Holidays 2011

We're having a good holiday season! We're currently still enjoying Christmas - our tree and decorations are still up. Whoops. We didn't get them up until the week before Christmas, though, so that makes it a bit more excusable, right? Putting them away might be a good project for this week, though, huh? We did get our Advent wreath off of our kitchen table a couple weekends ago, though - baby steps, right? ;-)

Thanksgiving day I had to work. We had three codes on a patient who had overdosed on medication, and the patient ended up dying anyway. Made for a really sad day at work - I was physically exhausted (from doing chest compressions) and emotionally drained by the time I left. I went home to shower after work and then went over to my family's house to celebrate with all of them. Aaron and Julia had already gone over there earlier in the day. Aaron and Julia had done a craft together earlier that morning - a Thanksgiving hat! She looked so cute!

Fun times with Uncle Erik

Mommy and Julia!  Note the paper on the floor - during our annual Thankgiving day viewing of the holiday classic, "Elf," Sarah and I kept up the accompanying snowflake cutting tradition.  Much fun was had.

Silly!

"Do you like my feathers?"

Stairmaster!

You found me!

We had a three day weekend, so the next day, we drove up to Wichita to celebrate Thanksgiving with Aaron's family. We had a fun weekend with all of them, including a trip to the mall on Saturday to visit Jessica at work and to meet Santa!

Looking at ducks.

Trying to decipher the quacking.

Walking with help from grandpa.

Playing at the mall.

Shiny!

Not sure what to make of the jolly old man.

We're fans of St. Nick.

Julia & Santa!

You gotta start 'em early. Julia studies the cards carefully, ready to make a move.

The week before Christmas, Aaron's family came down to Tulsa to celebrate with us. Aaron had a four day weekend and I had off Christmas day and the day after. We spent time celebrating with my family on Christmas Eve when I got off early (hooray!) and on Christmas day.

"On Dasher!  On Dancer!  On Prancer and Vixen!"

Julia loves to rip paper.

"Are you sure that I just allow gravity to pull me down this sloped red plastic?"

One of these things is not like the other.  Complexion-wise, I think Julia's going to have to blame me for the Caspar the Friendly Ghost look.

Stephen explaining his Christmas gifts.

Cheesing it up with the Cheese Bags from Aaron's grandparents.

Julia being pretty in her dress, coat, and bonnet on the way home from Christmas morning mass.

Julia with her new kitchen from Grammy & Grandpa.  Don't let her face fool you... she actually really loves it.

Julia talking to the Totoro that Meghan sewed for Sarah.

So happy together!

All of us!

The day after Christmas, Aaron, Julia, and I spent a lovely day together. We went to Freddy's for lunch, went to the pet store to look at animals (Julia was in heaven and learned a few new words: "hiss" for the snakes we saw, "fih" for fish, and "muh" for mouse), and walked around Rhema that night to look at lights.

Julia's meal looks filling and healthy, doesn't it?

Julia is jubilant with her strength renewed from the two french fries she ate for lunch.  (Don't report me to DHS because I am just kidding about her lunch, of course ;-)

The Abominable Snowjulia and me

Julia looks a bit put out about being bundled so much that she could not move.

Yay for Christmas lights and family and a much needed day off!

One way we extended our Christmas celebrations at our house was through our Christmas present to Julia - 12 new board books for the 12 days of Christmas. She loves to read so it was fun to sit down together every night with a new book. We probably enjoy the infusion into our little people library as much as Julia does - it's great to have more variety!

New Years Eve was fun, too; we spent it at Meghan and Erik's house with friends and family, playing games, eating yummy food, and visiting. A highlight of the evening was playing a 20 minute game of Catan with techno music and people dancing in the background, right before midnight. It was epic, both for its speed, intensity, and setting. For us nerds, it was a pretty perfect way to ring in the new year. 

13-month-lady!

Julia turned 13 months on January 12th! She is less and less baby, and more and more toddler. Her personality continues to shine through more and more and we love it!  Yay, Julia!

Yes, that is a gold permanent marker in Julia's hand.  We are lucky that she doesn't know how to uncap things yet! :-)

• Julia loves other children. She points and shouts out, "Baby!" whenever she sees anyone under the age of ten, give or or take. She gets some funny looks from little kids sometimes when she calls them baby! A little girl played with her in the church cry room the other day, and Julia was in seventh heaven, just beaming up at her. She freaked out when the girl had to kneel and stop playing with her, and pointed sadly, crying out for her six year old "baby." We've had a couple lovely visits lately from dear friends with babies, and Julia has gotten similarly excited and was actually surprisingly gentle with them.

• Besides avoiding eggs and limiting her from any of the sweets or other less than healthy food that we eat,  Julia ways what we eat almost all the time now, which is nice. It's easier only preparing one meal for the three of us. Julia has gotten good at using her spoon. The other day, she was even trying to eat bread with it - ha!

• Julia is obsessed with music. She calls it "me" and requests it often. Since we usually play music for her on my laptop, she find it and bangs on it, saying "me" or "bu bu" (for one of her favorite songs, "Buzz Buzz") or "do do do" (for one part of this song, another great favorite). She dances by bobbing up and down, bending at the knees, and by waving her arms up and down.

• Julia is the queen of imitation. She mimics so much of what we say and do. Once, at mass, a lady next to us kept coughing, so Julia kept imitating her - maybe not the best time or place for her mimic skills, but it was funny!

• She gives great hugs and will kiss books if there is a picture of a kiss, but her kisses are rare treats these days!  When we ask for a kiss, she usually asserts her independence and tries to push us away.  Oh well... ;-)  She has been really cuddly lately, though, hugging me with her head on my shoulder.  We've been doing a lot of slow dancing lately, when she's tired, in addition to our usual spirited dancing when she's energetic.

• Julia is starting to understand pretend play a little more.  She has a little kitchen from my parents and will use the spoon to stir the pot and then "eat" spoonfuls of imaginary soup.  These skills are some of the ones I am most eager for her to develop - imagination is one of the best gifts God has given humankind, in my opinion! :-)

• Julia's vocabulary continues to expand!  She's got words for so many things, even some adjectives, which are more abstract.  We have a book of opposites, which she really seems to understand.  When we get to the page of loud and quiet, she puts her finger up to her mouth and says, "ki" very softly and says, "shh."  When she is shivering in her towel after her bath (she's a chatterer like me!) she says, "Cole!  cole!"  to let us know her current temperature. 

• Julia is a great walker these days!  As the weeks have gone by, she her ratio to walking vs. crawling has dramatically increased, to the point that she rarely crawls.  She's getting faster and steadier, too.  She also can kick a ball while walking, which makes her already almost as coordinated as me.  I think she'll probably surpass my athletic ability at age 15 months or so ;-)

We're having a blast with our growing Julia Grace!  She is a delight!

Why We March

We recently made the front page of the local section of our paper. I want Julia to look back on her first newspaper appearance and know why she was there.  Why we choose to march for life.

If you look carefully, you can see Aaron and me carrying Julia.

As I looked down at Julia sleeping peacefully in my arms at mass on Sunday before the March for Life, my heart was full. Full of deep, burning, consuming love for the child in my arms. Full of sadness for the millions of children who never had the chance to be born, to be held, to live, because they were aborted. Full of sympathy for the women, and men, whose arms will never hold their children, who suffer from the consequences of abortion. Full of regret for a decision, made by the Supreme Court almost forty years ago, that has allowed for so much destruction and pain.

I realized anew how vulnerable my sweet baby is. How some of the arguments people make in favor of abortion in trying to deny the unborn child's personhood still hold true for Julia: she's small, she can't communicate well yet, she's helpless, she's dependent on others, she's fairly defenseless. Do those things make her life somehow less valuable? Did anything about Julia really change in that moment she exited the womb? Did she gain her value by making the passage from one place to another? Is her life now worth protecting by law, but wasn't before her birth?

No.

She, and all babies, was made in the image and likeness of God. All human life is sacred. All babies have a right to life. 

"The word of the LORD came to me: Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I dedicated you, a prophet to the nations I appointed you." - Jeremiah 1:4-5

"You formed my inmost being; you knit me in my mother’s womb. I praise you, because I am wonderfully made; wonderful are your works! My very self you know. My bones are not hidden from you, When I was being made in secret, fashioned in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw me unformed; in your book all are written down; my days were shaped, before one came to be." - Psalm 139:13-16

But it's not just about babies. Abortion hurts women too, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. The scars of abortion are not ones any woman should have to carry.

Julia, we march because we care. We care about babies, about mothers, about fathers. We care about life. Life is precious.

And when you care about something, you take a stand. If you believe that all life is worth fighting for, you march. This is the civil rights movement of our generation, and we need to take part. We have to be a voice for those with no voice.

"Defend the lowly and fatherless; render justice to the afflicted and needy. Rescue the lowly and poor" -Psalm 82:3-4b

And most especially, we need to pray. For changed hearts and minds. For healing for those women and men who have been hurt. For laws to change to protect the lowly and defenseless. For more children to have birthdays. For more mothers and fathers, birth and adoptive, to be able to receive their children, to hold them and look down on them with a burning love. With the love that God already has for these children, His beautiful creation.

My Surgery Story: Choose Your Own Adventure

I'd like to tell you all a little more about my month so far, but I realize that the details will be too gruesome for many.  So, I had an idea, based on some books I enjoyed as a kid...

Choose Your Own Adventure!

(Did anyone else ever read any of these books as a kid?)

Anyhow, get ready for your first (and last!) choice of this adventure.


Do you...

A) have a very weak stomach and cringe at the mere mention of blood and guts?
B) handle gory details pretty well and want to hear more?
C) want to see what I've been up to?

For those of you who fall into category A, just read the black print and don't (I repeat: DON'T!) click on any links.

For those of you who fall into category B, highlight the text in the big white space under the #1.  Some of what I wrote is currently in white font, only visible if highlighted. 

For those of you who fall into category C, highlight the text AND click on the links for some visible representation of my month.


This month I am on my surgery rotation.  I was assigned to work with our hospital's plastic surgeon.  I've learned that a couple of the beliefs that many people have about plastic surgery are utterly false, namely that...

1)  Plastic surgery is "glamorous."  

My attending physician, for instance, does a lot of debridement of wounds, which is anything but glamorous.

Some of you may be wondering what I mean by "wounds."  Well, we see patients with wounds of several origins.  Some are diabetic wounds.  The patients lose sensation in their feet (or elsewhere) and easily injure their feet.  The also don't heal as well due to high blood sugar and poor circulation, prolonging the healing time.  

We also have patients who are bedridden or wheelchair ridden, often due to paralysis, and they get pressure ulcers from tissue breakdown occurring at their pressure points.  

We have patients with ulcers from poor arterial circulation or from venous stasis.  

All of these wounds are at risk for getting infected, so that complicates the healing further.  

We scrape out infection and dead cells, and create a healthier environment for the wound to heal.  We place a lot of drains and wound vacs to help keep wounds drier to heal more expediently.

We also do skin grafts to cover the wounds if the open area is non-healing and too big to close on its own.

Wounds are interesting.  I was really afraid I wouldn't be able to handle them, because the sights and smells do make me a bit squeamish.  However, I've overcome my trepidation, and have spent a lot of time, both during surgery and during wound clinic, debriding wounds.  

I have a TON of respect for my attending and for all doctors/nurses/techs who work on wounds.  It's not a "glamorous" job, but it is such important work.  Wounds can really decrease the quality of life for people who have them, and I think the people who work so hard for so long to heal patients' wounds  really are a wonderful example of sacrificial love within healthcare.

Gives a whole new meaning to the thought of God "binding up wounds," doesn't it?  What an awesome God we serve! 

"Come, let us return to the LORD, For it is he who has torn, but he will heal us; he has struck down, but he will bind our wounds." - Hosea 6:1

"For he wounds, but he binds up; he strikes, but his hands give healing." - Job 5:18

"Hallelujah!  How good to sing praise to our God; how pleasant to give fitting praise.  The LORD and gathers the dispersed of Israel, Healing the brokenhearted, and binding up their wounds." - Psalm 147:1-3

2) Plastic surgery is "frivolous."

I have yet to see my attending do a frivolous surgery.  Besides wounds, she does a lot of breast surgeries - mostly reconstructions for patients who have had mastectomies due to breast cancer.

Other plastic surgeons do surgery on burn victims or trauma patients or children with cleft lips or other birth defects.

Meaningful work, for sure. While there are purely cosmetic procedures out there, much of plastic surgery is anything but frivolous.


I had a misconception of my own about surgery going into the month, thinking that I'd be saying this in my head all month:


2)  "I hate surgery."


I really didn't think I'd like it.

I thought I'd get too tired of standing still for hours.  It is tiring, but the time passes quickly when scrubbed in and doing something.

I thought getting and keeping sterile would be a major hassle and feared that I'd mess up and contaminate the patient and ruin the whole surgery.  It's actually not half as intimidating as I'd feared it would be, and I haven't done any major damage yet (knock on wood!).  I have managed to contaminate myself twice.  Once, I had to put a sleeve over my sleeve because my arm had accidentally hit the mask of one of the residents.  Today, my glove hit my mask, so I changed gloves.  No big deal at all either time, though.

Surgery has actually been a fun month so far because 1) it's really different from my other months, 2) we DO and SEE a lot instead of writing a lot of notes, which is a nice change of pace.

So, all in all, I actually like my surgery month.  Wow.  There, I said it.  I did luck out with a super nice and approachable attending AND resident, which has also made a huge difference in the way I feel about my month.  But, still.  A good surprise that #3 was false.


The End.