When we arrived back at the car, I realized my wedding ring was missing. We looked back through the pictures, to see if I had it on in any of them, we combed the beach, I was in tears. Joey said we could get another one, I was devestated. Looking through rocks, sand, shells, this was a beach. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack! This ring was irreplaceable, made by a good friend, with love. I was so sad. I sat with Kyah on the front seat, I knew i hadn't taken the ring off. I had thought about it, but I didn't do it. Now i regretted that decision. I had to give up. I prayed that we'd find it, and I prayed that God would help me not to be so concerned about it if we didn't. After all, there are more important things to worry about than a ring.
I walked around to the back seat of the car to put Kyah in, and that's when I saw it. Something glimmered in the sunlight. I looked down at the "bump" in the middle of the floor of the backseat. There it sat, but beloved ring. I cried. I thanked the Lord that He showed me to the ring. He didn't have to, it could have been lost forever. But He blessed me, and He gave me my ring back. This may seem like a small thing. But I like to thank God in all things. This was an especially great thing. On our way home I noticed how even the mountains pointed to God...How beautiful.
Every day of that trip I woke up feeling a little nauseas. Every time I'd get that wooshy sick feeling, I'd think, "I wonder if I'm pregnant..." with a little giggle or grin, like I was hiding a secret, I'd tuck the thought away, until the next woosh came over me. We knew it was quite likely that I was pregnant. We had been trying. My dear Husband would have probably had another right after Kyah. He Loves being a Daddy! We agreed that we wanted at least our first two to be close in age. Not too close (thought some would consider our age gaps too close) but not too far apart. We were so excited at the prospect of a second child.
When we arrived home, I took a test. It was Positive!! :) We waited until after the 8 week ultrasound to tell everyone. Everybody was happy, well minus a few naysayers, who thought we obviously didn't know what we were getting into. (we knew perfectly well, and wouldn't change a thing!) Everybody was hoping for a boy since we already had a girl. one of each right. Isn't that the "standard for the perfect family." I always wanted a boy first...Luke Thomas Jaco. We love the name Luke, Thomas after my dad's and Joey's middle name. We had about 5 boys names...quite the list of boy names. It remains in tact...still a long list. Now girl's names were a different story.
It took a little longer this time to get sick. I even had a few fleeting thoughts, that I might not get so sick this time. Maybe I'll just have regular "morning sickness." Nausea in the morning...and then it hit me...like a ton of bricks. Worse than with Kyah. I didn't even know it could possibly be worse. The second I'd open my eyes in the morning, it would hit, the gagging, the wretching, I couldn't eat, drink, I could barely function. But this time I knew what to do. I called in to my Dr, and got my lifeline...ZOFRAN! It helped. This time I only lost 6 pounds before getting the meds. It didn't take the sickness completely away, I was still pretty nauseas, but it took away the 24/7 throwing up! (Hyperemesis Gravedarum, for those who'd like to know the name of the dreaded illness! YUCK!) Praise the Lord for that medecine!
At our 20 week ultrasound we found out we were having another girl. Sisters...we were so thankful, for another blessing, another daughter. But there was one problem...what would we call her!? We eventually settled on Savannah Jo. Jo after myself and Joey, and my Pop. I'm Karly Jae, after my Pop, Joe. My Uncle Danny's middle name is also Joe, and obviously Joey's name is Joseph. So we made it femenine and went with Jo. Savannah, was literally the ONLY name we both liked. and there you have it...
Savannah Jo Jaco!
Oh, Savannah Jo, she spoke volumes of her personality while in the womb! She often kicked or jabbed me with such force that I'd let out a yelp, and I often felt sore from her kicking and punching my insides. She even kicked her Auntie Jessica's hand so hard once it made her jump! She was so strong...and she was a stubborn one too! I knew she'd be the feisty one, the go-getter, possibly a "tomboy" we often wondered what we'd gotten ourselves into. Lol
Kyah was so peaceful, so quiet, so calm, so well-behaved. Of course she is a child, and just like any other child she got in her fair share of trouble, but she just has a calm, sensetive nature.
Throw in a couple of Kyah pics...
Then there's Savannah Jo...most commonly known as JoJo.
Our stubborn girl. I do have to give her credit though. She gave us fair warning of her personality traits! She was due December 11th, 2008. But everyone expected her to be a day late and arrive on Uncle Donny's birthday. Eveyone but me that is. My response to the "hold her in for a day" comments, was this, " even a day late is too long." Little did I know...
This pregnancy was busy, not only did I have Kyah to care for, but I also looked after my neice Gracie, and 3 days a week Chloe too. I had watched Everret in the beginning, but he started going to his grandma's after he was a few months old. The house we lived in had stairs. Kitchen and living room downstairs, bedrooms upstairs. I made countless trips up and down those stairs, and swore if we ever bought a house it would not have stairs. (although now i think it's a great excersize routine for when you're pregnant, since you have no choice but to go up and down. haha)
I worked non-stop. Up and down the staris with laundry, a kid on my hip, juggling. Lol (yes, all mothers are jugglers! it's in the job description!) Surprisingly I didn't really have any scares with JoJo, as I did with Kyah, I did end up in bed once after doing too much and putting my back out, that was fun! I also had a lot of anxiety, and had a few (what I refer to now as mild or moderate) panic attacks. The Lord was using it all to teach me numerous things, and thankfully I had a painfully honest husband, who encouraged me to work on me. To press on, and do what I could to impact others. Wether it is well received, or taken for granted, I needed to step it up and do what God allows me to do best. Encourage others. I was missing opportunities to share Christ, the ecnourage, to uplift. What time is better than the present to serve, and what better way for a stay at home wife/mom to serve her family than to pour her whole heart into her home. And that's what I did. I tried to make our home a haven, keep it clean, tidy, welcoming. A place you want to come hom to after a hard day's work. I am happiest when I am serving others, God continues to remind me of this in new ways...I am always amazed at His goodness to me.
I pressed on, and continued to work hard, oftne times too hard, and my body paid for it, but I also felt fulfilled knowing I was doing what the Lord had called me to do. I continued to pray for the Lord to guide me, and help me be all He would have me to be. Time kept moving on and before I knew it I was almost done with my pregnancy.
We had been house hunting for the better part of my pregnancy, and knew we would be moving out of a shared house with my Brother and sister in law, into our own house in January. So a lot of my time was spent preparing and packing, since I didn't want to have to pack things at 9 months pregnant, or immediately after having a baby.
The Church gave us a Baby shower...
Now, if you've ever been pregnant, you know how it goes. After about 35 weeks time starts to drag. You start to wonder about how the labor will go, will it be easier than before, what will it be like? What will the baby look like? Will it come out the predicted sex? How big will this baby be? You start to get anxious, maybe get things ready. Well I had everything ready by 37 weeks. if not before. Bags packed, baby bed ready, clothes washed and organised, everything was ready for Savannah Jo to enter the world.
Thankfully God bestowed much patience on me as I hit the 37 week mark, and started receiving the when are you due? You look ready to pop. You're Huge, comments. Oh and he also gave me the merciful spirit not to slap some people. haha Really, some people just don't know how to talk to a pregnant woman!
Since we lived a fair way from the hospital, and we were warned of second deliveries going faster than the first, we came up with a plan. (It's all lies by the way!! It does NOT get easier, different yes. Easier NO WAY!! now I may not be the best person to ask...haha but going from 17 hours labor to 17 and a half hours labor, to 46 hours! Yes, FORTY-SIX hours...uummm yeah, so not easier! But anyway...)
Our plan was for me to go with the girls and stay at grandma Glenna's house during the day, that way I'd be about 10 min from Joey's work, and 10 min from the hospital, and in case of an emergency, we could leave the kids with Grandma.
So at 38 weeks pregnant, and a few days, we started going to Grandmas. Most women that are mothers know that once you hit that 38 week mark, there's a feeling of "any day now" that you begin to have. Plus everyone else seems to think that you will just drop the baby out any second, HA if only it was that easy.
It was a tough task getting up literally at the crack of dawn. Getting two toddlers ready. We'd wake up about 5am and rug up the girls, bundle everyone up in the car and head to grandmas. Grandma was so gracious to us setting out blankets on the couch, and making sure the heater was on for us in the living room.
I'd get gracie organised on one couch and snuggle up with Kyah on the other and we'd go back to sleep for about an hour. Waking back up around 8am. Some days though I'd just lay there in the quiet, and wonder, "is this the day?" contemplating what was ahead, and just soaking up the time with my Kyah and Gracie girl! I was perfectly content to soak up the last few days of Kyah being our only child. I watched those two make memories and knew all too well, that this would be gone too quickly, it felt like only days before I was meeting my beautiful Gracie girl for the first time. I remembered holding her, rocking her to sleep...everyone thought she looked just like she could be our child...funny thing is, Gracie and Kyah are opposite in looks! But the way they love each other, they may as well be sisters!
We spent our days just hanging out with grandma, I so enjoyed the time spent with her. The kids played, we chatted. I got to hear many stories, about my husband growing up, about my brother-in-law, and stories from grandmas life. The fellowship of family was sweet, but even sweeter, being family in Christ. If you have grandparents, be sure to soak up all you can from them! I Lost most of my grandparents before I was born, and though I had my Nana and More-Nana, I lost them at a young age too. My More Nana died while I was young, and My Nana had many strokes before I was old enough to remember things. My Great Aunt, Auntie Dossie, has made a lot of memories with me, but I'll save those for another day. Grandparents have a wealth of information. Enjoy them while you have the chance. I Have been incredibly blessed by inheriting two wonderful grandmas, by marriage. I Love them both dearly. Thankyou Lord for blessing me so.
Ok, Rabbit trail aside...A week went by. Still no baby. Noone seemed to mind, I think everyone hoped she'd come on Uncle Donny's birthday. I just kept praying, and God continued to give me patience, and a calm. I was unusually content to keep waiting. ...Just so you know, it didn't last...
My main concern was my stubborn girl being breech. At 36 weeks, I went into my dr's office with a big buldge shoving into my ribs...I couldn't even sit up straight. Nurse Stone commented the she hoped it was a butt and not a head. ...Keep in mind this is JOJO!!! WHen she couldn't find the heartbeat down low, she went up by the buldge, sure enough it was her head!! I tried all kinds of excersizes that didn't work, and eventually went to have a special accupuncture technique done. It was amazing, and she turned. But of course, as a mum, I still worried a little that she would flip back. She was so active, even those last few weeks!!
As the days went by, I had no signs of labor. My sweet husband, texted me every day, asking things like, "any contractions?" "did you have the baby?" LoL it was so cute that he was anxious and excited to meet our daughter, but I know he also loves to do those little things that just might get me a little irritated. hehe usually those constant comments would drive me nuts. But from him, they were funny and sweet. I just Love my husband, he is such an amazing Daddy! I admire him in so many ways...*sigh* marriage just gets better... more on that later...
December 11th, came and went. Kyah having been four days early made those days leading up the her due date dragged on. We said goodbye to grandma on the thursday afternoon, hoping we wouldn't see her the next day. Hopefully we would be in the hospital.
So the next morning...we showed up at grandma's house again, I was one very pregnant momma! My biggest clothes barely fit anymore...
I'll let you in on something that almost makes being overdue fun. Coupled with the fact that my belly was huge, being overdue, had an excellent shock value! That afternoon after leaving Grandma's we went to the christian bookstore. As I waddled up to the counter, behind my husband, the Lady asked, "When are you due?" I replied, "Yesterday..." The look on her face was priceless. It was one of those, eyes pop out of your head jaw dropping looks. ...I kind of enjoyed it. She mentioned something about sitting down or resting as we left...resting was the last thing on my mind. If this stubborn girl wasn't coming yet, I was sure gonna keep busy while waiting!
I Slept restlessly that night, in case you didn't know, its extremely difficult to get comfortable when 9 months plus pregnant! Saturday Night came around and I battled the bedtime routine again...I was finally at the point where I thought I couldn't take anymore. In tears i wondered do I deal with this "neverendingness!?" ...I had no choice but to continue, and to pray more earnestly. My prayers, began to change ... they seemed to become more like pleas. "Please God help me get through this" "Please let today be the day the baby comes"..."Please can I just get SOME sleep..." I still had a week to wait until we could even discuss inducing. I was at that illogical point of feeling like I'd be pregnant forever!
I finally drifted off to sleep somewhere around 1am...only to wake up at about 2am. I waddled to the bathroom, expecting the usual routine. But what followed was not the norm. I started having a "cramping feeling. THinking it was bathroom related, i stayed in there. After about a half hour of the pains becoming excrusiating, and my ending up in a ball on the floor in agony...I began to think this might be it, I was almost hopeful. "please God let this be it...it hurts so bad..this has to be real labor. I tried calling out to Joey, but he didn't hear me. I stayed there dealing with the pains for while, until I could finally get up. I slowly made my way back to bed, I woke Joey up with this, "I've been in the bathroom for over an hour I'm having super bad pains, I think I'm in labor, I'll let you know if we need to leave." ...He went back to sleep. The pains faded away, I was exausted in every way! I was disappointed, I cried. But I didn't think about it too much, my body shut down, and I drifted to sleep...it was about 5am.
We woke up a few hours later and got ready for church...it was sweet sunday. Everyone was surprised to see me. Some even asked why I was there. Granted I was utterly exausted. But where else would I be on such a fine sunday morning. I wasn't in labor...But that all would soon change.
Pretty soon Our little family of three would grow...
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