Our little one was born March 22 via emergency c-section. Thurs night right before church, I told Marc something wasn’t right. I hadn’t felt the baby move hardly at all that day and I’d been having contractions (I had no idea I was in labor, I just thought it was Braxton hicks) for 2 days solid. Marc called Dra Sanchez and she said come in NOW so we did. Thankfully, Bro Jose was able to take care of service. When we got to the clinic, of course the babe starts kicking and moving like normal, but my blood pressure was really high. I’d had perfect blood pressure all pregnancy long and I couldn’t figure out why for the past 3 days my feet were swelling. It was the craziest sensation of wanting to bend my toes but I couldn’t or my shoes all of a sudden being too tight. This being my only pregnancy, I had no idea that it wasn’t normal “healthy” I just said, it’s pregnancy. Well, I knew something was wrong when my dear sweet calm Doctora took my blood pressure and yanked it off my arm stuck it on the other arm took it on the other arm a few times then started tapping my knees and they weren’t responding. At one point I felt bad for her and wanted to make my leg jump for her but I refrained. So we went to the ultrasound room and she got really quite. She kept clicking pictures taking measurements looking back at the last weeks measurements, finally she told us, our baby had stopped growing. So back to her office we went. She informed Marc she wanted to hospitalize me and take the baby the next day. I begged her to please let me go home and come back the next morning. She was so kind but I was crazy looking back for doing so. I had preeclampsia and so should have been under her care that night. So the next morning we went back to the clinic, my blood pressure was still high, knees still not working with her – I was going in that day. So off I go to the Lab for my blood drawn. I had to make them use the butterfly needle, that was my first argument that day. I should have known something was up then. The nurses in the clinic were awesome. I loved everyone of them. They treated me with the utmost care and I felt love there. As I was on my way being wheeled into the surgery room, the head nurse stopped everyone and they prayed for me, the drs, the baby – I felt the presence of the Lord give me peace as they prayed. So I get into the surgery room and the anest is waiting on me. He spoke English and explained everything that he was going to do and as he was doing it. Then we got into a rather loud unpleasant conversation. He informed me he was going to have to give me another IV. Umm no you are not. He didnt give up until i was YELLING at him (mt blood pressure was soaring by now i know!) i was yelling at marc to come in there right now but he couldnt because he was changing into scrubbs. Finally my precious dra came in there. They got it when I told Marc, I’ll get up off this table and go home they are NOT giving me nother needle. The anest leaned down and said okay I’ll not give you another IV unless we encounter an emergency. Looking back I’m laughing because, I was about to get off that table and go home. I’d had enough! I was in labor 3 contractions every 5 minutes with no progressing, just totally not feeling good. After we came to our agreement, He scrubbed my back with something that felt like hard plastic cleaning it. It was weird then he started injecting my back with pain killer. I started crying. It HURT. Then he starts with the epidural. It was horrible. I screamed and sobbed. PAIN you talk about pain. So then he said it’s not dead enough and injects more pain killer in me. I felt the needle Go all the way in my spine. That was the most dreadful experience I’ve ever had. My back STILL hurts 6 weeks layer. Then the Dra does the surgery and I hear the babe cry. He sounded like a weak little lamb. He still sounds that way unless he is just mad. I wanted to touch him but couldn’t when the ped Dra brought him over to me. They tie your wrist down to the table. They give you something so that you are present but out of it at the same time. I knew he was mine but didn’t feel any emotional attachment at that moment. Marc was near tears with joy and excitement. He was in love not letting that baby out of his sight. By the time they get me back to my room and settled, they already had my baby in the vent. The baby Dra was convinced he was dying with pneumonia and sepsis along with underdeveloped lungs. I didn’t see him until the middle of the second day. I still knew he was mine but it didn’t feel real. I didn’t get to touch him until the 3rd day. I didn’t get to hold him until the 6th day. They had him hooked up to oxygen, feeding tube, IV … He had so many bruises by the second day, it was hard for me to go see him. Marc was in there a lot. I couldn’t. By the third day I was livid. All the test were coming back neg but still she wouldn’t let me hold him. God was really with us in those days. It was hard. I dint know how parents do it with their babies in the hospital for months on end. I went home the third night and didn’t sleep at all so I stayed up there the rest of the nights. At one point he turned blue and purple because they took the oxygen off of him too fast. Talk about scared. I was spazzing and Marc was praying. The nurses were shaking and the Drs. came running into the room. But thank you, Jesus, they caught it before we lost him. When we finally got to bring him home, I cried carrying him out of the clinic. God was so good to us. After all the test came back, he only had underdeveloped lungs. He didn’t have pneumonia or sepsis to which we are so thankful for. By the time we left, he had been on 6 different antibiotics and who knows what else they gave him. The Dra wouldn’t talk to me. She would only talk to mac because I questioned everything. I wish I would have demanded more though now. I have a lot of if I could only do it over again regrets but God knows. Marc witnessed to every Dr, nurse, cook, cleaning lady everyone in that clinic heard of the miracle working power of the Lord and of the Holy Ghost. He shared with everyone how God had healed him of epilepsy, how I was healed and what a miracle that our baby was conceived. Different miracles that have happened in the church. The baby’s dr asked Marc to pray for her baby because he had reflux and after seeing Samuel, she believed in miracles. He brought her a prayer cloth and that opened up the door to acts 2:38. She was weeping as she heard the saving message. He has now been home for 5 weeks. I still wonder everyday that I see him wow what a miracle. One day I’ll post how God spoke to me last year and promised me a miracle. He is sleeping now beside me. God cannot and will not lie.
I thought I would post some pictures of life lately.
This was the house a week ago – WOW is it so different now.
This spot is where our vegetable garden is going to be.
In this corner is where the barn will be built.
Standing on the foundation of our house looking toward Mom and Dad Schreckhise’s house.
Seth was in the back of the truck working hard throwing the guys the boards and steel so they could stack it all.
Always having a good time!
Benjamin the ever faithful dog.
I’m starting a new quilt out of scrap material. It’s going to be lovely!
Daniella is learning how to sew.
Mowing the grass the Honduran way! Okay well, maybe not the country way as in cutting it with a machete or letting goats or other livestock eat it. Maybe I should call this the modern Honduran way!
Sister Lesly is due in 2 weeks and Sister Danya is due in 4 months. They are Sisters in law. I am so excited about these babies! Christmas time is going to be wonderful!
Yesterday, I received the sweetest e-mail and picture from my Sister in love, Heidi. It brought tears to my eyes. I wanted to put the e-mail and picture here to share with you but to also keep it as a record. Thank you Nathaniel for praying for me. Sunday I really needed the encouragement and God used you to pray for us.
During sunday school Sunday, I asked the kids if they had a prayer request. I would toss a blow up globe to each child and they would say their request. When Nathaniel caught it his request was “Aunt Lori”. I told the kids that you all were in Honduras and I showed them on the globe. I had them lay their hands on mine as we covered Honduras with prayer. I remember thinking “I wish I had a picture of this” Heath took a picture (without me knowing) Although you can’t see our hands you can see our prayer meeting.
Thank you Heidi and Heath for the E-mail and Picture.
The window company finally came and installed the windows in the church. They looks great!
Marc took Seth to go see the Pulhapanzak waterfalls. On the way they stopped and ate lunch at the lake. Seth seemed to enjoy his fish
And here are some pictures of Honduras through his eyes. I thought you might enjoy them.
I hope you all have a great week. I will be back soon again when I get more pictures of how the houses are coming along. This isn’t a very wordy post because the computer keeps freezing up on me.
Hello Everyone. I’m sorry it’s been awhile since I last posted. I’ll update you on what’s happening around here and show lots of pictures.
First, A few weeks back our alvacado tree gave us a lot of fruit. Daniella climbed the tree and helped us gather the harvest of alvacados.
Jeraldo showing off an alvacado
Brother Seth has been working so hard. We have been so happy to have him down here with us. He’s always so much fun and works very hard helping wherever he can.
Did I mention he’s a hard worker? He is! And a willing one too! He’s very quickly learned when to develop a “burden” to do something. HA! That’s a joke around here. When something needs doing around the house, either Seth or Marc develops a “burden” to do it after I suggest it needs to be done.
He’s enjoyed using the chainsaw Brother Neris gave us. It’s been put to good use!
Dad Schreckhise had fun using it too!
Standing on the ground of our future home. I’ll post more pictures when I get to go see what’s been going on up there! They are laying block for the foundation right now. Ohhhh I’m SO excited. It’ll be just a small one room (okay two counting the bathroom🙂 cabin at first but with time we can add on as we need. And it’ll be OURS. My very own home of my own.
Dad Schreckhise has been teaching on Thursday nights on the armor of God. Our people have been really enjoying it.
The people really enjoyed the flannel graph he used.
And when we get to heaven! Speaking of heaven…..
Another lady received the precious gift of the Holy Ghost! We are so excited!
We fixed up the “church bus”. We are so thankful for this vehicle. God is so good to give us what we need.
Last Sunday, I gave all the girls in the church bags of clothing. Mom Schreckhise went with me last week and picked out dresses, skirts, and blouses for the little girls. I had so much fun shopping for them. Here’s a picture of 2 of the girls
I YOU bought for. Thank you for your sacrificial giving because of it, I can do things like this!
These two girls come faithfully every service. They walk to church on their own. We are believing God for the salvation of this family. The little girl, Gabriella, brought her grandfather to church last Thursday night.
Piles of the clothing. It was great fun choosing clothing I knew the girls would have never otherwise been able to have. The lady I buy from owns several used American clothing stores. She told me if I would come on Tuesday (last week) she would open up a new bundle of dresses and skirts and let me be the first to go through them. It was AMAZING. Skirts and dresses are so difficult to find here because they are bought up so fast. She gave me a lot of clothing for the children. Her name is Daisy and every time I go in to buy clothing for the children, she always sends me out with a bundle to give away. I believe because of this, she is casting her bread upon the waters and it will return back to her for blessing Gods (little) people.
The Lord blessed me with chairs for my table. Marc had the carpenter to make chairs out of rosewood to match the table he made me for valentine’s day. They are HEAVY solid wood. I am very thankful to have a table complete with chairs. It’s the first time in my life I’ve had my very own table and chairs. They are beautiful and should last my grandchildren. When God blesses, He goes out all the way doesn’t He? We serve a really good God.You really can’t out give God. The more you give to Him, the more He pours out the heavens upon you.
Have a wonderful week. I’ll be back with more pictures later on this week.
We are very happy to have Dad and Mom Schreckhise down with us. Dad is teaching on Thursday nights on the armor of the spirit. The people are enjoying it. He is using flannel graph and they really like the visual. I missed the children terribly!
Jeraldo praying, seeking for the Holy Ghost for the first time. It was beautiful. I had tears streaming down my face watching him pray.
Sister Eugina and her family invited us over to eat mondongo, which just happens to be my favorite soup ever. It was Seths first time to ever eat cow stomach. I was craving the soup and wanting it for about a week and then on Sunday they invited us over for dinner on Monday night. It was so yummy!
I believe they call this tripe in America. Whatever it is – it’s great! I had it for lunch yesterday and I’m going to enjoy it again today for lunch!
Sister Eugina, the best cook in Honduras!
Dad and Mom Schreckhise and Seth enjoying their soup.
Seth said the flavor and the banana’s and vegetables in it was amazing but when he ate the meat it felt like he was eating someone’s tongue. I thought that was so funny.