My wife is a giver.

Lindsay in front of a Christmas tree.
Lindsay in front of a Christmas tree.

She has been for as long as I’ve known her.

But 2020 made this more clear than ever.

Right now, in our garage, she has organized volunteers in our neighborhood to be an assembly line for creating Christmas luminaires that will be distributed throughout the block to be lit for Christmas Eve.

This is the kind of thing Lindsay likes to do.

And people come out of the woodwork and come alive to help her in it.

This morning, just like every Sunday morning for the past few weeks since we have been on another lockdown, she organized another game and Christmas activity for the boys and girls in our neighborhood who show up on our front lawn to participate.

For over a month, Lindsay has been having us sit down together as a family after dinner to work on Christmas carols together.

This was so that yesterday, we would be able to meet up with a long time family friend in her hometown to sing to him and to fellowship together over hot cocoa.

Every day, I am amazed by my wife and her love for our boys and for me.

She daily helps them get ready for school, prepares meals, helps them with their homework, has them do their chores, and gets them ready for bed all while being a dedicated mother, worker, and volunteer at their school, in our community and at our church.

These are just a few of the things she has done in recent weeks that have put a smile on people’s face in the midst of the ongoing pandemic.

And she does it out of the sheer joy and love that is in her heart.

I just wanted to take a moment and put a spotlight on Lindsay to say how much she means to me and to recognize her for the saint and the inspiration that she truly is to so many of us.

Thank you, Lindsay.

We love you!

Welcome Grant Robert and Graham Anthony

baby, child, children iconIn a recent entry, I wrote about the gratitude I had while Lindsay and I went to the hospital last week and found ourselves waiting for the twins to be born.

Well, the wait came to a close.

Here is the skinny:

So, it was Wednesday and Lindsay and I had been waiting for the babies to come while in the hospital since Sunday.

By the time Wednesday evening came, we were getting pretty relaxed thinking that it may just be a long while before these kiddos came. We were wrong.

At about 6pm, I decided to run home and grab some food and Lindsay was ordering food from the hospital since she was staying there on bed rest. At about 7pm, I had finished and gave Lindsay a call. She was just beginning her meal.

We ended our conversation at that time deciding that I should just stay home for the remainder of the evening since a couple of Lindsay’s friends were stopping by to visit and it would allow me to catch up on some needed sleep. Not 5 minutes after our phone conversation, I was fast asleep on the couch.

At about 7:30pm, Lindsay began calling and texting me. Unfortunately, even though my phone was right next to my head it was on vibrate and therefore I was not waking up.

Yep, you guessed it! She was in labor!

Suddenly, I heard a loud knock on our front door. It woke me up.

When I opened it, our friend Kristi Trader was there and she said, “it is time.” I figured out what she meant and began gathering my things. Arriving at the hospital at around 8pm, Lindsay was in sure labor.

By the time things were set up and the doctor was ready for Lindsay to start pushing it was about 9pm. In about three pushes, Grant Robert came out at 4 lbs. and 13 oz., but then it was time for Graham Anthony to arrive and he was having none of it.

The doctor tried using a vacuum. The vacuum broke.

Graham’s heart rate decreased to 56 causing doctor and the 8 or so nurses to go into emergency mode wheeling Lindsay down the hall to the elevator to do an emergency c-section.

Graham’s placenta had preceded his birth. He lost a lot of blood. In fact, he lost so much blood that his heart stopped (I am tearing up while writing this).

It took 7 minutes for the nurses to resuscitate Graham and they were expecting the worst at that point. He was pale as a ghost. They gave him a total of two blood transfusions. The wheeled the very drowsy Lindsay into the ICU to see him and Grant before we took Graham to the NICU at St. Joseph Mercy Hospital in Ann Arbor where I stayed with him for 4 days while he recovered, and recovered he did.

The nurses and doctors could hardly believe the progress he made in such a short period of time and attributed this to a miracle. Certainly, we had a lot of people praying for him and had world-class care. I also like to note that the name Graham means warrior and that he fought through some pretty tough moments.

We are grateful, beyond words, for the support, prayer, encouragement, care and love bestowed onto our new family of 5. The love, meals, messages, cards, flowers, babysitting, cleaning, transporting, check-ins, conversations and contacts have been sustaining to us through the rocky birth and will continue to be as we transition into the new normal of having three boys under the age of two.

Actually, there is nothing normal about this.

You can see more pictures here (sorry, I don’t have any ready to post of the two of them together or of all of us together yet, but they will be on this album when they are ready).