Painting the trim

paintbrush

This weekend, on the fourth of July

while painting the trim in our bedroom,

I suddenly remembered:

Surprise!

that this is the weekend

that weekend

when, after months of lying in wait —

complete placenta previa running the show —

I decided to give in to my restlessness

and just paint a little trim

in our bedroom.

After all, it was just a little trim

and my doctor had not put me on bed rest – officially –

though I was surprised that she hadn’t.

But I got tired painting the trim — standing up even for an hour or two — so I went back to lying down.

And the next morning, as soon as I got out of bed: Whoosh!

The dam broke. Blood everywhere.

And I knew – we all knew – what was happening,

because we had been told that it would certainly happen:

The “big bleed” as it had been described.

I stood in the shower

and Jeremy dialed 911

and Jesse (who was only seven) appeared very brave

while the ambulance hurried me away

and Colleen came to get Jesse

and Jeremy drove to the hospital

sure that we were going to meet Dylan that day.

But lying down at the hospital, at 32-1/2 weeks,

I was told I should — and could — wait a little longer.

And so I did.

Two, nearly three more weeks, lying mostly on my back in a hospital bed —

until a planned C-section (with a full placenta previa in charge, there is no other way)

— and my miracle boy arrived, just 5 weeks early.

We were so relieved.

I woke up the next morning, on my birthday, remembering that Dylan’s birthday had been the day before.

He was well, he had arrived. And I smiled before falling back to sleep.

Dylan newborn

And that same week, Jeremy –

who had been diagnosed

with multiple sclerosis for 3 long years

underwent another MRI to see why he was improving.

His symptoms were disappearing,

and on this day, his brain scan was completely clear.

There were absolutely no lesions, no white spots

and the printout  of the scan said “normal brain.”

So we framed it and Jeremy put it on the dining room wall.

And the doctors said that it was likely ADEM rather than MS, but the most important, most fear-shattering fact is that there was another miracle boy in my life that month.

And I remembered all of this,

this weekend,

simply because

I was once again–

7 years later —

painting the bedroom trim.

Miracles do happen. Every day. These are two of mine.

And I’m grateful.

Rachelxo

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18 Responses to Painting the trim

  1. susan budig July 6, 2011 at 11:46 pm #

    This is one of your best, yet! Loved the read and loved the stories. I’m grateful, too.

  2. Liz Couchman July 7, 2011 at 5:41 am #

    beautiful.

  3. Jennifer Richardson July 7, 2011 at 5:42 am #

    Grinning and grateful
    for the beautiful miracles
    that grace this journey
    …huge thanks for sharing
    your story!!
    Gives me a few more smooth
    shiny stones in my pocket
    that stir my faith
    as I walk along, feeling their
    gentle comforting weight,
    reminding me that impossible
    is just another thing
    that can change
    and shift
    …that nothing really ever is “fixed”
    when Love sweeps in and smiles.
    Thanks and dancing a little dance with you,
    Jen

  4. broadsideblog July 7, 2011 at 8:03 am #

    Beautiful photos and stories. Thanks for sharing.

  5. brandyglows July 7, 2011 at 8:39 am #

    Oh my GOODNESS, Rachel! You are so right, miracles do happen every day. Thank you for sharing yours. I’m so glad your boys are safe and healthy. I’m fighting back tears as I type this. It hits especially close to home for me – I’m 30 weeks pregnant myself. My own little boy is on his way.

  6. claudia kaul July 7, 2011 at 9:37 am #

    such an amazing story. thanks for sharing this memory with us. and thank God for miracles!

  7. tami July 7, 2011 at 1:18 pm #

    I remember that. your shower in the hospital. hearing the story of the ER.
    picturing you there, so brave, so scared. and litlte Jesse. and Jeremy-with all he had going on…oh my.

    and then to look what is now. Life certainly changes, doesn’t it? that is one for sure on this earth. you have done an amazing job, my dear, of rolling with it.
    I am honored to be your friend, and learn from you.

    thank-you.
    I am also thank-ful for your 3 boys!!
    I love u!

  8. Jeanne Hedrick July 7, 2011 at 1:32 pm #

    Beautifully written, Rachel! Wow, you are such a talent. I remember those scary days too and with you I rejoice as I remember God’s faithfulness. 🙂

  9. kathryn July 7, 2011 at 2:52 pm #

    wow…those are such awesome miracles!! i’m so happy for you!!

  10. Liv @ Choosing Beauty July 8, 2011 at 6:25 pm #

    LOVE this! Blessings and miracles and silver linings in such abundance – and what a creative way to share it.

  11. Jesse greenhouse July 9, 2011 at 8:19 am #

    I love this one mom it is amazing.

  12. Lynne Whitacre July 10, 2011 at 8:09 pm #

    And we all are!!!

  13. Mary Tomback July 13, 2011 at 8:19 am #

    gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous post.

  14. jen rives July 18, 2012 at 7:14 am #

    so beautiful. thank you.

  15. Sarah Wilkinson July 18, 2012 at 7:40 am #

    Tears. lots of them. What a cause for celebration!!

  16. Sima July 18, 2012 at 1:06 pm #

    How precious. Love, love this beautiful story and all the great news in it. Happy Birthday to a special young woman!!!

  17. Corrine Kenner July 19, 2012 at 7:45 pm #

    So how does the paint look? (Sorry. I couldn’t resist. This was a great post!)

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