The Crazy Life of the K Family

I know it has been a long time since I posted.  It has been such a wild time, and I wasn't sure I knew what to say.  I found out, just before Christmas 2016, that I was pregnant again.  Pregnant with a Rainbow baby....  (a child born after a loss, the answered prayers after a storm). Today, Mother's Day, I am 26-weeks pregnant with my Rainbow Son.  Third trimester;  a point I never reached with Ada Leigh.  I am nearly twice as far into this pregnancy, as I was with her. You know, I am fortunate - blessed even, to have two living, wonderful children!  But, in the back of my mind, my Angel child lurks.  I search for happiness, while knowing she should be here -- in my arms, playing with her siblings, and enjoying the pool - like we did today! I am thankful for the reassurance that she is with God. That gives my heart a little peace.  And feeing my newly expected son, kicking & wiggling, has made a world of difference today. I have no wisdom or answers, I just know my

I am so sorry that I've been gone for so long.  After I lost the baby in June, I shut down.  I found myself in depression worse than I've dealt with since I was first diagnosed.  Even Post-partum depression, which I suffered greatly after Little Jack Horner was born, paled in comparison.   I am beyond grateful for the family and friends who stood by my side, held my hand, watched me cry & break down, and just stuck around.  That wasn't everyone, though.  A few friends decided that it was too much for them to handle & vanished from my life.   As summer came to a close, our Homeschool journey began.  Life began to roll into a full swing.  My Bible Study & Mothers of Preschoolers (MOPS) groups resumed & life. went. on.  Without my baby.   Little Miss Muffet started playing soccer this year!  Her Dad & I coached the team!  She was a superstar & really enjoyed it.  Little Jack Horner is desperate to be old enough, next year, to play.   We traveled to Utah

I have waited a while to post, so that I could be certain I had all of my information, and a little healing time too.   On May 27, 2016, Papa Bear and I drove down to Phoenix for a Nuchal Translucency Scan (genetic testing on the baby, since I am of "advanced maternal age").  Our kids were with their godparents, and we drove across town to the office.  The ultrasound tech came out to get us & took us back to the room.  She started with a standard scan - she asked a few questions that concerned me - mainly "you are 13 weeks, right??" After she took some basic measurements, she said she wanted to do a vaginal ultrasound to get a better look.  As I left the room, for a moment, I glanced a piece of information on the screen that clued me in to her concern.  The baby was only measuring 11 weeks, 1 day.  The tech started the 2nd scan, and I noticed the baby wasn't moving at all, and when she ran the radar scan, there was no "heat sense" on the screen - n