Behold I say unto you, that by
small and simple
things are great things brought to pass.
-Alma 37:6
Dearest Friends,
It is with great joy that I tell you I
am an Aunt for the third time,
(third times a charm, right?);
but it is with pain that I tell you it was
sooner than expected... but what can I say,
Baby Landon is a blessing and this will
sure be a journey that we will all wish
to be documented.
While the world may spin a little slower today
than it did 7 days ago it is humbling to say that my
Sister is now a "Mother".
Hours after her very first Mother's Day,
Landon decided it was his turn to be celebrated...
so as we worried and waited for the beautiful
little baby at only 27 weeks gestation
our hearts grew a little bigger as our
own problems grew a little smaller.
Like any day, I worked "long hours",
eight of them to be exact, and as
I was rounding the corner from
Northwest Highway to Preston
freshly out of the intersection traffic
that is bound to ruin your day I had
finally hit that 15 minute stretch home.
As I traveled down Preston I received the
phone call
that seemed like
a large case of the
Monday's,
but turned out to something a
little more serious.
Without even thinking I took my
first right turn,
and then another putting me back on
Northwest Highway rerouting me to an
immediate left putting me on Dallas North Toll Road,
if you know me, you know I hate being on a highway,
driving fast or cutting people off without waving,
I am pretty sure that I MASTERED all of those while driving
to St. Paul Hospital,
another one of the things I would rather live with out,
but I had made it, I was there, now- we waited.
The hospital felt as though it was 85 degrees,
the smell of hand sanitizer and the fact
that all of us were so worried didn't
make it any easier to cool down.
With children running around and everyone's
phone dying due to the rapid texting
of occurring events, any of us could hardly sit still.
So we went from the Emergency Room,
to the "Blue Elevators",
Labor and Delivery, to the "Blue Elevators",
back to the Emergency Room, to the "Blue Elevators"
and back to waiting room of Labor and Delivery,
the then soon-to-be "Mom" was finally in a room,
Room 7: (7 being David Murphy's number).
(God was amplifying his Love for the family and the
Texas Rangers, especially since they ended up
with a win, in over time!)
Heather had pre-eclampsia:
a medical condition characterized by high blood pressure
and significant amounts of protein in the urine
of a pregnant woman.
In which case she would have to undergo
an emergency C-Section to not only lower
her blood pressure but to give the baby a chance to survive.
With a cry, Landon Tyler (after Tim's best friend) Farmer
slid in to home on May 14th (7 two times...)
at 10:46 pm weighing 1 lb. 7 oz.
(I am not one for superstitions but this number 7 sure has been coming around a lot).
The following hours and days were filled with flowers,
food, prayers and constant company
for the new parents, Heather and Tim Farmer.
Though, in most cases this should be the happiest
time of your life and you would be
joyed at the sight of the in-comers,
but for them it was filled with constant
worry and hundreds of questions
that only needed answering. Heather was slowly
becoming more stable and her
spirits were great, while baby Landon
was doing his best to get his blood pressure up!
(He showing as much love for his beautiful
Mommy as possible, to get his heart working
a little harder, but give him a break he's a light weight!)
They have also put him on a Oscillating Ventilator
to help him take 12 breaths a second,
(try doing that without hyperventilating!),
and it's a little more gentle with his lungs exchanging
oxygen for carbon dioxide.
A little later I was back to work, but was given a
call from my mother and the new mommy,
updating me on Heather's platelet count, and how she
visited the sweetest boy for the first time.
But while the conversation was taking place the
hospital room phone rang, and the nurses had informed
Heather that Lanny- was "twitching" which with his size,
the decided it could have been a seizure,
he was then given a
blood transfusion
and some anti-seizing medication.
His night got better, as well as the following days his
blood pressure was good and he was taken off
phototherapy allowing everyone to breathe a little easier,
(He couldn't help but brag that his breaths
were much quicker). But he didn't give
us to long to relax because not soon after everyone took
a load off, the doctor's had informed us that he had
patent ductus arteriosis, meaning the blood flow in
the heart wasn't going where it needed to go. There is a
medication they normally would provide but it' wasn't an
option for him givin the steroids they
had him on. The only other option
being surgery, since the vaulve didn't close on it's own.
The surgery itself went well leaving Lanny-
active keeping daddy preoccupied with photo ops.
(since I guess Landon felt dad had been feeling
a little helpless lately due to all of the
attention being directed towards him and mom!)
and is being weaned from his
blood pressure medication (hey, he is Farmer-hearted.
He can handle it!), he has gained about
two ounces since his birth, which is mostly
water and makes his hands and feet all puffy.
The doctors say he'll start losing weight soon,
and that's normal.
_________________
So although your prayers have produced miracles,
he is still many miracles away from
crossing the finish line. And I hope that
you'll keep his beautiful mommy in your
prayers as well. She has sacrificed so
much so that he can be a part of his new family!
Sincerely, Shelbi.
small and simple
things are great things brought to pass.
-Alma 37:6
am an Aunt for the third time,
(third times a charm, right?);
but it is with pain that I tell you it was
sooner than expected... but what can I say,
Baby Landon is a blessing and this will
sure be a journey that we will all wish
to be documented.
than it did 7 days ago it is humbling to say that my
Sister is now a "Mother".
Landon decided it was his turn to be celebrated...
so as we worried and waited for the beautiful
little baby at only 27 weeks gestation
our hearts grew a little bigger as our
own problems grew a little smaller.
eight of them to be exact, and as
I was rounding the corner from
Northwest Highway to Preston
freshly out of the intersection traffic
that is bound to ruin your day I had
finally hit that 15 minute stretch home.
As I traveled down Preston I received the
phone call
that seemed like
a large case of the
Monday's,
but turned out to something a
little more serious.
Without even thinking I took my
and then another putting me back on
Northwest Highway rerouting me to an
immediate left putting me on Dallas North Toll Road,
if you know me, you know I hate being on a highway,
driving fast or cutting people off without waving,
I am pretty sure that I MASTERED all of those while driving
to St. Paul Hospital,
another one of the things I would rather live with out,
but I had made it, I was there, now- we waited.
the smell of hand sanitizer and the fact
that all of us were so worried didn't
make it any easier to cool down.
With children running around and everyone's
phone dying due to the rapid texting
of occurring events, any of us could hardly sit still.
So we went from the Emergency Room,
to the "Blue Elevators",
Labor and Delivery, to the "Blue Elevators",
back to the Emergency Room, to the "Blue Elevators"
and back to waiting room of Labor and Delivery,
the then soon-to-be "Mom" was finally in a room,
Room 7: (7 being David Murphy's number).
(God was amplifying his Love for the family and the
Texas Rangers, especially since they ended up
with a win, in over time!)
Heather had pre-eclampsia:
a medical condition characterized by high blood pressure
and significant amounts of protein in the urine
of a pregnant woman.
In which case she would have to undergo
an emergency C-Section to not only lower
her blood pressure but to give the baby a chance to survive.
slid in to home on May 14th (7 two times...)
at 10:46 pm weighing 1 lb. 7 oz.
(I am not one for superstitions but this number 7 sure has been coming around a lot).
The following hours and days were filled with flowers,
food, prayers and constant company
for the new parents, Heather and Tim Farmer.
Though, in most cases this should be the happiest
time of your life and you would be
joyed at the sight of the in-comers,
but for them it was filled with constant
worry and hundreds of questions
that only needed answering. Heather was slowly
becoming more stable and her
spirits were great, while baby Landon
was doing his best to get his blood pressure up!
(He showing as much love for his beautiful
Mommy as possible, to get his heart working
a little harder, but give him a break he's a light weight!)
They have also put him on a Oscillating Ventilator
to help him take 12 breaths a second,
(try doing that without hyperventilating!),
and it's a little more gentle with his lungs exchanging
oxygen for carbon dioxide.
A little later I was back to work, but was given a
call from my mother and the new mommy,
updating me on Heather's platelet count, and how she
visited the sweetest boy for the first time.
But while the conversation was taking place the
hospital room phone rang, and the nurses had informed
Heather that Lanny- was "twitching" which with his size,
the decided it could have been a seizure,
he was then given a
blood transfusion
and some anti-seizing medication.
His night got better, as well as the following days his
blood pressure was good and he was taken off
phototherapy allowing everyone to breathe a little easier,
(He couldn't help but brag that his breaths
were much quicker). But he didn't give
us to long to relax because not soon after everyone took
a load off, the doctor's had informed us that he had
patent ductus arteriosis, meaning the blood flow in
the heart wasn't going where it needed to go. There is a
medication they normally would provide but it' wasn't an
option for him givin the steroids they
had him on. The only other option
being surgery, since the vaulve didn't close on it's own.
The surgery itself went well leaving Lanny-
active keeping daddy preoccupied with photo ops.
(since I guess Landon felt dad had been feeling
a little helpless lately due to all of the
attention being directed towards him and mom!)
and is being weaned from his
blood pressure medication (hey, he is Farmer-hearted.
He can handle it!), he has gained about
two ounces since his birth, which is mostly
water and makes his hands and feet all puffy.
The doctors say he'll start losing weight soon,
and that's normal.
_________________
So although your prayers have produced miracles,
he is still many miracles away from
crossing the finish line. And I hope that
you'll keep his beautiful mommy in your
prayers as well. She has sacrificed so
much so that he can be a part of his new family!
Sincerely, Shelbi.
27 Weeks and a lucky number 7...
May 21, 2013
Behold I say unto you, that by
small and simple
things are great things brought to pass.
-Alma 37:6
Dearest Friends,
It is with great joy that I tell you I
am an Aunt for the third time,
(third times a charm, right?);
but it is with pain that I tell you it was
sooner than expected... but what can I say,
Baby Landon is a blessing and this will
sure be a journey that we will all wish
to be documented.
While the world may spin a little slower today
than it did 7 days ago it is humbling to say that my
Sister is now a "Mother".
Hours after her very first Mother's Day,
Landon decided it was his turn to be celebrated...
so as we worried and waited for the beautiful
little baby at only 27 weeks gestation
our hearts grew a little bigger as our
own problems grew a little smaller.
Like any day, I worked "long hours",
eight of them to be exact, and as
I was rounding the corner from
Northwest Highway to Preston
freshly out of the intersection traffic
that is bound to ruin your day I had
finally hit that 15 minute stretch home.
As I traveled down Preston I received the
phone call
that seemed like
a large case of the
Monday's,
but turned out to something a
little more serious.
Without even thinking I took my
first right turn,
and then another putting me back on
Northwest Highway rerouting me to an
immediate left putting me on Dallas North Toll Road,
if you know me, you know I hate being on a highway,
driving fast or cutting people off without waving,
I am pretty sure that I MASTERED all of those while driving
to St. Paul Hospital,
another one of the things I would rather live with out,
but I had made it, I was there, now- we waited.
The hospital felt as though it was 85 degrees,
the smell of hand sanitizer and the fact
that all of us were so worried didn't
make it any easier to cool down.
With children running around and everyone's
phone dying due to the rapid texting
of occurring events, any of us could hardly sit still.
So we went from the Emergency Room,
to the "Blue Elevators",
Labor and Delivery, to the "Blue Elevators",
back to the Emergency Room, to the "Blue Elevators"
and back to waiting room of Labor and Delivery,
the then soon-to-be "Mom" was finally in a room,
Room 7: (7 being David Murphy's number).
(God was amplifying his Love for the family and the
Texas Rangers, especially since they ended up
with a win, in over time!)
Heather had pre-eclampsia:
a medical condition characterized by high blood pressure
and significant amounts of protein in the urine
of a pregnant woman.
In which case she would have to undergo
an emergency C-Section to not only lower
her blood pressure but to give the baby a chance to survive.
With a cry, Landon Tyler (after Tim's best friend) Farmer
slid in to home on May 14th (7 two times...)
at 10:46 pm weighing 1 lb. 7 oz.
(I am not one for superstitions but this number 7 sure has been coming around a lot).
The following hours and days were filled with flowers,
food, prayers and constant company
for the new parents, Heather and Tim Farmer.
Though, in most cases this should be the happiest
time of your life and you would be
joyed at the sight of the in-comers,
but for them it was filled with constant
worry and hundreds of questions
that only needed answering. Heather was slowly
becoming more stable and her
spirits were great, while baby Landon
was doing his best to get his blood pressure up!
(He showing as much love for his beautiful
Mommy as possible, to get his heart working
a little harder, but give him a break he's a light weight!)
They have also put him on a Oscillating Ventilator
to help him take 12 breaths a second,
(try doing that without hyperventilating!),
and it's a little more gentle with his lungs exchanging
oxygen for carbon dioxide.
A little later I was back to work, but was given a
call from my mother and the new mommy,
updating me on Heather's platelet count, and how she
visited the sweetest boy for the first time.
But while the conversation was taking place the
hospital room phone rang, and the nurses had informed
Heather that Lanny- was "twitching" which with his size,
the decided it could have been a seizure,
he was then given a
blood transfusion
and some anti-seizing medication.
His night got better, as well as the following days his
blood pressure was good and he was taken off
phototherapy allowing everyone to breathe a little easier,
(He couldn't help but brag that his breaths
were much quicker). But he didn't give
us to long to relax because not soon after everyone took
a load off, the doctor's had informed us that he had
patent ductus arteriosis, meaning the blood flow in
the heart wasn't going where it needed to go. There is a
medication they normally would provide but it' wasn't an
option for him givin the steroids they
had him on. The only other option
being surgery, since the vaulve didn't close on it's own.
The surgery itself went well leaving Lanny-
active keeping daddy preoccupied with photo ops.
(since I guess Landon felt dad had been feeling
a little helpless lately due to all of the
attention being directed towards him and mom!)
and is being weaned from his
blood pressure medication (hey, he is Farmer-hearted.
He can handle it!), he has gained about
two ounces since his birth, which is mostly
water and makes his hands and feet all puffy.
The doctors say he'll start losing weight soon,
and that's normal.
_________________
So although your prayers have produced miracles,
he is still many miracles away from
crossing the finish line. And I hope that
you'll keep his beautiful mommy in your
prayers as well. She has sacrificed so
much so that he can be a part of his new family!
Sincerely, Shelbi.
small and simple
things are great things brought to pass.
-Alma 37:6
am an Aunt for the third time,
(third times a charm, right?);
but it is with pain that I tell you it was
sooner than expected... but what can I say,
Baby Landon is a blessing and this will
sure be a journey that we will all wish
to be documented.
than it did 7 days ago it is humbling to say that my
Sister is now a "Mother".
Landon decided it was his turn to be celebrated...
so as we worried and waited for the beautiful
little baby at only 27 weeks gestation
our hearts grew a little bigger as our
own problems grew a little smaller.
eight of them to be exact, and as
I was rounding the corner from
Northwest Highway to Preston
freshly out of the intersection traffic
that is bound to ruin your day I had
finally hit that 15 minute stretch home.
As I traveled down Preston I received the
phone call
that seemed like
a large case of the
Monday's,
but turned out to something a
little more serious.
Without even thinking I took my
and then another putting me back on
Northwest Highway rerouting me to an
immediate left putting me on Dallas North Toll Road,
if you know me, you know I hate being on a highway,
driving fast or cutting people off without waving,
I am pretty sure that I MASTERED all of those while driving
to St. Paul Hospital,
another one of the things I would rather live with out,
but I had made it, I was there, now- we waited.
the smell of hand sanitizer and the fact
that all of us were so worried didn't
make it any easier to cool down.
With children running around and everyone's
phone dying due to the rapid texting
of occurring events, any of us could hardly sit still.
So we went from the Emergency Room,
to the "Blue Elevators",
Labor and Delivery, to the "Blue Elevators",
back to the Emergency Room, to the "Blue Elevators"
and back to waiting room of Labor and Delivery,
the then soon-to-be "Mom" was finally in a room,
Room 7: (7 being David Murphy's number).
(God was amplifying his Love for the family and the
Texas Rangers, especially since they ended up
with a win, in over time!)
Heather had pre-eclampsia:
a medical condition characterized by high blood pressure
and significant amounts of protein in the urine
of a pregnant woman.
In which case she would have to undergo
an emergency C-Section to not only lower
her blood pressure but to give the baby a chance to survive.
slid in to home on May 14th (7 two times...)
at 10:46 pm weighing 1 lb. 7 oz.
(I am not one for superstitions but this number 7 sure has been coming around a lot).
The following hours and days were filled with flowers,
food, prayers and constant company
for the new parents, Heather and Tim Farmer.
Though, in most cases this should be the happiest
time of your life and you would be
joyed at the sight of the in-comers,
but for them it was filled with constant
worry and hundreds of questions
that only needed answering. Heather was slowly
becoming more stable and her
spirits were great, while baby Landon
was doing his best to get his blood pressure up!
(He showing as much love for his beautiful
Mommy as possible, to get his heart working
a little harder, but give him a break he's a light weight!)
They have also put him on a Oscillating Ventilator
to help him take 12 breaths a second,
(try doing that without hyperventilating!),
and it's a little more gentle with his lungs exchanging
oxygen for carbon dioxide.
A little later I was back to work, but was given a
call from my mother and the new mommy,
updating me on Heather's platelet count, and how she
visited the sweetest boy for the first time.
But while the conversation was taking place the
hospital room phone rang, and the nurses had informed
Heather that Lanny- was "twitching" which with his size,
the decided it could have been a seizure,
he was then given a
blood transfusion
and some anti-seizing medication.
His night got better, as well as the following days his
blood pressure was good and he was taken off
phototherapy allowing everyone to breathe a little easier,
(He couldn't help but brag that his breaths
were much quicker). But he didn't give
us to long to relax because not soon after everyone took
a load off, the doctor's had informed us that he had
patent ductus arteriosis, meaning the blood flow in
the heart wasn't going where it needed to go. There is a
medication they normally would provide but it' wasn't an
option for him givin the steroids they
had him on. The only other option
being surgery, since the vaulve didn't close on it's own.
The surgery itself went well leaving Lanny-
active keeping daddy preoccupied with photo ops.
(since I guess Landon felt dad had been feeling
a little helpless lately due to all of the
attention being directed towards him and mom!)
and is being weaned from his
blood pressure medication (hey, he is Farmer-hearted.
He can handle it!), he has gained about
two ounces since his birth, which is mostly
water and makes his hands and feet all puffy.
The doctors say he'll start losing weight soon,
and that's normal.
_________________
So although your prayers have produced miracles,
he is still many miracles away from
crossing the finish line. And I hope that
you'll keep his beautiful mommy in your
prayers as well. She has sacrificed so
much so that he can be a part of his new family!
Sincerely, Shelbi.
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