Saturday, January 11, 2014

A new chapter

I sit in amazement this morning of God's plan for my life.  I haven't written in a while for many reasons.  I have had a lot of things going on personally, as well as the holiday season, but mostly it has been for the following two reasons.  First, I got a part-time job.  I haven't "worked" in over four years.  By that I mean, work for someone else and be accountable for being somewhere on time every day.  Second, I haven't felt inspired to write.  I have written before that the words on each post are not my own.  They are thoughts from The Lord, himself, placed in my head for me to put down on paper (or on computer, as the case may be).  I have been praying every day, talking with God, but it has all been for my own need.  I have started to write about my new job and then stop because I just didn't feel inspired and couldn't get the words out that I wanted to say.  This morning something changed.  I woke to read my devotionals for the day.  As I read Streams in the Desert, I began to cry.  It was written for me, today, as my message from God.  He is speaking to me directly as he did before.  I felt blessed all over again and the words began to fill my head.  I couldn't get up and get to the computer fast enough.  The thoughts were pouring out.  So here I am, writing before I have to go to work.  Let me start by telling you about my new job.  I have been blessed to be given the opportunity to work as a part-time newborn hearing screener at the hospital where all of my kids were born and all of my subsequent surgeries and such have happened.  I know these people.  I know this hospital.  I have "lived" here for the last 15 years.  The job is this, I gather the info for all of the babies born that day, then go to each room to complete a hearing screen on the baby.  It is the most perfect job in the world for me.  I get to be with newborns (EEEEEKKK!) and I get to spend time with parents who are experiencing one of life's most precious miracles.  They are happy and loving and want to share their joy.  I absolutely LOVE it.  The pay isn't much, but the experience of each day is payment enough for me.  I knew I was meant for this job.  Yesterday, was a looonnnggg day.  I was working by myself, when there are normally two of us, and there were 20 newborns.  The day before we had 15 and more were being born by the minute.  At one point, we had 43 newborns in the nursery.  I knew it was going to be a long and hard day, but it turned out to be the best day.  I had the most amazing patients.  They wanted to share so much yesterday and they wanted to hear my stories as well.  They needed my help and most of the time a listening ear.  I worked for 12 hours and I came home tired, but fulfilled.  It was great.  This morning, when I woke and read my devotional I couldn't stop crying and thinking of the things I have been through, the things I have seen in my lifetime.  The passage from the book is this:

Store up comfort.  This was the prophet's mission.  The world is full of comfortless hearts and though you are sufficient for this lofty ministry, you must be trained.  And your training is costly in the extreme; for, to render it perfect, you too must pass through the same afflictions as are wringing countless hearts of tears and blood.  So your own life becomes the hospital ward where you are taught the Divine art of comfort.  You are wounded, that in the binding of up of your wounds by the Great Physician, you may learn how to render first aid to the wounded everywhere.  Do you wonder why you are passing through some special sorrow?  Wait ten years and you will find many others afflicted as you are.  You will tell them how you have suffered and have been comforted, then as the tale is unfolded, and the pain medicine applied which once your God wrapped around you, in the eager look and the gleam of hope that will chase the shadow of despair across the soul, you will know why you were afflicted, and bless God for the discipline that stored your life with such a fund of experience and helpfulness.

It has been ten years this year since I lost my girls.  I spoke of them so many times yesterday and so freely.  It is truly a blessing.  I love my Lord, Jesus Christ, and I can't thank Him enough for the many blessings He has bestowed upon me.  He is an amazing God and I trust in the plans He has for me.

Monday, November 4, 2013

How can you help?

The response for The Mended Soul Project has been overwhelming.  I am so thrilled that so many of you are interested in helping out.  So many of you are contacting me asking, "how can I help?"  So I've come up with a list of things that we could use help with.  If any of these things resonates with you, please consider helping out. 

1. Clothing - So for our first fundraiser, we are teaming up with Lillies of the Field on Instagram.  This organization hosts resale shopping nights that help benefit adoptions, missions and ministries.  We are so grateful to be partnering with them.  Our first sale will be Tuesday, November 12.  If you have anything you'd like to donate to the sale and are in the Houston area, we would love it you would consider donating it to Mended Soul.  We are looking for new or slightly worn women's clothing, shoes and accessories that are in current fashion.  All proceeds from the sale will go towards Mended Soul.

You can also follow @lilliesofthefield on Instagram if you'd like to check out the sale.  They have lots of sales each week benefitting different things and they really are a great organization!

2. Donations - We are currently accepting donations for breast pads or belly binders.  We would like the cooling breast pads, if possible.  You can find these at any drug store/grocery store.  Also, we are looking for belly binders.  If you would like to donate those please email me and let me know.  They are things that can be mailed or I can pick them up.  I can also provide links on amazon where you can purchase them.  Both items run $5-$7 each.

3. Contributors - If you are someone who has been affected by miscarriage or infant loss, we would love for you to share your story.  There will be a page on the website dedicated to these stories.  Women find it so comforting to read others' experiences and know that they are not alone.  Please feel free to write as openly as possible and know that your story will always remain anonymous.

4. Survey - We are also going to be setting up a survey for those affected by miscarriage.  Again, this will be completely anonymous, but I would like to get some feedback from a group on how you feel about this project and how you would have felt had this been something that was offered to you.

5. Artist - We are looking for someone who can assist with creating the postcard that will go into each package given to the women that have experienced a miscarriage or loss.

6. Graphic/Website Designer - We are in need of a graphic/website designer to help tweak the website.  It is almost complete, but I could really use some additional, experienced hands to help out.  This person could help with the postcard as well, if they would like. 

7. Volunteer - We are also going to be in need of volunteers to help package the clothing from the online sale, as well as assembling the bags once everything has come in.  This would be local in the Katy area.

8. Monetary Donations - If you would still like to help and none of these things resonate with you or if you don't have time, you can always donate monetarily.  Every little bit will help.  As I said before, breast pads and belly binders run about $5-$7 dollars each.  We can all spare $5 to help out.  You may donate to amendedsoul@gmail.com on paypal.

9. Spread the Word - If you feel a connection to this cause, please help spread the word.  We have several local hospitals in the Houston area that are willing to participate as well as several churches.  We are hoping that you will take this information to your doctors, hospitals and churches.  Start a small group at your local church, to help these women.  Share this on your facebook page.  Just talking about it with your close friends is enough to bring awareness to this growing problem.

Thank you to all of you willing to help out!!  I can't tell you how grateful and appreciative I am for all of your encouragement and help.  It's time we recognize what women go through when they lose a child.  It is really life-changing and we need to be able to bring awareness to this so that women can be helped and don't have to suffer for so long in silence.  You are not alone.

XOXO ~ Michelle

Saturday, November 2, 2013

God's Plan/The Mended Soul Project

I am more and more aware of God's plan for my life each and every day.  For the first time, I actually told someone that, looking back, I would not change a thing that has happened to me in my life time.  It was all God's will and I am thankful for each and every experience and the struggle or joy each experience has brought me.  I am so unbelievably thankful.  The part of my brain that used to rule my life is screaming at me, wondering how on earth I could be thankful for losing my daughters.  I actually don't know the answer to that.  My heart is brimming with emotion right now and it is so full of love.  Love for my Lord, my family, my friends.  God is placing people in my life, ever so gently, but perfectly at each and every step.  Never has my life flowed so freely, my ideas so fresh and vivid and perfect.  They are not mine, they are His.  He knows exactly what He wants me to be doing and I am finally taking notice and following His instructions.  I was worried after my hysterectomy that I would lose that connection I felt, with my womb being gone.  The connection is in my heart, I know, but just knowing that their final place on earth before dying was tucked away, safely in my womb, made me feel like I was losing a part of them somehow.  Now that it is gone, the pain it has caused me all these years has gone with it.  My heart has led me to begin a new ministry in remembrance of my girls and the other pregnancies that I lost, as well as all pregnancy, and infant loss and infertility.  It is called The Mended Soul Project.  What this ministry is all about is helping those that experience the loss of a pregnancy or newborn cope with all the things that are about to unfold in their life.  It will also offer guidance and support to those facing infertility.  My hope is that this community will come together to offer support to each other and allow others to know that they are not alone in their grief.  It will entail a website with information and links, but most importantly, it will provide information to women leaving the hospital after suffering a loss.  The one thing I have learned over the long years of infertility and loss is that hospitals don't care about the deceased.  Nor do they care very much about the family of the deceased.  I know there are certain protocols that are done when a baby is still born.  There is time to grieve with the baby, take pictures if wanted and such.  There is none of that with a miscarriage whether it be early or late in the pregnancy.  No one asks how you are feeling emotionally.  It is a common procedure to have a D&C or D&E.  Both procedures are horrific and invasive.  I have faced a D&C awake, in a doctors office, treated like I was an idiot.  I've also faced them under sedation in day surgery, but sent away with nothing.  I have also lost a late term pregnancy, where I stayed in the hospital for weeks because of illness, never once being asked if I needed a grievance counselor.  It is amazing to me, the lack of compassion from hospitals, who are so numb to it all.  The miscarriage rate is high, anywhere from 10 - 31% before 20 weeks.  What they don't take into consideration is that the second that test turns positive, it is a baby to us.  It doesn't matter if at that time it was a ball of cells, or if by the time we go to the doctor it shows as an empty sac or a small blob on the screen without a heartbeat.  Even harder is going through ultrasound after ultrasound, becoming attached to those babies, watching them turn from blobs to babies right before your eyes.  Once you can feel them inside, it becomes so much more than real.  When you lose them, you feel robbed, violated.  There is no medicine that can take that pain away.  There are no doctor's words that can explain it in a way that might make you feel better.  "It wasn't meant to be this time" or "it was probably deformed" doesn't make it ok.  What I am hoping is to provide women with the information they need to grieve properly and learn to accept what has happened to them and how it was not their fault, but in a relaxed, non-threatening environment, where they feel comfortable to read or even to write about their experiences. 

So that was the beginning of The Mended Soul Project.  Over the last few weeks things have grown exponentially!  I also wanted women to be prepared for the things that were about to happen to their bodies.  When we actually have a baby that we can bring home, we are given a multitude of free products.  Diaper bags, formula, diapers, wipes, coupons, food, deodorant, you name it.  We are left feeling equipped for the task of being a new parent.  When you lose your baby, you get nothing but a hospital bill.  That needs to change.  So much of what happens to you, after you carry full term, still occurs even after a loss.  After reaching a certain point in pregnancy, once you give birth, early or not, your body begins to lactate.  This is a cruel and unusual punishment for mother's who have just suffered a loss.  To have you milk come in, with no baby there to feed is so incredibly painful.  Then there are the phantom kicks.  If you were far enough, your uterus will still keep twitching and popping as though you can still feel your baby inside your body.  You will also most likely experience post-partum depression.  This hormonal driven depression, on top of the actual depression you are feeling because of the loss is tremendous.  There is a long list of other things that your body and mind go through, but those are the main problems and it is so awful to handle.  I thought of the idea of creating my own type of bag to give to those mother's.  Nothing fancy or extravagant, but something to equip them for what they are about to go through.  All the information necessary to help them grieve, packages of breast pads for when their milk does come in (especially since, if you have to buy them yourself, you'll be walking into the baby department, therefore triggering another emotional let down), a belly band, and something inspirational.  That is just the beginning.  I just truly believe that we need to be investing some time into these precious mother's lives and helping them cope with the loss of their child.  Life is so unfair at times and unless you have been through something so personal, you can't begin to know how to respond or help your friend in need. 

So like I said before, God has placed people directly in my path that are excited about this and willing to help in any way possible.  One of those women is someone who sells Thirty-one bags.  She and I are teaming up this month for a promotion of sorts.  You can purchase one or more of these bags to either provide to someone you know or for our stock.  For every 3rd bag sold, one will be purchased by the host.  She is also donating all of her profits to the fund to fill these bags.  I have personally contacted the brands of items I would like to place in the bags and hope to have some sort of donation from them.  I have been given permission to pass out the bags at several local hospitals, where I may be given access to their closet of samples they receive.  I am working on all of that as we speak.  I am also hosting a clothing sale on Instagram through a website that specifically hosts missions/ministries.  The sale will be coming up soon and I hope to raise enough money to fill the bags completely to be ready to go out to the first hospital by December 1.  We could really use all the help we can get!  There is a list of things that you can do to help if you'd like.  I would appreciate any input as to how you feel about the project itself and if you can add to the list of things that may have been helpful to you, if you have gone through this yourself.  Here are the areas you can help out:

1. Purchase a bag for donation when the sale begins.  Each bag will be only $10, with a little extra for embroidery.
2. Donate goods or money to pay for the goods to fill the bags.  The list of goods will be available soon.
3. Donate good quality used clothing to the clothing sale on Instagram to raise money for The Project.  This means going through your closets and finding the things you don't want any longer and rather than taking them to Goodwill, give them to Mended Soul.  I'm hoping to be able to provide a tax-deductible receipt to those donating.  Items we are looking for are trendy womens clothing, shoes and accessories.  I will come pick up all local items myself.  We also have pick-ups available in other areas, so please inquire.
4. Donate your time to assemble these bags.
5. If you have a story you'd like to share on the website about your experience, please email me so that we can arrange that.  If you have a blog and would like to link up to the blog page, please send me your link so that I may do that as well.
6. Most importantly, I ask for your prayers for this journey God has placed me on.  I know it is the right thing to do and will help so many struggling women out there. 

We all know someone who has been affected by miscarriage.  It could be you or your family or friends, but we all know someone.  It is a horrible thing to experience and I hope that you too will feel inspired to give/help/pray.  Please contact me at amendedsoul@gmail.com with any questions, comments or anything else.  Love and hugs to all of you!!!!  XOXO Michelle

Thursday, October 10, 2013

How it all began

My faith has replaced my sense of worry with confidence.  Confidence that He will always provide.  Confidence that He knows the way for me and I trust Him, no matter the choices He has made for my life.  It is a hard thing to do, give someone else ultimate control over your life.  Even though we feel like we have control, we do not.  Things are in motion from the minute we are born.  We do not have any control over what happens to us.  Sure, there are some choices we can make along the way that may slightly change the course, but all major milestones are carved in stone.  It's how we weave our life and choices into those milestones that makes us who we are as individuals.  I started out my life weaving my choices in and out as I pleased.  I felt I was smart and knew what was best for me and my life.  I left home at an early age and actually was married early too.  It caused a lot of trouble and struggle in my life, to leave my home with my parents and decide to do things for myself.  I moved across the country and started a life with my high school sweetheart.  I got pregnant for the first time at 22.  It was my first pregnancy and we (or I) really wanted to have a baby.  When I got pregnant so quickly, I was so happy.  I had cravings and morning sickness so badly, that I knew before I ever even took the test that I was pregnant.  I chose a doctor based on a friends recommendation and two days before my first appointment, I started to spot.  I didn't tell anyone, hoping that if I ignored it, it would go away.  We all hear of women who bleed their entire pregnancy.  Actually come to think of it, I've never met a woman who has, but I know we read about it online.  It may just be another way to get our hopes up that we are ok.  I wanted to be able to control the situation, but I couldn't.  My mother went with me to my first appointment and I should have been 10 weeks.  When the nurse couldn't hear a heartbeat, she brought the doctor in.  He was older, very set in his ways and apparently, had seen it all in his lifetime.  His first words to me were "yeah, don't think this one's gonna be good, let's get an ultrasound."  I was terrified.  I knew he was right, but he was so matter of fact about it.  I had an ultrasound and saw a perfect sac, with a baby that had "stopped growing" at 5 weeks....no heartbeat.  He says he was right, I start to cry and he looks at me like I'm some kind of idiot.  He says we should talk in his office to discuss options.  He tells me that I could wait out the miscarriage, in case I was wrong on my dates and come back in two weeks or go in for a D&C.  Of course, it was a no brainer for me, I'd wait.  What if there was a chance the baby was ok?  I wasn't giving that up.  Two weeks went by and I go back to the doctor.  I tell him that I had stopped bleeding.  He says maybe he was wrong.  Really?  He gives me another ultrasound and tells me instantly, "nope!  I was right!"  I wanted to crawl under the table and punch him right where it counts.  How could he not speak to me with any care or concern?  I decided I would go home and wait again, as I couldn't spend one more minute in that office with him to go ahead with a D&C.  Three days later, my body started to miscarry in the night.  I was actually in so much pain.  I cramped and "labored" in the bathroom all night and my husband took me to the doctor in the morning.  We were sent to the back room and I waited for the doctor to come and check me out.  He tells me there is still "some" left and he would just try to get it out.  I was 22, scared, naïve and upset.  I said ok, not realizing I was basically asking for an abortion on the table.  He brought out all his tools and began to work.  This was the first experience I had with loss.  I sat on the table as the doctor ripped out my insides.  My husband, 22 at the time as well, sat in the chair, white as a ghost, with his eyes wide open.  We were both in shock as to what was happening to me.  It hurt so bad.  I was crying in pain and grief and my doctor, finally getting fed up with hearing me, said "guess we won't be able to do this here.  Sign her up for a D&C to get the little bit left out" and he walked out the door.  This is how I was treated after losing my baby.  I was sent over to the hospital, drugged up, cleaned out and sent home.  Like it was nothing.  No words, no condolences, nothing.  A 22 year old, left to her own thoughts and forgotten.  I laid on my couch and cried for two weeks.  I couldn't bear to go back to work and face the people who knew I was pregnant.  What would I say to them?  How were the going to react?  I had a great job, in an HR department, with encouraging people, but I could not do it.  It was then that my wall went up and I never let it down.  That moment changed me forever and the doctor and nurses didn't even care.  I knew from then on, it was up to me to take care of myself.  I was not able to rely on anyone for comfort or knowledge.  No one could understand what I was going through.  Little did I know, that was only the beginning of my long journey.  Looking back, I wish I had someone or something there to comfort me in the way I needed.  I felt stupid and I didn't like that.  I was a smart girl.  I should have known better.  I really did not believe in God at that time.  He was so far from my mind and I did not have faith that what was happening was not my fault.  Satan used that experience to poison my brain with fear and hatred.  He had his grips on me and he was not letting go.  I was an easy target I suppose.  I knew everything (so I thought) and I was in control of my life.  We are the easiest for him to pick out.  He poisons your mind with self-preservation.  Never rely on God.  If He loved you, He wouldn't do this to you.  The doubt began to pour in and only grow.

Day 6 - Ministry and Missions

Day 6 {Ministry and Missions} Today I am so thankful for the ministry that God has placed on my heart. Helping women cope with miscarriage/infant loss has become so much more than I could have possibly imagined.  His word is true that my Trials are becoming Triumphs. My years of suffering have a purpose and it is far greater than writing. So much is unfolding each and every day. He has placed me perfectly in this time and is ready for me to take my part and do His will. I am so grateful for His guiding hand. Hebrews 13:21 Make you perfect in every good work to do his will, working in you that which is wellpleasing in his sight, through Jesus Christ; to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.
 
 

 
 

Day 5 - Pray Every Day

Pray Every Day - this is my prayer to The Lord each and every day. Psalm 25
Lord, I put my life in your hands. I trust in you, my God, and I will not be disappointed. My enemies will not laugh at me. No one who trusts in you will be d...isappointed. But disappointment will come to those who try to deceive others. They will get nothing. Lord, help me learn your ways. Show me how you want me to live. Guide me and teach me your truths. You are my God, my Savior. You are the one I have been waiting for. Remember to be kind to me, Lord. Show me the tender love that you have always had. Don’t remember the sinful things I did when I was young. Because you are good, Lord, remember me with your faithful love. The Lord is good and does what is right. He shows sinners the right way to live. He teaches his ways to humble people. He leads them with fairness. The Lord is kind and true to those who obey what he said in his agreement. Lord, I have done many wrong things. But I ask you to forgive them all to show your goodness. When people choose to follow the Lord, he shows them the best way to live. They will enjoy good things, and their children will get the land God promised. The Lord tells his secrets to his followers. He teaches them about his agreement. I always look to the Lord for help. Only he can free me from my troubles. I am hurt and lonely. Turn to me, and show me mercy. Free me from my troubles. Help me solve my problems. Look at my trials and troubles. Forgive me for all the sins I have done. Look at all the enemies I have. They hate me and want to hurt me. Protect me! Save me from them! I come to you for protection, so don’t let me be disappointed. You are good and do what is right. I trust you to protect me. God, save the people of Israel from all their enemies.

Day 4 {my son}

Day 4 {my son}
Missed day fives post yesterday because things were busy. My son had a school program that went late and the kids were wired afterward! He was the most animated and amazing little performer! I was so proud of him. The Lord ...blessed me with this boy 7 years ago and though he doesn't realize it, he is my life saver. He truly pulled me from the depths of despair and he hasn't let go of me since. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for this boy. When I think of the love I have for him, and I think that God gave his only son to save us from our sins, it really makes it that much more real, God's love. His pain must have been so unbearable to have to watch His only son be crucified. His love for us, His children, His creation, is ever lasting. John 3:16 - For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.