Lacey, Tyler and their really good, excellent, very good day

Today has been a really good day.

For starters, it's Lacey's 34th birthday, which is impossible, since I'm only 40.

She got brave last night, and finally posted on social media about the baby.

TALK ABOUT OVERWHELMING.   The responses.  The love. 

She was talking about it today, and teared up every time.  Our friend from Children's Hospital foundation, Linzy Hall, snuck over to eat at Irma's with us (sorry, Kip you weren't here)for Lacey's birthday lunch, and she said the same thing,  "I pretty much cried all night, all the way to work, and right now talking to you."

Overwhelming.

Our village is....well....overwhelming.   In love, in rapid response, in encouragement, in good times and bad.

Lace had her important appointment this morning, and after a gridlock wreck stopped them on I-40 for over 40 minutes, she ran into OU with about 4 1/2 minutes to spare.

No problem.

Our little boy still has his bright spots on his heart (which in some cases are indicators of Down Syndrome), but in 99% of the cases, it resolves on its own.   Lacey & Tyler both rejected the blood draw to rule out Downs (it doesn't matter to them).    So, we love him.   Bright spots and all.  I have bright spots.  Usually after I eat, down the front of my shirt.  So we should get along just fine.

SOOOOOOOO.   today was a very good day.  A good day, indeed.

I really haven't posted about the GENDER of our newest grandbaby.  I'm not sure why, except I've been distracted with all my kids here and LOVING EVERY SECOND of it.

My grandson's are just delicious and yummy (yes, I use food adjectives to describe them, because lately, I'm all about food)

 Deaton has been working on his smile.  He is quite, quite, quite the ham.  

 And if I could put the first picture of Dawson, with this picture of Deaton, I'd be in proud grandma heaven.  

 Deaton loved to snuggle Dawson, and didn't mind telling all of us,  "I'm going to have one of these".

 Aunt Hallie has found someone that has deeper dimples than she does.  Amazing.  

 Grammie was in great grandma heaven with all of her great grands and all but Sam of her grands there.  She almost had 100% participation.   This is a rare photo, and I just love it.

DD was so sweet.  he told everyone, "Aunt Kip really LLLOOOOVVVVEEEESSS her baby". 

But the funniest and GREATEST THING was Tyler Lee Holt, when asked about the gender of his baby. 

He would say,  "Oh, you want to see the ultrasound??"  To which the unknowing participant would say,  "SURE!!!" and then my SON IN LAW would show them this

And I swear..... 

My favorite reply, upon seeing the picture, without missing a beat, one of his friends popped off,  "Oh, so he's not yours?"

Now you understand why Tyler fits in so well around these parts.   He .  Is.  A.  Mess. 

So, I have so many blogs floating around in my head.   SO MANY BLOGS.   

But today.... I am so very happy to report that we have a baby with a couple of bright spots on his heart, which doc thinks 99% will resolve and everything else looked really good..... 

So, bless you for standing in prayer with us.  How humbling and overwhelming --  

For God is Good......all the time.  

Prayer Warriors, let's go

I'm calling on all my prayer warriors.

About 4 weeks ago, my brother Brian had open heart surgery.  The doctors had told him, after running several tests, that he had an aortic tear and that most people didn't survive that sort of diagnosis.  That he was "lucky". 

What they didn't know in that statement, was how "lucky" was going to look to him.



After Brian's surgery (surprising short time) the doc walks in and talks and talks, and basically says, "I'm not sure what we saw on the tests, but it was a relatively easy fix and the most simple of all things to have wrong."  (Definitely shortening the 30 minutes he talked and talked to us).


I'm starting with all of this because something else has come to light, and I had to remind myself of this very story with Brian 3-4 short weeks ago, because another issue of serious value and worry has found it's way to our doorstep.

But I will and AM standing in firm belief that what is happening right now, will resolve itself and everything that is happening right now, will soon be something the doctors can't explain....again.

We found out Lacey is having another little boy last Friday.   Kip is here, and Hallie is home, so we wanted to all be together to find out and see what's in store.   Tyler called it a "glamour shot" ultrasound, because it was the 4d dealy, and of course, Lacey wanted to know specifics, and the lady there, couldn't give us any.

So fast forward to yesterday, Lacey has her regular 17 week ultrasound.  I get a text that baby is about 7 oz, due date of 11-15ish, and heart rate 140.

Big sigh of relief, because this ultrasound was the time period when we found out about Laynie.

My phone rings tonight and it's Lacey, and that's no biggie, because we talk a gazillion times on the average, and I'm not even on radar for anything weird.

"Mom?"

"My phone rang earlier, and it was the doctor.  There are some bright spots on the baby's heart, they want to check out, and I have to go to OU".   She talks about grim diagnosis, that breaks my heart in two, and I just sit there, speechless.

Stunned silence, and I swear my first thought is,  "There is something wrong with their machine in Shawnee, Shawnee sucks, and there is something wrong with their machine"   (Sorry Shawnee, you don't suck, but I'm just being honest here, this is what I think)

People, the enemy is alive and well.  He uses ANYTHING TO STEAL OUR JOY.  I am standing in holy anointed faith that this little boy will be perfect.   He is NOT going to have any heart or genetic issues, and he will be strong and whole and healthy.

Just like Uncle Brian's tests, there will be no doctor that can explain it, because GOD is the reason.   

So I am asking you, fervently seeking, all my prayer warriors to come together and pray for our baby boy Holt.  That the heart is made perfect, that it's a blip on crappy Shawnee's machines. (again, I apologize Shawnee)

But mainly, I'm asking you to shower heaven with prayers for my Lacey.  That she feel peace flood her body and take over her aching heart and mind, and that she KNOWS that this little boy will be perfect and whole and NOTHING will rob her joy of this time.

NOTHING.

Stand in prayer with us, friends.  I am humbly asking you to stand with us, again, and pray us through this time.

Specific prayers- A chamber that has "two bright spots"  are crappy machines in Shawnee.  Period.  Heart perfect and whole.

-NO genetic issues.  Zero.

-Immediate appointment at OU for ultrasound (none of this 4-6 weeks to get in business) IMMEDIATE opening.  (Prayer answered, June 20!  Praise)

-Her doctor to understand her precious, mama's heart, and be an empathetic warrior for her and her son. 

I've seen miracles, I believe in miracles, My faith is strong.

God is good, ALL the time. 

I already love these Precious little feet