Thursday, October 22, 2009
Sweet Baby Boys
Nathaniel Allen Turner and Noah Sellers Turner arrived on Wednesday, Oct 14th at 3:29 and 3:30 pm. They
I promise to post pictures SOON... we are busy running back and forth to the NICU . Mike is back to work and I am "trying" to recover from a c-section. That is easier said than done when all I want to do is see my babies. We haven't been able to hold them yet. That is the hardest part, I think. We DO get to go in for touch time. They cluster stimulation together for preemies, b/c it doesn't feel good to them, and it is overstimulating...which makes them work harder..and so on. I think we both feel like we have learned a whole new language..cpap, vent, pda, vsd, umbilical lines...Thankfully the NICU nurses are amazingly helpful and good teachers.
Here is a link to our website with pictures and updates :)
http://theturnertanks2.shutterfly.com/
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Love Grows Here
We used a paint color called "Bleached Denim" There is alot of blue in our beddings, its all stripey and plaid. Very BOY! Which works since we are having TWO boys! I think it will also last for awhile and not be too babyish! I love it! I can't wait to see it with white furniture and stuff on the walls!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Showers and lots of pictures!
My "almost sister" Crystal, and my Sister-in Law Jerrica.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Dog Room!!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Things come better in TWOS:)
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Signs things are changing...
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Sweet Dogs
Pirates and Sunsets
Thursday, February 19, 2009
4 years ago...
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Signed up
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Recession hits home
You shield my way
Your hand upholds me
I know You love me "
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Victims in Pink Kimonos
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Go on up to the mountain of mercy...
This is Ariel, hugging a tree. We were really happy that she found it!
We blindfolded some of them, and made them find their way back to the cabin, sort of. No worries, they had help. They were attached to someone who could see, but couldn't talk. Ok, maybe it wasn't fun for them, but it was entertaining for US!
Sam and I, Ping Pong, take 2!! I think we are better than we used to be, but we still STINK! Note, we play with a two-paddle method.
Bathroom Makeover
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Going Home
My Grandmother, Mary has always been a giver. Whether food or money, clothes or a car, she has always stepped in where others couldn't. She would do without, so that we would have more than enough. Even once I was out of college, and making more money than she got from the government monthly, she would sneak money into my car, or my purse... That has always been her way of taking care of me. I think most of you know that my Gram hasn't been doing very well the last few months. She is increasingly confused and agitated. We moved her from my Dad's to a nursing home in Macon. She promptly escaped ( thankfully not far) and was moved again to the Alzheimer's unit or what I call "lockdown" The past few visits have been really really hard. She has lost alot of weight and I think she isn't eating anymore or drinking. Friday, the 2nd was her 84th birthday. Instead of the party we had planned, she was admitted, again to the hospital. Mike and I drove down to see her yesterday..The visit had its ups and downs. When reminded of her birthday, she says "that's right, I am 60 years old, today!" She is quite sassy with the nurses, and really likes to pull out her IVs. She also seemed quite put out that I didn't bring her anything...You might say her love language is gifts, haha! I think she wanted something sweet, or a present. My Gram has always been a smart woman, and has never really had a "filter" I think, somewhere deep in her mind she knows her time is ending. She also knows how hard this is for us.... The hardest part of yesterday, was her looking at me with those eyes, the ones that match mine, and saying "Do you love me? Of course Gram. How much, she asked? More than you know, Gram. Well then, I am ready. Ready for what, Gram? I am ready to go, I am ready to go...My time is done." After I swallowed the gigantic lump in my throat, I think I squeeked out an "ok" As I think back on it, I think this is just one more way of her taking care of me. Making sure I know that she really is ok... She has lived this amazing life... Has a family that adores her. I think this is her last gift to us.. To wash away any guilt that we might have, to help us know we are doing the right thing by letting her give up the fight... I was looking back over a myspace post, from 2006. I had written it after a visit with her, after we took her independence and her car, and moved her in with my Dad, and I had written down the lyrics to this song by Sara Groves... Once again, they are running through my head... I know she is ready to go, and I think we are finally ready to let her go... I also think, like I wrote a couple of years ago, there is a table waiting for her... a celebration. And if my Gram has anything to do with it, she will cook everyone some chicken.
"Theres a feeling I can't capture
Its always just a prayer away
I want to know the ending
Things hoped for but not seen
But I guess thats the point of hoping anyway
Of going home, Ill meet you at the table
Going home, Ill meet you in the air
And you are never too young to think about it
Oh, I cannot wait to be home
Im confined by my senses
To really know what you are like
You are more than I can fathom
And more than I can guess
And more than I can see with you in sight
But I have felt you with my spirit
I have felt you fill this room
And this is just an invitation
Just a sample of the whole
And I cannot wait to be going home
Going home, Ill meet you at the table
Going home, Ill meet you in the air
And you are never too young to think about it
Oh, I cannot wait to be going, to be going home"
Amen. :)