Time flies...

I was just re-reading my last post, about getting ready to go to Time Out for Women. It is hard to believe that it has been that long since I have posted! It is now May already! So much has happened since then... Maybe a quick update post would be a good place to start.

Shortly after that Conference, I found out I was expecting again!! This will be our tenth child! If it is a boy, we will be tied up at five girls, and five boys. After three girls in a row, then Eric, I am thinking that it will be a boy, so he can have a little partner. I can't wait! It is such an amazing experience!

I was enjoying the baby moving around the other day, and the thought of how fortunate I was to be feeling this once again, washed over me. I cannot honestly imagine, only being able to experience this a couple times. It has been such a privilege to be able to enjoy ten pregnancies. To see that line appear on the pregnancy test, to hear the heartbeat for the first time, to feel those first few faint flutters. All of those things are just amazing!!

As I am typing this, the baby is moving all around, and my body is having those early warm and fuzzy, practice birthing waves (contractions). My one year old is curled up next to me in bed, looking like an angel sleeping peacefully. My other children are all tucked into their beds and fast asleep as well. Is there anything so serene as the peace you feel at the end of the day, when all your children are sleeping in their beds, all at home? I know my time enjoying that, is coming to a close, as the oldest ones will be moving on shortly, so I am trying to savor each moment I have it still.

They are only ours for such a short time. One of the benefits of having a large family, to me anyways, is that you have the chance to learn some important things as your first kids grow older, and then put into practice those lessons as the younger ones arrive. I used to wish and wait for all those milestones that seem so all-encompassing with your first one or two. Sleeping through the night, crawling, walking, talking, etc. Those things are so much fun to witness, but they do not hold with them, the enormity that they once did. All the moments in between are cherished just as much, if not a little more. The way they feel as they snuggle against you sleeping, the looks that they give as they discover new things, their little hand in yours as they go down a step. Those are the daily moments that I look forward to.

The essence (at least I feel) of mothering, is not in the giant moments, but in all the little ones that are in between. I can't tell you how many times when I was a young mother, that people tried to tell me, to slow down, and enjoy it. I tried to humor them, and even follow that advice, but in the back of my mind I was always thinking - "As soon as we get to (a few milestones later), then I will be able to relax and enjoy it". I understand what they meant now. I do enjoy my younger ones, a lot more. There is less stress, less anxiety, less of my self worth wrapped up in what age they are when they do certain things. I am able to enjoy them for being them. I am able to cherish each moment.

Don't get me wrong. I love my older ones. We had so much fun together. Life was so much simpler. It was just them and me, home all day together. I look back with such fond memories. I watch old home movies, and laugh and smile, and am filled with a sense of awe and amazement at those early days. I have learned so much from them. I just wish, in retrospect, I had savored those moments more. They are so fleeting.

My Journey

In a few weeks, I will be attending a retreat sponsored by Deseret Book. This is a wonderful two day event, that always inspires, uplifts, and encourages me. They have some of my favorite authors speaking this time. In addition, they are offering the chance to have lunch with the presenters, if you submit a story about a journey you have taken. It had to be under 700 words. I think mine is 699. I have been wanting to share my conversion story on here for awhile now, but can't seem to find the time to type it all out. So, I will post this short version here. It is based on the one I just submitted to mormon.org.

Growing up, I can remember always wondering if there was a God. We were not raised with any religion in our home. I used to envy my friends who went to church, and took classes during the week. I always knew I wanted to belong to a church when I grew up. This desire to know about God, eventually led me to the Restored Gospel.

As I began searching in earnest, I happened to attend Church with friends along with my husband and two year old son. That Sunday, the Young Women were sharing their testimonies. One after another, they spoke about their faith in God, and how it affected their lives. I was very touched, and impressed that these girls could have such solid faith, when at 21 I was still unsure what I believed. I knew at that moment though, that I wanted my children to be brought up with faith, and renewed my efforts to find a church to join. I continued to attend the different churches in my town, but nothing ever felt right.

Having not grown up with, or in, a faith, I had created my own picture of what Church should be like. I always thought when you went to Church, you belonged to it. It was a part of your life. You knew everyone, they knew you. You loved and served each other, and it was a big part of your life. It was not a Sunday only thing. Most of all, it should bring into your life a strong faith, that you built your life upon. After I had attended the local churches a few times, I was bothered that I still wasn't sure if there really was a God. Was He really there? Did He really care about me? Feeling kind of awkward to ask someone such a personal question, I kept it to myself for a few months.

One night however, while talking to the neighbors I had attended Church with month’s earlier, the opportunity to ask 'how do you have faith?' came up. I mentioned those girls I had seen as an example. How did they know? How did my neighbor's know? After a great discussion, they sent me home to read a few verses in the Book of Mormon, which talked about how faith is like a seed. I read about how you need to plant the seed by desiring, and then about how it grows as you act upon it. I read not only those verses, but the entire Book of Mormon over the next 5 days. That was the beginning of my testimony that God lives, He loves us, and He restored His Gospel to us. I found the faith I was seeking, and the Church I had always envisioned. I was baptized four weeks later.

 Though not interested at first, my husband slowly gained a testimony of the Prophet Joseph Smith. He was baptized on Father’s day, almost two years later. We were sealed in the Temple a year later while expecting our third child. That was 17 years ago. We are now the parents of nine children – ages 19 down to 8 months. We remain the only members in our family on both sides.

Since joining, we have tried to be as active as possible, and pass on our faith to our children. They are the first generation to be brought up in the gospel. We struggle sometimes, in raising them completely different from the way that we were raised – to incorporate the scriptures into teaching moments, to remember to have family prayer, and how best to engage the children in scripture study. We have fun introducing and building what will hopefully be family traditions – Family home Evenings, General Conference weekends, having the Missionaries over for “breakfast for dinner” nights.  We enjoy tender moments as my husband is able to give the children blessings for their health, and for comfort.

One especially touching moment was a few weeks ago, when I was able to listen to my daughter, age 16, bear her testimony in Sacrament along with all the other Young Women. In that moment, it felt like a circle had been completed.

FHE on "Samuel the Lamanite"

Tonight we had our Family Home Evening with another family in our Stake. We have seen each other at many stake events, been friends on Facebook for awhile, but never really gotten to know each other in person before. So, we got together for FHE. They provided the pool, fruit salad, a fire pit and s'mores, and we provided the cookies, and the lesson.


I told the story of Samuel the Lamanite, from the Book of Mormon. We talked about him climbing on the wall to give the news of the coming of Jesus' birth, and about the new star, and how they needed to repent or face destruction. We talked about how some people believed, but most did not, and some even tried to kill him with the bows and arrows. We then discussed how they could not hit him, as the Lord was protecting him. I made the point that the Lord is always with us when we do as He commands. He will watch over us, help us, and even spare our life if that is necessary for us to carry out His will. (As I was sharing a recap with my oldest son later on, he remarked that it was the same lesson we learn from Nephi. "And it came to pass that I, Nephi, said unto my father: I ^awill go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth no ^bcommandments unto the children of men, save he shall ^cprepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them.")


Afterwards, we had the kids make little bows and arrows that they could keep to remind them that the Lord is always there for them as they strive to follow and serve Him. They were made out of popsicle sticks, dental floss, and q-tips. We got the idea from The Brooding Hen (http://thebroodinghen.blogspot.com/2010/06/tiny-bow-arrow.html). They really did work!!! The kids had a blast shooting each other with them. I ended up making an extra one for my husband for his desk at Church. I think I will find a really nice scripture to go with it, and make a nice little display for him to have.


Overall, I think it was a great night! It is so much fun to fellowship with other members, and get to know them in thier homes. We also got to pass on our secret to making awesome s'mores. (Use chocolate chip cookies instead of graham cookies!!). Hope you had a good FHE too!!! Now I need to find another great idea for one in a few weeks with a few families at our house.

"I Know that My Redeemer Lives"

While on a family vacation (details and pic's to follow), I had an opportunity to spend an hour or so alone with Eric, my five month old son. We had enjoyed a nap together earlier that day, so it was a nice suprise, when the opportunity arose again so soon. While Dad took the kids swimming again, Eric and I nursed, and rocked, and then he started to drift off to sleep. As I walked around the room, I decided it would be nice to have some music. Since we had no Wi-fi, and I had already listened to my regular playlist in the car over and over again, I decided to put on the EFY list I had created. (Especially for Youth - week long retreats for Young adults put on by BYU - Brigham Young University - and they always have music as a focus, so every year they put out a CD with the songs on it.)

As we slow danced around the room, one of my favorite songs came on. "I Know that My Redeemer Lives". This has always been one of my favorite hymns. As I sang along, I started to feel my heart grow very tender, and my eyes starting to water. I could really feel the Spirit, and I was reminded of how much I really do love the Savior. With nine kids, homeschooling, and a husband that is Bishop, we have a pretty busy household. Even though I read scriptures daily (well, pretty close anyways), and say a multitude of prayers everyday (family, meals, in my head as I go through the day, with kids at bedtime, etc), I have gotten distracted. My testimony has always been, and continues to be strong. However, when I study lately, I have only been studying for a purpose. I am usually preparing a lesson of some kind - seminary, RS, Primary, FHE, etc. I do learn while studying, and I do feel the Spirit while teaching, but it is not the same as studying and praying just to do it. Just to draw close, just to feel the Spirit, just to learn more about Him.

I love doing those things!! I always have, and I hope I always will. But let's face it. Life happens. You get into a routine, or a rut, and you find yourself, just trying to survive the day. You find yourself doing those things, because they are important to you, because you need to, because you are supposed to, and even a little because you know they bring you joy - but you forget to feel it. I mean REALLY feel it. To take a few minutes to really feel how important this knowledge is to you, to really feel what the Savior did for you, to really feel how special it is that you can talk to him through prayer, to really feel how amazing it is, that you were able to find the Church, and gain a testimony, to really feel just how much you love Him, and really feel how much He loves you.

But for those few moments, I REALLY felt it. It came back to me. Why I do every thing I do. Why I teach my children the things I do, why I support my husband in his callings, and pray for my son to serve a mission. Why I read my scriptures, and say my prayers. I know all these things, and I hope you do too. For a few moments as I stood there with my little man snuggling on my shoulder, swaying and singing to him, I could feel why I do those things. I am grateful for the reminder, and I am going to make that a priority - to gain and keep that feeling. To stop being so distracted. To enjoy the Gospel a little more. To enjoy my scripture study, and look forward to and enjoy praying. And I hope you will too!!!

FHE - Murmuring

For Family Home Evening tonight, I taught a lesson on "murmuring". (To be honest, I got part of the idea from the "Work and the Glory"). We have had a big problem in our home lately, with murmuring. It seems that everytime someone is asked to do something they complain. If someone else does something that they don't like, they complain. If anything comes up, that they weren't planning on, they complain. Even treats, and special occasions, were starting to be subject to complaining. Worse yet, as parents, we complained that they were complaining!!

I decided that it needed to be addressed, but in a more creative way than complaining! So, we started in the Old Testament, where the Lord is telling the Israelites that they were not going to be allowed into the Promised Land. He uses some very strong imagery in pointing out that though thier children will be allowed to inherit it, they will not see it themselves. We then talked about what they thought they Israelites could have possibly done to recieve this harsh rebuke. After discussing it, we went back and reread it, and I did not leave out what they had done this time. Then we talked about all the times they murmured and what the Lord had done for them.

We then talked about how the Lord needs servants and leaders that will have faith in Him, and trust Him, and not murmur about everything. That led to a discussion about Zion's camp, and we watched the video off of Youtube. We then ended with our testimony about having gratitude for our blessings, and trusting in Him. I also pointed out, that the Lord gives many commandments that we are asked to follow, and sometimes we think we know why a commandment was given. That reason can sometimes make it easier to follow the commandment, but we need to always remember, that the 'reason' is 'our' thought, not necessarily the Lord's. If what we thought turns out not to be right, we need to not get angry, or confused, or lose faith, but just trust that there is better reasoning behind it. Even the leaders may not know all the reasons, and sometimes the Lord himself only shares line upon line, about why we are to do/not do certain things.

Hopefully, this helps with our murmuring problem. We will be referring back to the lesson as the days go by, when we need to correct the children (and I am sure ourselves sometimes). I will post back later on how it goes.

Prayers Answered

On Monday, Eric had his doctor's appointment in Boston at Children's Hospital. He had to undergo a VCUG test to find out if he had backflow from his bladder into his kidney. This is a very common problem in boys that have a UTI very early in thier life, like Eric had.

The actual procedure lasted about 12 minutes - though it felt much longer. It only hurts as they put it in, but after a baby is hurt, they want to be picked up - but once the catheter is in, you can't pick them up. So you try your best to comfort them, but they are upset you are not holding them, then they are upset that they are being restrained. The nurses and person performing the procedure were very kind and gentle, and nice as can be. They just had to hold his legs and arms gently out of the way so they didn't get in the way of the xrays they were taking. I was allowed to be right there, helping and attempting to calm him with his binky, and talking/singing to him. None of it helped though, the poor thing cried the whole time. Finally, he was done. He had peed when they needed him not to, then he wouldn't pee when it was time - so it took a couple minutes longer than it usually does - actually, he had peed all over the lady in the beginning!

After they were done, we picked him up, calmed him down, then put a diaper on him, and wrapped him up in his blanket, and he snuggled right in. We headed up to his doctor's appt. and we nursed while waiting, and he drifted off to sleep. The doctor came in and looked at all the test results from both the VCUG and the ultrasound he had during his hospital stay. He said that it is very rare to have a UTI that early in life, and not have backflow, but that from what he could see, Eric was fine!! He was given a clear bill of health. We had to give him his medicine a couple more times, just to make sure he didn't end up with an infection from the procedure, but other than that, he was all set.

I am extremely grateful for all the prayers for Eric. Our whole ward, and quite a few friends from other wards, were praying for him. The doctor was amazed that he didn't have backflow. I am sure that it was due to all those prayers, and the health blessing that he recieved. I honestly don't know how people make it through this world without faith. It has sustained me, blessed me, calmed me, reassured me, and given me strength that I alone did not have - not just this time, but countless times. I truly am grateful for a loving Father in Heaven that watches over us.

The Lord is with thee....

Two weeks ago, our brand new baby, Eric, was hospitalized due to a kidney infection. He had woken up with a fever that ended up reaching 103.5! His pediatrician admitted us to the hospital, so she could have some tests run to find out what was wrong. 

Originally, he was to have an iv put in automatically, and a catheter put in for a urine test. Having had many children (and pregnancies), I have learned over the years, that a lot of the 'routine' stuff they do, is not necessary all the time. As a result of this, I am constantly questioning why they have to do things. The IV was to prevent dehydration. Since he was still nursing really well, and having wet diapers, he was allowed to skip the IV. She also did a preliminary test on uring collected in a bag, rather than doing the catheter. I tried to have the blood work delayed as well, but they had to get that started right away, just in case it wasn't the urine. 

The preliminary urine test came back looking like that was the cause of the fever, so he had to have a catheter sample taken. His blood was also drawn. This of course, was really tough to watch, but knowing that there were no other options, made it bearable. Later that night, it was determined that it was a UTI, and that he needed IV antibiotics for two nights. This meant an IV after all, but they had a wonderful lab tech that was able to get it in first shot. However, I was told that due to thier small veins, IV's tend to not last on newborns very long. So, I was still glad he hadn't had it earlier, as this gave us more of a chance to not have to do it twice.

That night, we had friends come visit us, and the husband assisted mine in giving Eric a priesthood blessing. The entire ward was also praying for us, as an email was sent out to everyone letting them know what was going on. By the next morning, his fever had broken, and he was feeling much better. I am so grateful for blessings and prayers.

The next day, we went for an ultrasound to find out where the infection was. Turns out, as I mentioned in the beginning, that it was a kidney infection. That night, we were all done with the tests and all the procedures, and were just there to get the second dose of the nightly IV medicine, so we were both able to sleep. He slept almost the whole night!

Due to barely nursing the entire night, he had lost four ounces. Since he already had an IV in anyways, we agreed to giving him a few ounces of fluids, just so he could rest better, without having to wake him up to nurse. The day before, he had nursed a ton, as they kept waking him up all the time to do tests, and vitals, and just check on him. After a day of constantly being interrupted sleeping, he was wiped out. He slept most of Friday till we left around 2pm. 

The nurses there were amazing! They were so helpful, and empathetic. One of them even left the room when they were doing the bloodwork, as she started getting teary eyed, when they couldn't find the vein the first time. They always tried to do everything as minimally invasive as they could. They did most vitals while he slept or nursed. After the first day (when I wouldn't let anyone hold him - including my mom who met us there), they even held him so I could eat, or freshen up. They even stopped me on the way to the kitchen, and would insist that they get whatever I wanted. 

We left on Friday afternoon, and he was on an antibiotic for ten days four times a day. Then he switched to a very low dose antibiotic to keep him infection free till we go to Childrens hospital to find out what caused the kidney infection. 

The amazing part of this whole thing was that I was extremely blessed to know that everything would work out okay. I never panicked. I was very protective of him, hence my not letting anyone hold him till they were all done with the invasive tests, but I was not a wreck. I never felt like his life was in danger. I am very grateful for the support that the Lord gave me. I cannot imagine going through something like this alone - without His help and support. I truly felt uplifted and strengthened, and comforted