Rock Chalk Babyhawk: No News...

Thursday, July 5, 2007

No News...

Well.... after our Dr. visit last week and a few uncomfortable nights Dad and I were convinced that babyhawk would be making an appearance sooner than later. So far - no sign of her! We have another Dr. appt tomorrow - so hopefully we will have a better idea of how things are progressing. My theory is that babyhawk is waiting on Grandma - who will be here tomorrow afternoon.... We'll keep you posted.

2 comments:

Butterball said...: If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you two were partying & "showering" 24/7! Glad to know you guys have such great friends... Thinking of you all (yes, the three of you!) often and hoping you're all well!
--Iowa Smoots; July 5, 2007 at 1:09 PM
Anonymous said...: All of us from western Kansas are keeping you in our prayers. We can't wait to start guessing the the time and weight of baby girl White. Stay well and try to rest while you can.
Love,
All the Chappel's; July 9, 2007 at 10:51 PM

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Welcome to Holland

by Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this...

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland??I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills...and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things... about Holland.