I have tried each year to make Father's Day a special day for Paul, although I couldn't do much last year while on bed rest. A few days ago I made a batch one of his most favorite cookies (white chocolate butterscotch). Yesterday I helped the kids make 5 cards. Ian and Nadia each made two cards (one for Pop Pop and one for Daddy) on which we placed a handprint. On Ian's cards I wrote "5 reasons I love Daddy/ Pop Pop" followed by the 5 reasons he dictated to me. On Nadia's cards she wrote the words "I love Daddy/ Pop Pop" and also signed her name, and I wrote the 5 reasons that she dictated to me. I thought it would be fun to start doing this every year and see over the years how it changes what they identify as the reasons they love their Dad. On the fifth card I had one handprint from each child (including Oliver). At the top it said #1 and then in each of the three handprints I had written one letter to spell out DAD. I bought Paul and his Dad each a personalized t-shirt with a photo of the three kids on it. I invited Paul's family up to celebrate, and Paul picked the menu - steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, garlic bread, and corn on the cob. Millie brought cheesecake for dessert. Two days ago I restarted our DVD subscription with Netflix that we had gone without for several months so that Paul could watch the movie "Lincoln" this weekend and enjoy a few others dvds over the next few weeks.
The first time I gave Paul a Father's Day card was in 2005 during my first (ectopic) pregnancy. I long for the day I get to meet that child in Heaven. Our child would be seven years old. I remember how thrilled we were to find out that we were finally going to become parents as we had started trying in 2002. When I think of the past eleven years, it strikes me that there has been at least one really difficult, painful aspect related to each child. With Nadia it was the many tears that were shed over the 5.5 years we spent trying to conceive her. Although ivf still involved a lot of physical discomfort, shots, and money with Ian and Oliver, those efforts in comparison seemed to be a cinch since in both cases it happened on the first try in contrast to trying for more than five years for Nadia. The most challenging aspects regarding Ian (thus far) have been his difficulties with sleeping (until he was about 2 1/2) and eating (eosinophilic esophagitis, food allergies, and surgeries). The hardest part of parenting Oliver (thus far) was last summer - the ten weeks of bedrest, many weeks in the hospital, fetal transfusions, his four weeks in the NICU, and the additional ten weeks he was on oxygen.
During Nadia's birth and stay in the NICU, I almost always had someone in the hospital with me (either Paul or my mom). In contrast, when I gave birth to Oliver no family was there (although Paul and my mom came right away). I had him on a Tuesday and that Wednesday through Friday were three of the hardest days of my life because I was all alone, recovering from a c-section, pumping every two hours, and hearing doctors and nurses tell me things that scared me to pieces about Oliver's heart, lungs, etc. Thankfully those challenges are now behind us! I realize that 11 years from now there will be different difficulties that will come to mind as I reflect upon each of our children, but as I think about the past 11 years this is what comes to mind. The blessings and joys have FAR outweighed the heartaches and frustrations. The best parts of our lives the past almost five years have definitely been our three children - their smiles, hugs, kisses, laughter, and making so many precious memories doing many different things together. I am in awe. Sometimes I feel like I need to ask someone to pinch me because I might be dreaming. Parenthood seemed out of our reach for many years, and now we have not just one but three beautiful children. Thank you, Lord!!!
Paul has been an amazing father these past five years. I will never forget how he longed to sit in the rocking chair in the NICU and hold her. The look on his face as he held Nadia in his arms has been etched in my memory. Priceless. The kids get SO excited when he comes home. Playing "whale" (a rough house game they invented) with Daddy is one of Ian and Nadia's most favorite things to do (it made it onto both of their lists). I will be forever grateful that he kept pushing to try ivf for the first time and also that he then agreed with my request to do ivf a second and a third time. I always dreamed of having 3-4 kids, and that's exactly what I have at the moment if you count the frozen blastocyst waiting for us at the hospital. Considering how long the road was to having Nadia, I truly thought she might end up being our only child. I am so thankful that the Lord gave her two brothers, and maybe the Lord will answer her request for a sister. Time will tell. I am very thankful for the pictures I got today of Paul and our kiddos. Now next year hopefully we can get ones like this with me in them for Mother's Day. I shouldn't wait a year to try to get one of me with all three kids. I can't believe it took me almost five years to figure out that our front porch is a nice place for taking photos (when it's not freezing cold outside anyhow). Better late than never, ha ha!














































