Brandi has asked me to update with of few pictures of Aaron. Here is just a couple of our little angel.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
AARON SAMUEL JENSEN
Brandi has asked me to update with of few pictures of Aaron. Here is just a couple of our little angel.
Monday, January 4, 2010
AARON JENSEN
It breaks my heart to update with this news. My sweet little nephew Aaron Jensen was Born on Jan. 4, 2010 @ 10:35 and passed away @ 11:36p.m. My heart is so full of gratitude for this sweet little boy who was able to spend just an hour here on earth. We know that he was perfect to perfect to stay here on earth. Brandi has been incredibly strong. I am so grateful for her and her testimony of the gospel I know that our Father in Heaven is mindful of her and her family. We without a doubt know that we will have the opportunity to see him again. Families Are together forever through time and all Eternity. Please pray for The Jensen Family as the week goes on. Thank you again to each and every one of you for your thoughts and prayers.
I will keep all of you updated.
Love,
Jody (Brandi's little sister)
I will keep all of you updated.
Love,
Jody (Brandi's little sister)
UPDATE!
Just another quick update. Brandi's Labor is moving very slow. Brandi and baby Aaron are doing really good. I just spoke with Sam and everyone is hanging in there. I cannot express enough how grateful we are for the phone calls, emails, and endless prayers. I will keep updating through out the night or into the early morning. Thank you again for all of the love we have felt.
QUICK UPDATE!!
Just a little update! Brandi went into the hospital last night and they ran test to ensure that everything was good to go. However, they just started the induction. Hopefully, she will not be in labor for to long. We are still praying that this little angel will get just a few hours to spend with his family. Thank you again for all of the love and support you have shown my sister and her family. We can feel the love and prayers. Thanks again to all of you!!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
PRAY FOR BABY AARON!!
This is Brandi's little sister Jody. I will be updating the blog for Brandi for the next week or so. Brandi will be induced tomorrow night and will hopefully be able to deliver the baby sometime on Monday. I just wanted to let everyone know how much we appreciate all of the sweet comments and prayers that have been in behalf of Brandi and her sweet little family. Again,I just want to ask you to keep them in your prayers. We pray that she will have some time to spend with Aaron.I will keep all of you updated.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Despair
Life isn't always easy. At some point in our journey we may feel much as the pioneers did as they crossed Iowa--up to our knees in mud, forced to bury some of our dreams along the way. We all face rocky ridges, with the wind in our face and winter coming on too soon. Sometimes it seems as though there is no end to the dust that stings our eyes and clouds our vision. Sharp edges of despair and discouragement jut out of the terrain to slow our passage. Always, there is a Devil's Gate, which will swing wide open to lure us in. Those who are wise and faithful will steer a course as far from such temptation as possible, while others--sometimes those who are nearest and dearest to us--succumb to the attraction of ease, comfort, convenience, and rest. Occasionally we reach the top of one summit in life, as the pioneers did, only to see more mountain peaks ahead, higher and more challenging than the one we have just traversed. Tapping unseen reservoirs of faith and endurance, we, as did our forebears, inch ever forward toward that day when our voices can join with those of all pioneers who have endured in faith, singing: "All is well! All is well!" (Hymns, no. 30).—Elder M. Russell Ballard, General Conference, April 1997
We had our appointment at the U today. I hate that place, it is always bad news. We have spent so much time there we have nicknamed the people we deal with like the Grim Reaper. We know if you are asked to go in the purple room you are soon greeted by the Grim Reaper, we have watched countless families go in and come out with their world torn apart. To bad the Grim Reaper is this tall, skinny, bushy haired kid who looks like he just graduated high school. People never know that this kid is the Reaper in disguise. We met with the ultrasound tech that Sam usually calls Mutes because they won't tell you anything. But today we had a talker and I loved her! She explained so many things to me that she probably shouldn't have, but it was nice to feel like there wasn't a awful secret to hide from us. She showed us all the fluid I have, and explained how they measure it and that she measures everything three times and then gets an estimate. My fluid was 35, normal is in the 20-23 range, I am carrying a fish bowl. Aaron's head is the size of a full term baby and his limbs are the size of a 17 week old baby. Aaron has hair and eyelashes, he moves like a fish and then we were told he now has hydrocephalus, and that is when I thought "Come ON! Cut me a break here, why can't anything be going right?" I felt despair. Then we were asked to wait until the Doctor could come back, she had to go and deliver a baby. And so we waited for 2 and half hours to hear the news that the day has arrived and sometime in the next week we need to deliver. I hate today! Did I mention that it is our anniversary, that we had plans to go out to dinner and do something fun? But instead Sam insisted on going to the funeral home to look at baby casket's. I felt more than alone, I felt hollow, and empty and I wanted to just cry to the Lord "PLEASE, JUST HAVE MY WATER BREAK RIGHT NOW, AND END THIS RIGHT NOW!" I am not sure why or what the lesson is, for me to have to schedule the day to end my son's life, but this is despair. I wonder how will I ever be happy again? When will this emptiness leave me? Everything I feared is happening, I will have to be induced, I will have to bury my baby in the cold heartless month of January, and I will have to do this with the awful feeling of despair. I didn't want this experience to be cold and bitter, I wanted to end it on a spiritual high. SO I will turn to my Heavenly Father for the next few days, asking him for strength to help me get through this. Reminding myself of the little miracles we have been blessed to be witness too, looking upward instead of downward... and reminding myself to never ever say the words "It can't get worse, than what it is right now."
I think I will turn my blog over to my little sister for the next little while and she can keep those who want to know what is going on up to date. I am not sure what the rest of the week will be like, we meet with the OB in the morning to schedule our induction. Thanks again to all who have prayed for us, we have felt your prayers..although my post today might seem like I haven't, I have. I know my boys have felt them too.
We had our appointment at the U today. I hate that place, it is always bad news. We have spent so much time there we have nicknamed the people we deal with like the Grim Reaper. We know if you are asked to go in the purple room you are soon greeted by the Grim Reaper, we have watched countless families go in and come out with their world torn apart. To bad the Grim Reaper is this tall, skinny, bushy haired kid who looks like he just graduated high school. People never know that this kid is the Reaper in disguise. We met with the ultrasound tech that Sam usually calls Mutes because they won't tell you anything. But today we had a talker and I loved her! She explained so many things to me that she probably shouldn't have, but it was nice to feel like there wasn't a awful secret to hide from us. She showed us all the fluid I have, and explained how they measure it and that she measures everything three times and then gets an estimate. My fluid was 35, normal is in the 20-23 range, I am carrying a fish bowl. Aaron's head is the size of a full term baby and his limbs are the size of a 17 week old baby. Aaron has hair and eyelashes, he moves like a fish and then we were told he now has hydrocephalus, and that is when I thought "Come ON! Cut me a break here, why can't anything be going right?" I felt despair. Then we were asked to wait until the Doctor could come back, she had to go and deliver a baby. And so we waited for 2 and half hours to hear the news that the day has arrived and sometime in the next week we need to deliver. I hate today! Did I mention that it is our anniversary, that we had plans to go out to dinner and do something fun? But instead Sam insisted on going to the funeral home to look at baby casket's. I felt more than alone, I felt hollow, and empty and I wanted to just cry to the Lord "PLEASE, JUST HAVE MY WATER BREAK RIGHT NOW, AND END THIS RIGHT NOW!" I am not sure why or what the lesson is, for me to have to schedule the day to end my son's life, but this is despair. I wonder how will I ever be happy again? When will this emptiness leave me? Everything I feared is happening, I will have to be induced, I will have to bury my baby in the cold heartless month of January, and I will have to do this with the awful feeling of despair. I didn't want this experience to be cold and bitter, I wanted to end it on a spiritual high. SO I will turn to my Heavenly Father for the next few days, asking him for strength to help me get through this. Reminding myself of the little miracles we have been blessed to be witness too, looking upward instead of downward... and reminding myself to never ever say the words "It can't get worse, than what it is right now."
I think I will turn my blog over to my little sister for the next little while and she can keep those who want to know what is going on up to date. I am not sure what the rest of the week will be like, we meet with the OB in the morning to schedule our induction. Thanks again to all who have prayed for us, we have felt your prayers..although my post today might seem like I haven't, I have. I know my boys have felt them too.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Happy Birthday Preston and Thank you Santa!
Today my little boy is 5! How can this be? We had a party at our house with both sides of the family and all the nieces and nephews. Preston loved it! He got the best presents too! Thanks to everyone who helped make it such a wonderful party!
This is the alligator that Sam kept telling all the kids we keep in the basement.
The yummy cake from Grandma Sugar Mama (Grandma Shirley)
On Monday Santa just happened to be in the neighborhood and dropped in to see us, My family loved it! Thank you Santa!
This is the alligator that Sam kept telling all the kids we keep in the basement.
The yummy cake from Grandma Sugar Mama (Grandma Shirley)
On Monday Santa just happened to be in the neighborhood and dropped in to see us, My family loved it! Thank you Santa!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Making Friends
Sam and I have been making the last touches on making sure everything is in place for when our baby arrives. We have been making friends everywhere we go, and everyone who hears of Aaron's story is touched. It has been a long 9 weeks and we finally got his burial outfit, which I wanted to thank the kind and generous ladies at Little Thing Mean A Lot for helping me. I think the two hardest things I have ever done is picking out the burial outfit and going to the fabric store to pick out material for his burial blanket. At Little Things Means Alot, Preston and I just locked ourselves in a dressing room for a moment, but the ladies shortly caught on and helped me find something. They have an absolute no return policy but they loaded me up and said whatever I didn't need I could bring back. Thank you so much for helping me.
The fabric store was just as awful. My Mom wanted to do the blanket so we went to a fabric store that had so many baby prints, the store was overwhelming full of pregnant women and laughing just a joyful place, but not for me. Both my Mom and I agreed that this was just to hard for me to do. My Mom who I think is having just as hard of time as we are, found some ladies in her ward to help us out. Thank you to Nancy Landvatter and Trudy Neilson for helping us, they quilted and did the binding around the quilt. Thank you for giving yourself to us during such a busy time of year and doing it out of the kindness of your heart.
I wanted a blanket that we could keep and tuck away but I wanted the quilt to be his burial blanket, I just kept thinking that I know I would want something that he touched as a memory, but I could not find anything that I really loved. Then last night I received a letter explaining that this blanket was from Bethlehem the birthplace of the Savior and that she was giving it to us for Aaron who also is a special spirit who just needs a body, from Debbie Fetzer. I don't even know Debbie, she works at the University Institute with my Mother In Law and gave us this.
I also wanted to thank the kind and generous people at Sernicare they are helping us with the burial and casket and pretty much it will not cost us a thing, which is just a big blessing. I can't forget to thank my in laws for giving us a place to bury him, He will be buried with Sam's little sister who passed away in 1999 from cancer. I can't imagine a better place to put him then along side his beautiful Aunt Emily, who always wanted the niece's and nephews to remember her. Now she will have one right along side her to give her a break from all this guardian angel work she has been doing. Although Sam seems to think that Aaron will be Preston's personal guardian Angel and Preston keeps telling us that Aaron is his conscience (obviously he watches Pinocchio a lot).
I am sharing all of this, because all of these acts of kindness are answered prayers. I wasn't sure how I would be able to do all of this and I knew I wanted to do this all for Aaron. I have spent endless hours with Stockton on home work with a lot of tears shed. I have spent endless nights with Preston while getting his epilepsy under control, again tears shed. I knew that I could do these few hard things for Aaron shedding tears and falling in love with him more. I love my boys so much! This experience has helped me be a better Mom and to love my boys more, because I now really, really know what it means when they say tomorrow this could all be over. Now don't get me wrong I do still want to pull my hair out, and say "I can't wait until your dad is home", but I am enjoying the good moments a lot more, and trying to patiently enjoy the bad ones.
The fabric store was just as awful. My Mom wanted to do the blanket so we went to a fabric store that had so many baby prints, the store was overwhelming full of pregnant women and laughing just a joyful place, but not for me. Both my Mom and I agreed that this was just to hard for me to do. My Mom who I think is having just as hard of time as we are, found some ladies in her ward to help us out. Thank you to Nancy Landvatter and Trudy Neilson for helping us, they quilted and did the binding around the quilt. Thank you for giving yourself to us during such a busy time of year and doing it out of the kindness of your heart.
I wanted a blanket that we could keep and tuck away but I wanted the quilt to be his burial blanket, I just kept thinking that I know I would want something that he touched as a memory, but I could not find anything that I really loved. Then last night I received a letter explaining that this blanket was from Bethlehem the birthplace of the Savior and that she was giving it to us for Aaron who also is a special spirit who just needs a body, from Debbie Fetzer. I don't even know Debbie, she works at the University Institute with my Mother In Law and gave us this.
I also wanted to thank the kind and generous people at Sernicare they are helping us with the burial and casket and pretty much it will not cost us a thing, which is just a big blessing. I can't forget to thank my in laws for giving us a place to bury him, He will be buried with Sam's little sister who passed away in 1999 from cancer. I can't imagine a better place to put him then along side his beautiful Aunt Emily, who always wanted the niece's and nephews to remember her. Now she will have one right along side her to give her a break from all this guardian angel work she has been doing. Although Sam seems to think that Aaron will be Preston's personal guardian Angel and Preston keeps telling us that Aaron is his conscience (obviously he watches Pinocchio a lot).
I am sharing all of this, because all of these acts of kindness are answered prayers. I wasn't sure how I would be able to do all of this and I knew I wanted to do this all for Aaron. I have spent endless hours with Stockton on home work with a lot of tears shed. I have spent endless nights with Preston while getting his epilepsy under control, again tears shed. I knew that I could do these few hard things for Aaron shedding tears and falling in love with him more. I love my boys so much! This experience has helped me be a better Mom and to love my boys more, because I now really, really know what it means when they say tomorrow this could all be over. Now don't get me wrong I do still want to pull my hair out, and say "I can't wait until your dad is home", but I am enjoying the good moments a lot more, and trying to patiently enjoy the bad ones.
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