Carter Eating2

He's here!

After what seemed like an eternity in the hospital, I was released to go home, and ended up having Baby Carter 1 and 1/2 weeks later.

He was born Mother's Day, May 9, 2010, at 6:39 pm weighing in at 5lb 12oz and 18 inches long. Not too far off from McKeonly's weight at 5.13 and 19 inches long. Timothy Carter Allen Huckins.

I was able to come home on Tuesday, and the second we all got in the door, McKeonly grabbed Carter and they took a long nap on the couch. She apparently had not gotten much sleep while we were still in the hospital.

Now, we are all home, and doing great. Like we never missed a beat...

Bed rest...

Yesterday, I reached 30 weeks in my pregnancy. This little boy is even more anxious than McKeonly was to come into this world. Today has been a full week since my OB had me come to the hospital and a full week since my cervix dilated to almost a 5. So far, we have managed to keep him in, (although all the medications seem a little overwhelming during the times when I start having constant contractions). The doctor did say today, that if I start having the constant contractions again, that he'll give me the dose of demorall, and we'll do the start the saline to get me well hydrated, but that he wouldn't start another dose of the magnesium sulfate, which is good. He says if that doesn't stop it, we will deliver Baby Carter.

This has been a very challenging time for me as I haven't been able to be the wife and mother and worker that I'm used to being on a daily basis. But it's also been a positive, as I've realized that I probably do too much for McKeonly. There is definitely a dependency there (on my part too, unfortunately) that may not be the healthiest for us.

I've also come to the realization that I depend way too much on the support of others and, sadly, have more faith in my friends and family than I do, my Creator. After day 2 of being here in the hospital, I realized that the old saying: "Let go, and Let God." is SO important in every situation we have in life. If we depend on ourselves or others, we will be let down 100% of the time. If we leave it to God, amazingly, He may not come through when we want Him to, but He will come through exactly when we need Him to. In a sermon I heard, the preacher said "If we go in praying, and come out feeling the same way... we've only gone in complaining. Not praying."

This is so true. I've begun praying now, KNOWing that God will provide the answer I need. When I am done with my conversations with Him, I feel so much better. I feel relieved, revived, and full of Hope.

Today is Day 7, and each day here in this hospital gets a little easier, as I spend more and more time with my Creator. Instead of thinking about what others are up to, but focusing on the things of my Life- who I am created to be, and what I am created to do. Each day, I wake up and I don't feel so depressed. I don't feel so purpose-less. I know God has me right where He wants me, and I know that, only here, will He be able to fully take control of the things of my life and, finally, finally, begin to move in my family, my work, my home, and myself.

"For I know the plans I have for you..." -Jeremiah 29:11

Baby Bunnies

So, today, McKeonly got out of school early. She came home and was picking the purple-bloomed weeds in the backyard. We kept hearing a squeal, and I thought it was just the baby birds sitting in the trees.

As I was trying to fix the window at the back of the house, the squealing started again. All of a sudden, McKeonly comes running over to me from across the yard,

"It's a rat! It's a rat!"

As I walk over to see what my dog had caught and is now licking on, it appears to be a itty bitty baby rat. After a closer look, I realize there's no tail and the ears are not mouse ears...

I look over to see the point of origination where McKeonly was, I see fur all over the place. It all clicked.

"That's a bunny!!" I exclaimed.

At that point, my dog swallows the baby bunny whole, so I go over and find three more bunnies. They're no more than a day old. I run to the gate, and call my dog to get him out of the backyard. (Usually not a good idea as he runs off, but my intent was to save the remaining bunnies now and get my dog, who has his tag on, later).

At this point, I realize that there's no possible way these bunnies will make it. Either my dog will eat them, or their mother will smell our scent and not return to care for them. So, I call our vet.

She, apparently, has taken in baby bunnies before, so she agrees to take them and nurse them until they are mature enough to go on their own.

McKeonly wasn't too thrilled because she wanted to keep them and care for them, but I haven't the slightest clue how to care for them. After much discussion and the trip to the vet, she agreed that they would be much better off with the Vet. She left my number, though, so the vet could call her when they are big enough for her to feed and hold.

Very interesting moment...

I still cannot believe my dog ate one.

Happy Birthday, My Sweet Baby-not-so-baby- Girl!

I love you, McKeonly Rashael. You will never know the myriad of ways my life has made sense, and served purpose, time and time again, because of you. You are an angel, and I am the most blessed person, that God would have the grace and mercy on me, to allow me to be your guardian while here on Earth. You are the best!