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Name: Candace
Location: Alabama, United States
Birthday: 4/8/1978
Gender: Female
Interests: Bible study, Cooking, Sewing, Painting, Cardmaking, reading, budgeting, jogging, garage-saling, spraying our house for roaches, playing and beating Zac in card games
Expertise: I hope to be a master at the skill of winning one arguement (not altercation) against my philosopher husband.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Hospitality
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Member Since:
10/26/2004
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| Yey, we finally get to go on vacation! Canada was fun and it was good to see family and friends, but Zac was not with us. This memorial day weekend we are going to brave the roads and a 9 or 10 hour drive to go to North Carolina to visit one of Zac's college roomates and his most gracious and hospitipal wife, and their children of course. There also may be a future marriage in the works. We have two daughters and they have three sons. This could get interesting!!!
Anywho. Last memorial day we made the same trip and had a great time. We went to a beach (at a lake), went picking strawberries that were incomparable to store bought strawberries, and ate Liz's excellent cooking. I imagine Sophia will have a lot of fun too because she will have playmates all weekend.
For those of you who don't read Zac's most excellent blog or have not seen his post on the name of our daughter en route, here it is. Gabriele Evangaline Mae Hensley. Gabriele means God is my strength, Evangeline comes from the greek word for evangelism, and Mae is after my mother (it is her middle name). Anywho, she is healthy and strong. I dreamt last night about her kicking so she must have been active while I was sleeping.
Anywho, have a great weekend everybody.
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| Today I was the most amazed at Sophia that I've ever been. She didn't do something extraordinary. It is something that all babies do. She stood on her own for several seconds before leaning forward into my arms. It was amazing because I think back and imagine my little preemie in her incubator with an IV and several monitering devices attached to her almost adapose-free body. In less than a year she has grown so strong and healthy that she is learning and developing as a normal baby. It is quite amazing.
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| So we made it home safely. Not very soundly but safely. Try to imagine the stress of two adults travelling with a baby (Zac and I at Christmas) and compound all that stress into one adult (me alone with Sophia in four different airports and three different planes) and you have one nervous wreck.
On the way to Canada I had the worst headache because of having to fly while caring for and carrying around a twenty pound baby. I rarely get headaches. By the time I got to Canada I almost convinced myslef I wouldn't be making the return flight. As humans tend to do, I forgot about the pain I experienced just two weeks earlier and was ready to make the return trip. Before the plane even moved Sophia projectile vomitted all over herself and me. Being the thoughtful mom that I am I remembered that I did not bring her an extra outfit. When I was packing the night before I thought "I've never needed it before, Sophia is such a good flyer". Well I couldn't keep the poor thing in wet clothes so I stripped her to her diaper and clothed her in an XL t-shirt my Dad bought for Zac at the airport duty-free shop. Before the flight was over I decided she needed some fluids and some electrolytes so I gave her some applejuice which also came up and soaked my right pant leg. It wouldn't have been so bad if it was both pant legs because at least I would match and people might mistake the vomit for some kind of fashion statement. Well, I got Sophia in some dry clothes at the airport in the Twin Cities, but I remained wet and reaking of apple juice. The second flight was without incident. I am convinced it was God's grace to Sophia so I wouldn't leave her at the Memphis airport. I even fed her lunch.
Twenty minutes out of Birmingham I was so relieved that this flight too was without incident. I fed my little angel a bottle to help her ears pop on the decent. The plane lands safely 'Thank you Lord', we pull into the terminal 'Thank you Lord', we start to deboard the plane 'Thank you Lo . . .' and then vomit everywhere. Not applejuice vomit but milk vomit. Everywhere. All over me, all over the aisle, all over a few other passengers. How quickly I forgot my rejoicing bliss of a plane safely landed and a loving husband awaiting my return. Well I have since recovered but am convinced that airplane travel and babies will not be a part of my near future.
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| In my spare moments this week I have been reading blogs of families with their quivers full of blessings, i.e. children. It causes me to rejoice at the faithfulness of these families to view children as blessings and not inconveniences, however it has also caused some sadness. If you read this blog or know Zac and I personally you will know that we are already twice blessed in less than two years of marriage. Of course one of those blessing is still en route, but still our child and cherished by both of us. Why then should I be saddened. I do want a quiver full (and I suppose if we stay in a home as small as the one we now live in for the entirety of our marriage then our quiver may very well be full with just two children!). Anywho, at this point it seems that we are only able to have two children because of my kidney transplant. Another pregnancy, or even this pregnancy could cause irreversable damage to my lone kidney. For all you praying Christians out there, if this so moves you please pray that my kidney would perform like a champion this pregnancy and that I would be content with the lot God has given us. We would also love to adopt but it seems that with the plans we have for the next several years (graduate school for Zac) it won't be economically feasible.
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| This morning I took Sophia for a walk in her jogging stroller. For the past few weeks Sophia and I have been having a wonderful time together despite the fatigue I have been experiencing in first trimester pregnancy. About a month ago Sophia was teething and was a little more difficult to manage. By the time four o'clock came around I was more than ready to hand her off to Zac so I could cook supper, go shopping, get a root canal. Anyhow, today I think we are going to resume into survival mode as she is once again teething. One thing that comforts Sophia is to go out for long walks, so I am thankful that we finally put air in the tires of our jogging stroller that we bought last fall. Since we put air in the tires on Saturday I have taken her out in it everyday. I think maybe the stroller thing is some cheesy metaphor for my life. I have the resources (the stroller) to do things that bring joy to my life, but one element is missing (the air in the tires) for me to execute and I finally get it all together and stay motivated enough to enjoy something vigorously (walking and a happy baby). That is me. I have many dormant talents that are waiting to be expressed and shared! I am almost positive I would be able to paint like Pollock if I only had some expensive paint and a large canvas on which to splash it. I am also sure I could be an NBA star if only I were a man and about a foot and a half taller. Okay, I am just rambling with nothing of importance to say. sorry. Maybe tomorrow I will write about something interesting.
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