Our Adventure called Life

"You can do hard things." A little rainbow baby It's such a simple phrase that I heard while I was pregnant with Paisley.  We were roughly 4 months past losing our honeymoon baby and here we were expecting.  Could we go through the worst case scenario again?  Were we mentally ready to handle this?  We wanted so desperately to be excited and dream about the little person I was carrying, but we knew the possibility of this dream being shattered like fine china falling onto a tile floor.  The reality of everything was hard. Mid-way through the pregnancy is when we received the diagnosis of vasa previa, 100% fatal if not caught before birth.  It was a hard diagnosis to hear, but we caught it.  We were prepared.  We were armed with information and a plan.  It was hard to take it all in, but someone said, "You can do hard things."  With that mind-set we continued on. While my pregnancy continued I had a conversation with a close friend that is struggling wi

We can't forget her... On Feb. 3 we began the long drive from Indiana to Colorado.  The vehicle was loaded with the Fish4 and the Nana.  We also hauled our smoker out there, a decision my husband solely made.  We had bags of snacks, toys, movies, and anything else we could think of that could possibly entertain the smallest of travelers.   We began our journey at 5:50pm.  The following are the hours that followed: 5:57pm - "Mom I need a snack." - Paisley 6:20pm - Lila begins screaming "Out!" from her carseat. 6:45pm - Paisley falls asleep. 6:55pm - Lila screams and wakes Paisley up.  They both begin fussing.  Scott puts on his noise canceling headphones. 7:00pm - Nana begins passing out snacks.  On the road 7:15pm - I am positive I didn't turn off the crockpot. 7:38pm - After watching me chew off 3 Jamberrys worrying about the crockpot, Scott promises that HE turned off the crockpot.  I don't believe him.   7:50p