Be Careful What You Pray For . . .

Have you ever heard that phrase?



Well . . . I believe that God loves us sooooooooooo much that He cares about the tiniest little things that we have going on in our lives.




He also hears the prayers that we just toss into the air . . . not really thinking about what we say, just speaking. I did that a little over 5 years ago.



Rick and I were wanting another baby. After my second pregnancy, I said that I was done but then that tugging at my heart happened again and I decided that maybe I could do one more. I had always wanted four kids but had resigned myself to the fact that I didn't think my body could go through two more pregnancies. So . . . before I had even gotten pregnant, I said . . ."God, if you give me multiples, I could get two babies with one pregnancy." Do the math! Four kids!



What was I thinking!! Did I really think He wouldn't listen to me?



For the love of all things chocolate . . . would you look at that! Two babies, tucked warm in that tummy, laying breech and not moving an inch! 38 weeks and its time to see the answer to a prayer tossed up with the breeze!



I know . . . a large white stripe down the side of my shirt does nothing for my figure!

Baby A was born at 1:30pm and Baby B was born at 1:32pm.




I had a good friend, Brenda, waiting in the wings. She was a NICU nurse at the time and knew right away that Baby B - Kash Richard was going to need some help breathing. They held him up for me to see and then rushed him off. Baby A - Klay Don was right there with me the whole time.






It was a crazy time . . . I had a difficult time after delivery with hemoraging and then blood pressure spiking and then dropping. It was crazy. Rick was running back and forth from NICU to my room trying to be good daddy and good husband. I felt like a limp noodle. But my hair still looks good!




But poor little Kash-man was all by himself . . .





By 10:30 that night, I was beside myself wanting to see my baby. Rick went and found a couple nurses, brought them in the room and said, "I don't care if we have to wheel her whole bed into NICU . . . she's gonna see that baby tonight!" In about 5 minutes, I was loaded up and headed to Kash!


He was just a screaming his head off . . . it was terrible. The nurse taking care of him, was the wife of one of our team roping friends. She quickly scooped him up and handed him to me. I pulled him close, my poor baby! Looked down at him and said, "Kkkaaaasssshhhhh. Mama's here." He stopped crying and looked right into my eyes. At that moment, I fell in love, and then let all the tears of the day flow. I looked over at my sweet husband and he was letting the stress of the day flow also.


We came home after a few days and now have this . . .







State fair carnival ride junkies, five year old birthday boys, and hunters ready to take their double-shot nerf shotguns out with their big brother!

THEY ARE A HANDFUL! Don't get me wrong . . . these little guys are the source of all things funny, loveable, sweet, stinky, ornery, and precious around our house. When it's quiet . . . we are looking for them . . . either they have fallen asleep in exhaustion somewhere or they are up to trouble!



And in all this . . . I Praise Him for listening to my heart, even when my words were just . . . tossed in the air.



Blessings~
P.