Wednesday, March 17, 2021
Thursday, February 18, 2021
* This birth story is a little traumatic and so different than my usual peaceful natural births from our previous 8 children.* Read on with caution*
Last Tuesday I went in for an ob appointment and everything looked great into my 3rd trimester. I had passed the glucose test, blood pressures were fine, baby was growing on track and head down already! Over the weekend I was feeling pretty crummy with back, hip, pelvic pain, and Braxton hicks contractions. It was getting painful and uncomfortable to walk up and down the stairs, go grocery shopping, or just going to bed. I hate to complain about pregnancy because I know it is a gift and priviledge so many never get to experience. I didn't think anything of it, and chalked it up to being 8 months pregnant and 36 years old.
On Tuesday evening I got ready for bed about 11:45pm. I fell asleep a little after 12am, but was woken suddenly around 1:30am with a gush of fluid. I went to the bathroom upset knowing I was not at full term expecting to see clear fluid, but when I turned the light on I saw bright red blood and lots of it! It lead to a bloody footprint trail back to the bed like a murder scene. I immediately told Chris my water broke with blood and we needed the hospital asap. My placenta had detached from the uterine wall and myself and baby were in great danger. I put on a skirt over my nightgown, grabbed my phone and charger and headed downstairs for the van. I brought a towel to sit on in the van and Chris started driving. Our security camera has us driving off about 1:45 am.
The 20 minute drive seemed to take forever. I sat perfectly still as I could trying not to release anymore fluids. I called or texted no one and prayed silently in a state of shock and worry. Chris asked if I could feel the baby moving and I honestly couldn't tell and feared we had lost our little guy. Once at the hospital we checked in and told them it was an emergency so we got to skip the covid questions and test. They hooked me up to a fetal monitor and baby's heart rate was very low and dropping. I was just 2 cm dilated and no time to waste to try a vaginal birth. They ran my bed over to the OR, got me put under quickly and got our baby out in time to save his life. Luke was born at 2:43am, weighing in at 4 pounds 5 oz. His first Apgar score was just a 1! Chris got to see him shortly after delivery and made some fb posts to let everyone know to pray for us. I had to wait until that night to finally meet baby Luke.
He is perfect and precious. I am hoping he will not have to stay in the Nicu too long. Chris went back home with the kids and will take off work until I get discharged. Our church is giving us lots of meals and I will spend the next several weeks recovering and pumping milk for baby Luke until he can come home with us.
Saturday, July 11, 2020
Truth be told I am not even "full" white. My maiden name is Flores, my dad is an immigrant from Honduras with brown skin who came to this country with nothing besides the clothes on his back and hope to live in a free country where if you work hard, you can make something of yourself despite any privileges you may not have been born with, like growing up in a home where you are taught to speak the english language. I thank God for the diverse upbringing I had. I learned very quickly that racism, respect of persons, prejudice, or whatever you want to call it does NOT exclude any nationality or skin color.
I don't care if you are a Planned Parenthood supporter who wants to eradicate non whites, a Hispanic who hates all "gringos", or a black person like my neighbor who told my family white people are devils who are only good to be murdered or enslaved when "Yah" comes back; racism is ugly and sinful no matter who is perpetrating it.
I am so thankful for God's word that tells us racism is foolishness, because He hath made all the nations of the earth of one blood, that there is neither Jew nor Greek nor bond nor free, but we are all one in Christ Jesus. His word tells us that God is no respecter of persons, and that God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.
I thank God that my husband as a black man in America has no doors shut to him, that he can go out everyday and work to provide for our family of 10 on 1 income and that God gives the increase. 🥰
God's word is all my family needs to fight racism and it will be a cold day in Hell before I ever support an antichrist group whose mission statement is to dismantle the God ordained family where the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church and seeks to replace it with a "village" where sodomites are exalted, like Black Lives Matter group seeks to do.
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Sunday, October 27, 2019
In 2019 the world is in such a hot mess with gender roles. There are politicians literally trying to approve laws to allow a transgender male to get an abortion if he wanted to????? Just what in the world has happened to people's minds?
I'll tell you what has happened. People have rejected God's word! From the very beginning God created male and female. If you tell people that now, they flip out and call you a bigot for excluding the filthy LGBTQ community. We expect that from the heathen though, and I say let them rage on! But one thing that makes zero sense to me is when Christian women flip out when you say God created 2 different roles for men and women.
It matters not how you feel, no one can convince me otherwise; that men should be the breadwinners and women should be at home, because it is what the Bible says!
I will be the first to admit that I wanted to be a career woman, never get married and have children. I was in college and even aiming to be a military officer. I was cadet Kelly at Virginia Tech for crying out loud! When I got saved and wanted to know the truth of God's word in more areas of my life, I was hungering for truth. When I was shown the verses on women being keepers at home, I honestly didn't fight it. Deep down I hated the idea of leaving my children and husband each day. I just can't for the life of me figure out why women fight this! The stay at home life is the best life! Kissing and snuggling your littles, reading stories, making memories alllll day long, having dinner and fresh baked cookies when your husband gets off work... Sure there are hard days but so worth it.
Tuesday, October 8, 2019
We had our hopes up to move for a few years and things just never seemed to line up. So when we got our tax refund back this year we just stepped out in faith, and booked an Airbnb for a month right outside of Atlanta, Georgia. We really wanted our family to attend a family integrated, soul winning, hard preaching baptist church and Atlanta seemed to be the most promising for our family with Stronghold Baptist Church.
The truck driving job market for local home daily positions was great. The housing prices were not too high. Also the drive home to VA could be done in a day (8.5-10.5hrs.)if needed.
Once in Atlanta Chris started interviewing immediately, had about 5 offers in the first week, and decided on a company with a Kroger contract delivering milk.
The house hunt did not go as smoothly as the job hunt. As a family of 10 you cannot just walk into an apartment complex and sign a lease with so many people. We decided to wait for 30 days of paychecks and get preapproved for a mortgage. Long story short we had to Airbnb for 4 months, and cancel a flipped home nightmare we were under contract with before closing on our new home!
We love the church, the Atlanta area and are so greatful for our new home.