cares when He lets the juice spill He has enough left to fill the cup back up and let us keep drinking, learning, growing, trying...

Monday, August 19, 2013

Cyber school education

So so many of my friends have inquired this year about our homeschooling experience that I've decided it's time to have a blog about it for reference. In list form I would like to first address our greatest joys and determiners in our decision to use the cyber homeschool education as our family's school option.
-Greater influence in our children's shaping and development in all areas, socially, emotionally, spiritually, and academically.
-Family flexibility in academics, family time, and illness recovery.
-Germ introduction especially as younger children is more limited.
-Closely monitoring and being involved in academic achievement, social involvements and being a direct proponent of their academic success!
-Having daily opportunity afforded for our children to learn from one another. To mature and relate in family relationships which can be so rewarding to see them learning life skills, positive social interaction and ways of behaving from familial positive peer pressure.
-Academically being more able to search for ways to meet any individual needs or material that specifically fits the desires and interests of our students. For example, we wanted a school that provided elementary Spanish and this has been the most rewarding and exciting course for our student last year!
-Having flexible hours and days yet also with cyber education finding great joy in the structure and schedule provided for us as we desire to use it.
-Curriculum and course materials needed for the year mailed to our doorstep.
-Many support staff and easily accessible help for any support, questions or concerns I may have.
-More time in our evenings to do activities for student outlets for fun and leisure and also family enjoyment because "homework" is completed throughout the day!
-Money spent on school supplies and outfits is very minimal because our students are not needing as much as may be needed for traditional school.

I honestly cannot think of anything negative to say aside from this past years final couple Math units and feeling like the last one should have maybe been a previous lesson as it helped offer some more full explanations to our student.

I fully believe the Handwriting Without Tears curriculum is top notch, along with their Phonics curriculum. We have had great success in all areas and anytime our student began struggling in an area the staff was on their game to offer support, guidance and extra help! They test often and throughout the units in each subject offering many opportunities to see growth or struggle. The online school portion is not overly time consuming and offered many fun interactive learning opportunities.

The school also affords opportunities to come together as a community in fun, learning and other activities.

We do not homeschool out of fear, but instead out of a belief that we are called by God to protect, provide and foster positive growth and development in our children. We personally believe for our family this is the wisest option for us. And it doesn't come without sacrifice. Financially we sacrifice. Some may say we sacrifice our time too. I lay down my desires for what i beleive is best for my children in that i do not do a lot of things for myself or get to do as many stay at home mom type activities because Im a very busy teacher and mom. But we truly believe with all the information we have learned and heard from friends and colleagues over the years that sadly school is not as it once was. There is more violence, earlier and earlier exposure to sex and sexuality (do you believe young boys are bringing pornographic material onto school grounds at the age if eight? Here's my plug to talk to your elementary student about sex!) and students are talking about so much more than that ( suicide, relationships, death etc) all often without an adult to help offer guided support or helpful language needed to properly explain or sift through these incredibly delicate issues with these equally delicate and shapeable hearts!

Please do not get me wrong, by no means am I saying its wrong to send a child to school. In fact I think it's a very difficult weighty decision that we openly discuss our thoughts, reasons and concerns for in all regards frequently to make sure we feel we are following Gods lead. As parents we pray often for Gods guidance and we ask those in aurhority over us and those we trust for thier experiences, opinions and thouhts and we listen for His leading. Open discussion and careful discernment are key to making the wisest decision for your student and for your family.

I will say that we don't believe it's a decision which should be left to a child to choose their most desired, favorite or best option. They are children, their view is limited. We are the adults with all the information, with the full perspective and with the God given responsibility to raise children who are being afforded the most opportunities for godly, positive and safe environment in all areas, academically, socially, mentally and emotionally. We do discuss the various options and allow the children to understand all that is involved in each schooling option, however, in the end we also explain our reasoning behind our decision.

I won't even get into our concerns for the school staff and the lack of sexual accountability and social standards of sexually acceptable words, choices, lifestyle and actions for adults who then become vital parts of the students mental, social and academic growth... They both monitor the students and role model for them.

One final concern we had was for our students safety. Safety in both student to student interaction and from outside violence which sadly has increased greatly in our country recently. We know as parents we cannot protect our children from everything, however, we also believe we want to provide a safe and secure environment,  particularly in the elementary very formidable and shaping years. This is where their hearts and minds are so tender and ripe for growth and development cognitively and emotionally is really soaring. Bullying can cause such detriment and while some adversity and opportunities to socially, emotionally and cognitively develop coping mechanisms is also vital we seek to provide guided and less opportunities for it to become a negative.

I probably could go on, but these have been some of our greatest determining factors, thoughts, concerns, and beliefs in our decision.

Ultimately, we love the attitudes, decisions and hearts of our kids and who they are growing  into so much. It gives us a great sense of joy to play this incredibly integral role in their academic, social, emotional, spiritual and cognitive development.

We love Cyber education with Agora!


Friday, May 10, 2013

Walking a dichotomous road after losing a child in the womb....

Over the past five years, since we delivered and buried our second child we have had much opportunity to walk the road of grief toward healing and hope alongside some of the most faith filled individuals. I personally don't know that the journey will ever "be complete" in the here and now. But, what I do know is that journeying it alone would be and would have been impossible.

On the very day we delivered Joeli a dear friend of my family traveled from Delaware to be physically present with us in the hospital. Her willingness to leave her tasks and meet us where we were was astounding. Why did she do that? Because she had walked our same road. Her first loss was, I believe her 3rd child, a daughter, born still at 23 weeks. Her name is Rachel and Janet described Rachel's features and how she longed for her life and misses her to "this day", which was then over a decade later. Janet also suffered the loss of twins at about 10 weeks pregnant. She dropped everything to be by our side because she knew the empty bitterness of what our hearts and my body were experiencing. And she mourned with us for what should have been.

There were many, like Janet, who walked with us through our most difficult hours, days, weeks and months. I thank God often for these deeply caring individuals.

After losing Joeli and waiting for many results to come back, we were told by the Dr.'s that they could find no clear reason for her death. It was scary, disheartening and confusing. No one could tell me why it happened, so naturally I blamed myself and tried to search for any and all reasons why this could have happened. Maybe it was the fibroid tumor in my uterus which had previously caused one Dr. to think I may never even bear children? Maybe it was the lunch meat I ate a week or two before finding out we had lost her? Maybe it was me accidentally sleeping on my stomach in the middle of the night? The list went on and on as my mind searched for answers. But there were none.

That is, I think, what scared me the most about ever becoming pregnant again. How could I prevent what I didn't even have a cause for? How could I be certain I would never have to hold and bury my cold lifeless child again? I did not feel capable of dealing with that. I didn't feel capable of handing this ever again. So initially I verbally decided I was, "done". I would never have children again. I would adopt. I would wait for God to show me what He had for us. But I never wanted to have another child ever again.

I remember one conversation with my dear faith-filled mom in my backyard. She asked me the question I dreaded. She asked if I wanted to try to have more children. Of course somewhere buried deep below the surface of my agony was the glimmer of hope and desire I had always had since my own childhood of having a big happy family with tons of laughter and carrying on. But, on the surface, I was still so numb and confused and afraid. Terrified, actually. I was terrified that if I did try again the same thing would happen. And how could I ever handle that? I still tell God I can't. But, I also told Him I felt I couldn't handle many things that I have now faced in my life. Anyway, that conversation ended with my mom telling me that she believed God had more children in store for my life yet and not to give up hope or faith. A terrible dichotomy of desiring something so deeply while at the very same time being terrified and almost closed off to ever wanting to try to trust "how it's meant to be" working out ever again. I left the conversation thankful for her faith but utterly wavering in my own regarding healthy pregnancy for myself.

Soon after this conversation we began meeting with several other couples from our church who had suffered similar losses and could relate to our questions, our fears, our confusion, our pain. They could relate to our dichotomous fear-filled desire to have more children. And, God, having the beautiful plans He does, chose to allow three of the five of us couples to conceive, each within five weeks of each other. The grace in that was indescribable!

To say I walked through my pregnancy with Sadie without fear would be the greatest lie I've ever told. I was absolutely petrified. In fact, it was such a terrible time with my anxiety there were many times I felt I was going to drown in fears almost literally. Every heartbeat check I would almost go into a full blown panic attack waiting for the blessed sound of the heartbeat. I had a sick feeling about the dates being so similar too. In fact, I cringed when I knew as soon as the test was positive that their due dates would align almost to the day. I was so terrified of being told my due date was again June 18th that I specifically said to the nurse as she was looking up what my date would be, "Whatever you do, don't tell me the 18th...if it is the 18th please just make up another date to tell me" And she said, "Don't worry I don't even have to lie to you, your due date is June 15th". I still felt a bit sick how aligned every date was going to be. It was all still so fresh with Joeli's dates. I could remember her first ultrasound, the first kicks, the first time I saw her on the screen dancing away, the first time Sean felt her moving...then all the bad dates.

Yet, our mysterious God took what the enemy meant for my fear, agony and harm and redeemed every date, every month, every moment of that year by Sadie's pregnancy going smoothly and each date is now filled with renewed hope and with an oil of gladness in place of where sorrow was. I thank God for this often!

When we got pregnant with Joeby Ray I made a conscious choice and verbally committed to God to not live in fear or anxiety, but to trust His plan no matter what may come. I had to moment to moment continue to walk out this surrender and new mindset. With Joeby's pregnancy I felt a peace and strength to face whatever may come that I did not feel with Sadie's pregnancy.

When I look back I see why I was so filled with doubts and fears with their pregnancies. It's completely normal and understandable to be afraid of what we have no control over. So, I've found true the scripture,

Luke 12:25
And which of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life’s span?
 
So today, instead of worrying, I have to continue walking in the conscious choice to trust the hand that both gives and takes life away. I have to, often times, moment to moment surrender my anxious thoughts and my fears to His loving arms.
 
I pray that as you walk your own journey and face whatever fears may come your way, that you face them boldly and laying aside your fears and worries. And I pray that, like us, you may find brave warrior friends who will stand in the fight with you and war with you to the glory of our God and King!!
 
So much love and prayers for yours (and my own) victory over doubt, fear and worry!
 
Love,
Abi
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

The Run

Life,

it's like the run.

There are so many parallels, and again I have one to share.

Sometimes I run the race and feel a Force, the wind, so bitterly opposing me. This Force, it almost rises up against me to strike my face. The leaves and dust particles beat harshly against me and my legs feel scorched with heat as I strive to push on. Not much seems to be going for me. And the Force that seems so vehemently against my striving, as if almost fighting against my every step, stays angrily opposed in my path.

Yet, when I surrender my path and instead choose to turn around, this same Force allows the change; almost welcomes it. It's almost as if instead of being opposed to my step it is now gently propelling me onward. Lovingly and tenderly leading me toward the goal; toward Home. It was almost as if when running in the other direction the Force was, rather than opposing me face on, lovingly grasping my arms and holding me from behind me where He had been waiting from the other direction for me to turn. Graciously pulling my arms and trying to coerce me to turn around, to yield my way for another path; this was the same Force? This was the same God?

Yes.

All along, what seemed like opposition, bitter and biting was actually God revealing, or trying to reveal to my heart, the way I was on was not His. He wanted for me, another way, a way that would be filled with gentle loving reminders of His love, faithfulness and mercy. A way that although still filled with pain in the race, now had a Force leading me, guiding me, lovingly pushing me on.

Is He asking you to leave the path you're on? Are your days filled with dust particles burning your eyes and scratching your scorched face? Do you feel opposition in your decision? Maybe, just maybe it is not the angry bitter lashing hand of an authoritative Ruler God, but instead, strong, yet love-filled reminders that there is a better path to take. A way filled with less hurts and more joy. A path filled with less heartache and confusion and instead filled with more peace and hope.

His way still is a run, for this is, after all, life. And in life we have not yet tasted of his delightful, full restoration. But, in Him is hope for the future He promises to all those who believe on His Son and confess their need for Him.

I pray that today finds you seeking the Force that will lovingly guide you through this run, this life, as I have found Him and am ever grateful that through all my ups and downs, He loves!

~Abi

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

From a Father's Heart...

My husband Sean shares his story...

Joeli Grace
When I think about what happened that night, everything comes flooding back like a terrible dream. No matter how far separated from the event by days, months or years I will never forget how I felt. It was the absolute worst night of my life.
It was Wednesday January 29, 2008. My wife Abi was pregnant with our second baby. The day started like any day should. I went to work in the morning and that evening we had plans for dinner at our close friends’ house. It also just so happened that we had a “routine” five month checkup scheduled in the afternoon and an ultrasound for the following day. I mention the ultrasound scheduled for the following day because we were very excited about it. We were going to find out if we were having a baby boy or girl.
I thank God to this day that I was there for that five month appointment. I could not imagine Abi being there alone. Up until this point I was so preoccupied with work that I had only been able to make one other appointment.
I vividly remember sitting in the waiting room. I was trying to entertain my two year old daughter, Seana, with a typical waiting room-like wooden playhouse and kitchen set. We were one of the last appointments of the day so there weren’t many people in there with us. What happened next started a chain of events that I wish God would have somehow spared us from.
Abi came out of the room with a desperate look on her face. All she said was “Sean, they can’t find the heart beat”. I had no idea what to think. My heart immediately sunk but I went straight into denial. As we walked out to the car I called our friends to cancel our previously arranged dinner plans. I asked my friend to keep the baby in prayer. I said something like, “I’m sure everything is fine but we just need to go in for an emergency ultrasound to find out what is going on”. I reassured Abi over and over again that everything was going to be okay.
We arrived at the hospital and were told to sit in the normal waiting room with another expecting mother, but Abi couldn’t handle it. She froze at the door and would not go in. We waited by ourselves outside of the triage until Abi's sister arrived. She was able to watch Seana for us.
Finally, we were called back and given a room. The technician got Abi ready for the ultrasound. Abi couldn’t see the screen but I could. She asked me to squeeze her hand if I saw a heartbeat. Until this point I was still convinced that somehow everything was going to be fine and the baby would be ok, but I was wrong. I stared at the screen in total disbelief. There was no heartbeat. I stared blankly at the screen for some time. I wanted to squeeze Abi’s hand so badly but I couldn’t. Everyone in the room was completely silent except for Abi. She screamed “No! Why God? Why?! “. I had never felt so helpless.
At this point we did not know what to do but we had to somehow come to accept the reality of what was happening so we asked them to use the Doppler. We thought that maybe if the baby was positioned strangely that we could at least hear the heartbeat. This brought a fleeting glimpse of hope when even the doctor could not tell whether he was hearing a slow baby heartbeat or Abi’s. They did another ultrasound only for us to view the lifeless screen one last time.
We were given two options. We could either go home and wait for nature to take its course, allowing Abi to go into labor naturally or be induced that night. I was overwhelmed by confusion and doubt. I still could not 100% believe that our baby was dead. Abi still kept telling me that she thought she felt movement. I did not know what to think but we had to face the facts. We had the results of two ultrasounds and the Doppler saying that there was no longer life in my wife’s belly. If we went home, we had no idea how long it could take. We didn’t think either of us could have handled that emotionally so we decided for Abi to be induced.
We were taken to another room were Abi would have the baby. It wasn’t the wing were healthy babies were born. It was different. It was such a weird and terrible feeling. I struggled with how to even define it. Abi wasn’t giving birth, our baby wasn’t alive. She was just going into labor.
We had been at this same hospital to give birth to a healthy baby just two years prior. The room this time was vaguely similar. There was a bed, a birthing ball, a room to take a hot shower but it just felt like we were there in vain. It was very eerie.
I stayed up with Abi all night waiting for the Pitocin to kick in and start contractions. There was no bed in this room other than the one that Abi was on so I just laid on the cold tile floor with a blanket. After several hours the contractions started. There was something very scary about this for me. I still wanted to believe that our baby was alive but when labor started it was the beginning of reality setting in. This was the point when I knew it was really over and I just erupted into tears. I was helpless.
Labor went into the following morning. It seemed like an eternity of drawn out, excruciating, emotional agony. I hated every second of it.
Nevertheless, God was still in control. He sent a terrible trial into our lives that day but He provided ways for us to get through it. There were not many things I could count as blessings at the time but I will say that He sent the most amazing nurse I think we could have possibly been given. Her name was Eleanor. I hope she somehow reads this someday because at the time I could not express to her just how much she meant to my wife and I. She was gentle, courteous, considerate and went out of her way to help us that day. Nothing could lessen the pain but Eleanor was a ray of light sent by God to let us know there was a way to get through this.
We had our baby late that morning. No doctors came in for the delivery because I guess there was no need. We had a baby girl. We named her Joeli Grace Dougherty. It was a very strange thing because I knew deep down that our little one was in heaven with Jesus and she probably had been for several days already. So we never really got to meet Joeli, we were just looking at her shell.
We spent some time with her shell that morning. We held her and kissed her, we took some pictures too. But most of all we cried. Abi and I sobbed for hours.
Later that day they told us we had to leave. Abi was in good health and there was no need to spend another night. Leaving was very hard for me. It felt so backward to be leaving my little girl wrapped up in a pink blanket all by herself in that cold, strange room. I just kept thinking that we were not supposed to be leaving there with empty arms. I had a lot of flashbacks to the first time we were at that hospital with our first healthy baby. Everything seemed completely opposite now. We got in the car, just Abi and I and drove away.
Abi and I got in a lot of arguments over the next couple of days. We were handling things very differently. At the time, I felt like we needed to be strong and I was not giving Abi adequate time to recover emotionally.
My parents traveled to be with us and to attend Joeli’s funeral. The night before we buried our daughter was the culmination of all of our frustrations. Abi and I got into the worst argument we had ever been in. We just screamed at each other at the top of our lungs and I think I got hit a few times while my parents probably just sat downstairs and listened. They must have felt so awkward.
Our argument ended in tears just like most all of our other arguments over the preceding several days. Together, we decided to go out and buy some nice outfits for the funeral. Also, at that moment I decided to just remain weak for awhile and forget about trying to be strong.
The funeral was an amazing outpouring of love from our friends and family. The funeral director said it was the most people he had ever seen for a stillbirth burial. Joeli’s body was very small. She actually fit into a small rectangular urn. We put her body into the ground that day at Mellinger's Mennonite Cemetery and said our goodbyes.
Although we never got to meet Joeli, I will never forget the precious time we had with her while she was still in the womb. I treasure the times I was able to put my face on my wife’s belly to be close to her. I cherish the kick I felt only a week or two prior. I will always remember that first ultrasound we had of her and seeing her little heart beating away.
One thing that I have always said about my little Joeli is that she taught me more in the short time we had with her than one would ever imagine a child could teach her father in a lifetime. She was such an amazing gift. After we lost Joeli I made a very purposeful choice to not be angry for the time I lost with her but to cherish those moments we had.
Joeli you made your daddy a better man. This story is in honor of you and the blessing you were to our family. Thank you.