What a crazy past 3 weeks it has been! I have had every intention to blog and I have had so much that I have wanted to share, but literally no time to be able to sit down and write anything down! Kenzlie is now 1 month old and we found out today she has RSV and a really nasty double ear infection! My poor kids get so sick! I am not quite sure how/why but it has been petty crazy- that is for sure! In the last 4 weeks we have been to the doctor 7 times- and that doesn't even include the 5 times my cute mother-in-law took my boys in. They put Kenzlie on medication and we will be back to visit the BEST pediatrician ever- (Dr. Lei) next Friday!! So, wish me luck! My poor sick baby girl- at least Taysen is finally better... for today. :)
I was able to go to my parents house in Huntsville last weekend and I seriously felt like I was on vacation!! My mom is amazing! She takes such good care of me and my kids. She made Valentine cookies for my kids to decorate and they loved it! My mom is coming down this weekend to hang out with us and we are looking so forward to it! It was so nice to be able to have a change of scenery for a couple of days, and adult conversation so needed. Having Kenzlie so little I don't like to take her out, but my kids have been so sick that I haven't been able to take them out either- well in all reality, I honestly don't dare to try to take ALL of them anywhere- it is crazy enough at home- can you imagine the grocery store?!
Austin is so funny. The other day he said to me. " I am not sure if you like to be bothered or not when you fall asleep sitting up, or if you would rather me just leave you alone." Okay- I have been super tired... but what do you expect right? I have a newborn. :) Gosh, how lucky am I?! I need to cherish this time I have with Kenzlie, it goes by SO fast! I love having brand new babies- the spirit just radiates from them- it is pretty amazing to be able to just hold them, stare at them, and be able to feel so incredibly close to them. There really isn't anything quite like it.
So all 3 of my boys absolutely adore their baby sister. I was really worried about how Taysen would react to her, but he really does love her so much. It is fun to see them with her. I do have to hide her most of the time, so they don't bother her every single second, but she is definitely loved! She is one lucky little girl!
Austin is so brave! About a week and a half ago I got up with Kenzlie to feed her probably at about 1:30 in the morning or so, and Austin was in the office typing away... when I came in and asked him what in the world he was doing, he looked up at me with tears streaming down his face... and my heart sank. (I am sure he probably doesn't really want me to share this- but oh my gosh, it is just one more reason why I love him so much!) When I asked him what he was doing, he said he couldn't sleep and things kept running through his mind of the week we were in Lake Powell. He knew he needed to write everything down, and there he was at 1:30 in the morning. Maybe one day I will have the strength to tackle that task... but for now, I can only share bits and pieces of my memories... it is too hard- in fact in order to cope, I took everything that happened and placed it in the back of my mind, so I could try to deal with just normal, day to day things....life. To sit down, and write from start to finish- would be a daunting task... Although we were in Lake Powell a total of 7 days (Kamberlie was missing for 4) the memories seem endless....for such a short amount of time, it truly felt like an eternity. As I later read what he had written, tears too, were streaming down my face. I could not stop it, nor did I try to. It was so nice to be able to hear and know his perspective of what happened. I was a bit of a zombie... really. It was like I was in a horrible dream, and yet I knew it was something I could not wake up from. I remember the night before Kamberlie went missing... there she was laying next to me in our bed. I held her tight, and I am so glad that I did! After she was gone I longed for her to be wrapped up in my arms again... I kept waiting for her to run through the doors... but, it never happened. It was so surreal. Day after day, I walked the docks. I would lay on the docks and cry and cry- wishing her back. Gosh I miss her. One distinct memory I have is when my mom and dad convinced me to go with them on a walk to a little store they have on another marina next to the docks we were at... I was holding Stockton, who at the time wasn't quite 2 years old. As we were walking we passed two ladies, who in passing said, "Make sure and hold on to him...somebody's baby just drowned the other day" I looked at my dad and quietly said, "That was my baby." Both my dad and I started to cry... Life is so crazy, and yet it is so good too... It is pretty amazing to look back and now see how far I have come.