SIDS

Today's post is not really a happy one, but it's what's on my mind. These past few weeks I have heard of 3 babies being lost to SIDS, and one more a few months ago. One of the mom's put it this way: "I think it is a merciful way for Heavenly Father to take these sweet babies home. SIDS babies don't struggle or suffer, they just stop breathing." It is hard for me to feel that way, and I have not even been through that situation. They are doing more and more research on SIDS and it seems there are some genetic factors that weigh in, also environmental factors (for instance, exposure to second hand smoke) and also recent studies have shown that the part of the brain that produces serotonin is underdeveloped in babies and that could contribute. For now, I guess I will just pray that research continues and that they find a way to totally prevent SIDS. And right now I am going to go check on my two beautiful babies who are taking a nice long morning nap, kiss them on the forehead and pray that God protects them in all the ways I am not able to.

...and he's gone....

A friend of mine once explained it as there is "real time" and there is "deployment time." And I have to say I agree. In "real time" days pass by one after another, but when you are on "deployment time" you make every day, every minute and every second count. You find yourself laying in bed thinking "two more nights and I will be alone in this bed." Well, despite trying to stretch every second....the deployment came. And he's gone. I am now finding myself in the position of trying to be a mom and a dad for two babies. It's kind of like my first solo flight. The tower is spouting out instructions faster than you can comprehend, you are trying to descend at a steady rate, while keeping you airspeed constant, while not letting the wind blow you off course, while trying to say the proper things back to the tower, and all the time in your mind you are just desperately praying that you somehow make it through alive!!! And then you land (aka: the twins go down for their naps), but then you have to take off and do it all over again. Except instead of a few hours, I will be doing this for a year!! Thank goodness for mommy's that insist on coming to help you. :)

Well, enough about me....more about my poor husband. He called me Wednesday night from Maine, our last words while in the same country, and said all was going well so far and he was about to board a plane for the long trip overseas. Then today, I got an email from him saying that he had made it to Kuwait!!! WOOHOO!!! Unfortunately for him it was a warm 130 degrees. Perfect for a walk in the park eh? I have not tested it out yet, but I am 99% sure my body would shut down and refuse to function at that temperature. When I visited Death Valley, CA it was 118 degrees and I thought I might cease to exist.....and I was wearing shorts, a tank top and flip flops....which last I checked is much cooler than all out, full blown battle rattle. Really I am not sure why terrorist are so bent on keeping that place, if I was going to fight I would want to be fighting for some beautiful island in the Caribbean....that's just me though. Don't knock it till you have tried it, or something like that.

OK, well the twins are sleeping so I should go try and get a few things on the never ending to do list done. Please be praying for my soldier boy and all the other troops overseas!!