Have you ever had a dream die?
years we would hold a son in our arms. We accepted what God told her right then. Our whole church gave God praise for this word from the Lord. There is power in faith.
Have you ever had a dream die?
Joshua Asher Weiser is here. (Joshua=The Lord is my salvation and Asher=Blessed)
He was born November 17th by emergency C section. He weighed 8 lbs. and is 21 inches long.
He spent two days in the NICU at Mission Hospital in Asheville. Though he had a rough start, he is doing great now. I spent five days at Pardee Hospital in Hendersonville. I would not wish an emergency C section on my worst enemy! It is a horrible ordeal!
I will write more about our birth story soon. Look for an upcoming birth story called “Birthing Joshua”.
We have been recovering for the past six weeks. I had anemia in addition to having the emergency C section. Recovering involved a lot of sitting, and my husband and oldest kids doing the tasks I would normally do, taking care of the younger kids, cooking, cleaning, and helping me get up to go to the bathroom, etc. For the most part, I only had to take care of our newborn baby, Joshua. But, it is hard to not be able to do even the basic things you normally would do.
After the surgery, the doctor put me on restricted activity for six weeks, no driving, no lifting, minimal standing and walking, etc. I was told if I lifted anything over 10 lbs, or if I over exerted myself, I could cause severe scar tissue and set back my recover process. The doctor had said my incisions should be healed enough to start walking some after the six week mark.
Praise God, I am finally feeling better and able to get around some.
We made it to our six week mark this week, so I am ready to start moving more and get out of the house more. Though I am very tired, and sleep deprived from having a new born baby, the brain fog is starting to lift. Yesterday, we took a short day trip to the Charlotte NC area to explore. I did a little walking. I am writing a story about it called “Dan Nicholas Park”.
Facing death affects you. Facing trials affects you. Facing the loss of your dreams and plans affects you. I would not have been able to face any of these things had I not had faith that God was with me and helping me through. I had planned on a beautiful natural birth with a midwife, but instead we birthed in a hospital hooked up to medical devices that I never wanted. I had planned to hold my new baby immediately at birth, instead I was unconscious from general anesthesia and my baby was sent to another hospital. I had planned on my birthing expenses being $2,500 and instead it will cost $40,000. I had planned to be back on my feet within a week or two of delivery, instead it has taken six weeks to get back to basic functions, and could take six months before I am able to function as I did before the surgery.
We faced a huge challenge of life and death for us both. But God was there with us and gave us strength to go through these trials. With each passing day, we are stronger and grateful to be here.
I thank everyone for your prayers, well wishes, and checking on us as we have progressed through this trial. When we returned home from the hospital, the local homeschool community brought meals to our home for two weeks. What a blessing it was! My husband has cooked eggs and oatmeal for my breakfast for six weeks, served me raw milk, and given me my vitamins and iron supplement, and helped me eat healthy so I could recover quicker. My iron level went from an 8 at surgery to an 11 four weeks later, because he consistently fed me a protein and iron rich diet. I could not have done this and looked after the family on my own, and his contribution has made a huge difference in the speed of my recovery. It has not been easy and most days he had to get up by 4:30 am to make breakfast for me and the family, and get ready for work. Then he hurried home to help with dinner, laundry, cleaning, dishes, etc. too. I am grateful for each blessing that has come, and has allowed my body time to heal. Now, I am ready to make him breakfast again (I’ve accomplished two days of cooking breakfasts, lunch, and dinners so far), but he can keep the chore of the dishes if he wants too!
I am excited about life, about what God is doing in my life, my family, and I am looking forward to more activity in the days and weeks and months ahead.
I have set up a baby registry at Walmart, if anyone would like to send gift certificates or items to bless our family, I greatly appreciate it. Thank you in advance.
Miscarriage
A Poem about Life and Death
by Melinda Weiser
You were here, in my womb.
God gave you to me. I loved you from the start.
I grew with you. You changed me.
I will never forget.
You left me, so quickly. You left me to soon.
Your absence has created a whole in my heart.
The sea of red, the pain, brokeness, and sadness,
I will never forget.
My milk is waiting to feed you. My arms are aching to hold you.
But the time has passed, and the potential has bled away.
I still long to touch you, and to kiss you.
I will never foget.
You came from heaven, and that is where you are now.
It is where you were meant to go from the start.
The short time we spent together, growing hopes and dreams.
I will never forget.
You must wait for me, sweet precious one.
Untill we are no longer apart.
Sweet moments are gone. My heart breaks and aches.
I will never forget.
When Jesus says “Enter in” I will rejoice,
I will leap for joy to be with my Savior, Lord, and King.
In heaven I will see you some day. Then I will hold you, and kiss you.
I will never forget.
I lost my precious baby to miscarriage on October 19th, 2010.
Micarriage is an ugly word and an ugly thing.
It is the death of a life. The death of an innocent life.
Your body puts forth a great amount of effort to grow this life.
Birth is beautiful. Miscarriage is ugly.
Miscarriage is a theif.
You change, physically and mentally.
You may suffer from symptoms you cannot control while you grow this life inside.
Miscarriage robs you of the rewards!
You have nothing good to show for the changes and efforts you have put forth.
Miscarriage is an angry word.
It is violent. It is sudden.
It steals your strength. It steals your blood, your very life force.
It leaves you exhausted, without energy, covered in blood, deficient, aching, and wounded.
It wounds the mother, the father, and the whole family.
Miscarriage is a lonely word.
It is humiliating.
It is embarrasing.
You have told everyone you are expecting a new baby.
You were excited.
Now you have to tell everyone you have lost the baby.
You don’t want them to feel sorry for you. You don’t want them to feel uncomfortable and not know what to say.
You don’t want to hear them say, “you can try again”.
You hide your pain. It is a private grief.
Miscarriage is a cruel irony.
You have been preparing for this life you are carrying. You are wearing pregnancy clothes.
You may have spent money on clothing for yourself, and bought items for your new baby.
You may have already rearranged things in your life to prepare for his or her arrival.
You’ve likely paid a doctor or midwife to look after your prenatal care.
You may have prepared a room for your new child.
Now, baby is gone. The clothing, the room, and the items seem ironic and out of place.
It seems like a sureal dream.
You cry.
How many women are hurting, aching, and feeling alone?
How many are angry?
How many don’t have someone to talk to and cry with?
How many feel they can’t talk to their husband, or pastor, or family about their loss?
How long will she suffer and the pain continue in her heart?
Approximately one in four, to one in five pregnancies end in a miscarriage.
If you have had a miscarriage, talk with someone about what you are going through.
Or if you know a woman who has had one, please reach out to her and support her.
It will take time to heal.
It will take support to heal.
It will take love to heal.
She will never forget.