<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630</id><updated>2012-02-11T19:41:03.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One hundred and thirteen days of Praise</title><subtitle type='html'>In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by various trials, that the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ.
                         1Peter 1:6-7</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-7948199370910495975</id><published>2012-02-07T09:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:59:25.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Monday</title><content type='html'>SO, last Monday went really well! I’m sure many of you know all this by now, especially if you’re on facebook. We got there at 2pm and actually got to back into the O.R. a little early, that’s always a good thing! By 4:00 the doctor was done and came to talk to us (we weren’t even scheduled to start until 4:15). The first thing he said was “I like Mexico. Mexico was good for Levi.” Things looked so much better, good enough to start ‘capping’ the trache and downsizing from a size 4.0 to a 2.5! We started out with a 2.5 when he was two pounds!  We ended up staying overnight to make sure that Levi could breathe with his trache capped(it’s literally a little cap that goes over the opening of the trache tube so that it’s not being used but still available in case he needs it). Unfortunately Levi took a really long time to wake up and even longer to settle down. He. Was. Furious. I think that the latter in the day the procedure is, the worse he does waking up. He’s gone all day with no food, no nap and it’s just not a pretty picture. We needed him calm before he could have the cap. They moved us upstairs to a room and by this time it was after 6. I started asking for the cap a little after that and no one knew what I was talking about :S That was frustrating! Finally they realized that that was the whole point of us staying over night, it was so that they could monitor his breathing while capped… at around 10:30 pm they realized that they could get a cap because they were locked away at the clinic. They ended up using a passy murry valve instead (it goes in the opening of the trache and lets you breathe in but closes so that you breathe out through your mouth or nose, it’s used to speak). Levi didn’t get much sleep and I didn’t get any at all, but we had to stay all day the next day to make sure that he was okay with the cap. He did great and has been using it ever since! He loves it, to say the least… he is talking non-stop and is constantly making sound effects for everything he does, it’s pretty amazing! Several people of commented on how much clearer he sounds and how easy it is to understand him. The funny thing is that I don’t notice that as much. But he definitely is louder! When we finally made it home after being at the hospital so long, Levi grabbed Jesse’s face and said “Jesse… Shut up…” We have NEVER told them to shut up before! Now, those of you who know Jesse, know just how much he talks… really it is non-stop and Levi believes it’s his turn now! They got a CD for Christmas from an aunt and uncle and he is singing the songs at the top of his lungs, it’s amazing… &lt;br /&gt;We will be going back to Vanderbilt in three weeks. The Doctor will check his airway again, if things still look good the trache will come out… Wow… I can’t believe this is happening! Thank you Lord for bringing us this far, and thank you all for your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-7948199370910495975?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/7948199370910495975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=7948199370910495975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7948199370910495975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7948199370910495975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2012/02/last-monday.html' title='Last Monday'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-3770848309914396391</id><published>2012-01-31T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T13:46:19.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We’re back! And I realize I was supposed to update while in Mexico… but who was I kidding? There’s no time to sit at the computer while in Mexico! The time there just goes by way to fast and at the same time it felt like we were there for forever… it was pretty awesome. We got to see most of our relatives and a lot of friends. I finally got to meet my best friends little girl… we celebrated my grandparents 60th wedding anniversary, that was pretty amazing. We had 15 of their great-grandchildren there, only three were missing… two on the way (like this month!) Most of my cousins were there (I think there’s like 30 of us). It was so encouraging to re-hear my grandparent’s story, how God brought them out of where they lived, the place where my grandpa’s mom had been born and buried and that was his intention too… God did some miraculous things to bring them to Alamos, my hometown. Anyway, it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;The boys were very busy getting very dirty, playing with their cousins Aaliyah and Obed every chance they got! We made cheese at grandma’s house; they loved spending time with their sister Josie and all the other girls there. We had fun at the communities although we didn’t go that often. There where tons of relatives staying at the ranch the first two weeks, that was fun and chaotic! Lot’s and lot’s of celebrations for sure. On our way back, we stayed at in San Carlos (beach town) for three nights. That was incredible! It was my sister’s, sister in law, brother and niece and nephew. The water was too cold to get in, so it was perfect because that way Levi didn’t feel left out. They played in the sand for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;Being there was such a blessing, yet bitter sweet. Leaving was also bitter sweet… it’s hard to visit the place that I love and miss so much, there isn’t enough time to do everything and just catching up with people makes me sad… I miss being a part of their everyday lives. Also, it was more noticeable this year how American the boys really are… they missed their home a lot and there are just so many things about Mexico that they just don’t get… the language for one! &lt;br /&gt;The minute we were back in the US I realized that I hadn’t thought about Levi’s next scope and that is something that is happening tomorrow at 4:15! I have such mixed feeling about… it could be really, really good, or really bad… I’m pretty sure that the waiting time is over. We will know if Levi is going to need another major surgery or not (makes me nauseous just thinking about it) or if we can go ahead and start working on getting his trach out (that is like a dream!)&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was watching decannulation videos on youtube (when kids get their trach out) and it really feels like a dream that is was too good to come true… we are hoping and praying for that!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your continued prayers, we love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-3770848309914396391?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/3770848309914396391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=3770848309914396391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/3770848309914396391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/3770848309914396391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2012/01/were-back-and-i-realize-i-was-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-8951145215376047076</id><published>2011-12-07T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T07:32:41.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the first time in quite a while that I’m actually excited to write an update! Monday’s procedure went very well. We got there at 9am but unfortunately didn’t get started until 12! One of the Doctors has called to the ER so we waited for him. Levi, thankfully was very patient and entertained. &lt;br /&gt;Dr. Acra, the gastro-intestinal Doctor was there with Dr. Wootten(ENT). Dr. Acra hadn’t seen Levi since April, when he said that we could go ahead and do the trache surgery. Anyway, he said that to the naked eye, Levi’s esophagus looked good. We will have the biopsy results next week to confirm. After that Dr. Wootten came out and said that things looked a little better but he wasn’t too sure yet how much better- he paused and said “why am I down playing this? It looked way better and I am very encouraged!” Of course things can change, but for now we are celebrating! Plus, he said we could take a two month brake and then check, if things still look really good then maybe we will start talking about getting the trache out… We need a two month brake! &lt;br /&gt;So it was great! Things looked better and we get to go to Mexico for 6 weeks! Unfortunately Brian can’t be there for that long. We will leave on Monday and then he will leave a week after that and hopefully get to stay for three weeks. The boys and I will stay two extra weeks after he leaves. That’s the plan anyway! Like I said in my last update, we NEED this brake! I feel like I’ve been under water for months having to hold my breath (okay, maybe that’s a little exaggerated)…. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the next update will be from Mexico! Love you all and Merry Christmas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-8951145215376047076?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/8951145215376047076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=8951145215376047076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8951145215376047076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8951145215376047076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-first-time-in-quite-while-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-7215519100657865317</id><published>2011-12-04T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T12:20:52.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, thank you so much for the prayers for Jesse… he is totally fine now! We did end up staying in the hospital for 5 days. It took him a long time to get off of the extra oxygen, but the day I took Levi with me to Vandy and stayed all day, is the day that Jesse went from having to have the oxygen at all times (like it would come off for a few seconds and he would start going down!) to being totally fine without it. We came home on asthma medicine to prevent incidents like that one in the future. We really don’t like having him on it but until we can find a better alternative, we will continue to give it to him…&lt;br /&gt;We left the hospital on Tuesday and then had to go to the pediatrician the very next day to make sure Jesse’s lungs still sounded good, thankfully they did and his ear infections were gone as well. Levi’s ear looked much better but not 100% just yet. &lt;br /&gt;We are needing wisdom and prayer to decide if we want to stay with our pediatrician or find a new one. Do you remember when we first came home from the hospital after Levi’s big surgery in August? The Pediatrician on call was freaking out because his feeding tube had come out and I didn’t let the ER people re-admit him to try to put it back in after two failed attempts? Well, the same lady came and did rounds at Vanderbilt and after listening to him once decided that nobody there could wean him off of the oxygen or space out his breathing treatments for two days. I. Was. Furious. We couldn’t go home until he was off the oxygen and on every 4 hours of breathing treatments. We had already been there for 4 days and he was doing so great. Everyone disagreed with her(respiratory therapist, nurses, resident and fellow), but she made it clear that she had the authority to decide. After talking to our pediatrician we did get that resolved and left the next morning. This Doctor is the owner of the practice and I’m sure she is a smart women. I read her profile and it sounds like she is a great Christian as well. But we have just had the worst experiences with her! The two times that we have had to deal with her… well… they have just been horrible experiences. SO, if the boys ever get sick on a holiday or if they are at Vanderbilt on a Monday, she will be there… Anyway, please pray for God to give us wisdom on whether to stay there or find someplace else, Brian and I love the boys pediatrician but don’t know if we love her enough to risk having to deal with the other Doctor again. &lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow Levi his having yet another scope. Gosh, I don’t even know how many he’s had since his big surgery! Too many for sure. We are hoping and praying for a miracle, that his airway will look clear and not irritated, the swelling completely gone and that the Doctor will see a nice sturdy and strong structure so that he can take his trache out with confidence and his airway will never collapse. Not too much to ask right? &lt;br /&gt;One week after tomorrow we leave for Mexico. To say that I am excited would be an understatement! This has all been very exhausting and I just need to breathe in air from my beautiful ranch… no doctor appointments, no phone, no crazy holiday traffic… just surrounded by my crazy amazing family. Enjoying the different community Bible studies and delicious food… right now it sounds like a dream! &lt;br /&gt;Love you all and will let you know how Levi’s airway and esophagus look…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-7215519100657865317?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/7215519100657865317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=7215519100657865317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7215519100657865317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7215519100657865317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-571627035941170481</id><published>2011-11-25T21:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T21:27:35.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for Jesse</title><content type='html'>Prayers please! This time they are mostly needed for Jesse. We took him to the pediatrician this morning after about 5 days of having a cold/cough. He was actually doing better but thank God the pediatrician said to bring him in anyway. He has a double ear infection and his oxygen levels were so low, we almost had to go to the Children’s Hospital by ambulance! They thought it could be pneumonia and haven’t ruled that out yet, but are thinking its asthma. We were at the ER for about 6 hours and they couldn’t get him breathing well enough so tonight he is in the ICU. I’m so thankful that this is all so very new to Jesse; this is his first time back to the hospital since he left as a 3 month old -5 ½ pound baby. Although it is super hard on him and he doesn’t get why he has to have ‘strings on his wittle hand’(IV), the pulse oxymiter is driving him crazy and he insists that he feels better and wants to be all done… all I can think about is how awesome it is that he hadn’t had to go through this before, and I know that this could have been a normal thing for him but it’s not. &lt;br /&gt;Also please keep Levi in your prayers. Yesterday he started acting a little sick, he too has an ear infection and a cold. If what Jesse has is viral, it’s very contagious and Levi has been around him all along. He is coughing pretty badly tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much for praying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-571627035941170481?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/571627035941170481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=571627035941170481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/571627035941170481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/571627035941170481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/11/please-pray-for-jesse.html' title='Please pray for Jesse'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-3876948417082808249</id><published>2011-11-23T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:51:02.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>Four years ago tonight, I had traveled for two days; 2000 miles while in labor. When looking back, I remember not being scared. I’m not an anxious person, not usually anyway. I was calm, from looking at me you would have never guessed that anything was wrong. I didn’t want to lie at the airport, I didn’t even have to I was so calm! Crazy… actually it was more like I was naïve. And also, God only lets you see what you need to see at times, to be able to get through the storm. Today? I couldn’t do it, no way. My dad had taught me the night before how to give myself a shot… lol… for those of you who know me, like from before, you know that I don’t do well with any of that! But hey, they were to slow down my labor… of course I was going to do it, no problem! When we landed in Nashville, all I wanted to do was sleep. I was a little disappointed when everyone insisted I go to the hospital to get checked out. About 6 hours later I was in the operating room having an emergency C-section. It’s kinda strange looking back, because I felt relieved. I had been in so much pain and my contractions were just getting worse, I couldn’t imagine having to stay that way for weeks. Now, looking back I realize that that pain was NOTHING compared to what was coming. They told me to not expect any baby cries, that they were too little for that. But we did hear them, it sounded like a soft kitten cry. The Doctor that helped deliver them was very impressed with how strong they were, he’s from Mexico City so of course he said that they had good strong Mexican genes to thank for that. After that I just remember being very light headed all the time, close to fainting constantly. When my baby cousin was born, 4 years before that, my aunt sent me with him and a nurse that was going to poke his heal and have drops of blood for the newborn tests that they do and I barely made it without passing out… like BARELY. SO, seeing my very tiny babies with IV’s, tubes and wires everywhere was difficult to say the least. And for 113 days they literally had to fight for every breath they took, and so did we. I named my blog ‘113 days of praise’ hoping that one day I can look back on those days as something to greatly rejoice about, a trial that tested us and found us praising, honoring and glorifying God ( IN THIS YOU GREATLY REJOICE, THOUGH NOW FOR A LITTLE WHILE, IF NEED BE, YOU HAVE BEEN GRIEVED BY VARIOUS TRIALS, THAT THE GENUINENESS OF YOUR FAITH, BEING MUCH MORE PRECIOUS THAN GOLD THAT PERISHES, THOUGH IT IS TESTED BY FIRE, MAY BE FOUND TO PRAISE, HONOR, AND GLORY AT THE REVELATION OF JESUS CHRIST. 1PETER 1:6-7). &lt;br /&gt;Those 113 days we did praise, we cried and begged like never before. Everyday brought new challenges, every brain scan that didn’t show damage was a victory. I feel like we did enjoy the victories but at the same time, things could and would change from one moment to another. It’s like we couldn’t take deep breaths. Looking back, mostly I feel pain, resentment. My sons birth day was the worst day of my life… I know it sounds terrible and I didn’t start feeling that way until close to their 1st birthday, when I started re-living those terrible days. I so long to see them as days of praise! But it was the day that my twins started suffering so very much… the day they were born 15 weeks early. Please, don’t get me wrong, it’s also the day that God showed his grace and protected us from death. I am thankful that I have two very happy, amazing, joyful, precious boys… if only they could have stayed in me longer.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t help that things aren’t going well with Levi and the trach removal process. I just thought that by now, by their fourth birthday we would be so much further along. Expectations kill joy… for sure. In the last procedure, the one that Levi had on the 17th, the Doctor saw no improvement whatsoever. The section of the trachea is just not healing. He didn’t understand how after steroids and anti-inflammatory antibiotics, things could look so the same. He said it looked like he had just had surgery. He will be checked again the first week of December, after that, if things don’t look any different we aren’t sure what plan B will be. &lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have faithfully prayed for the boys, I ask that you will continue to pray, please! For complete healing for Levi’s airway. That God will restore him. For wisdom for the Doctors and us, we don’t know what to do! We are so thankful for the hope that we have and that HE is in control. Levi has done so well going back to the hospital time after time, we are so thankful for that! Beyond thankful… we couldn’t have continued with this process if it wasn’t so. We hide surprises for him to find every time we take him back. He goes into the OR with a smile and excited to see what he will find. I need to learn from him! &lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you all for your prayers. We love you all and could not have made it this far without your support. Happy thanksgiving!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-3876948417082808249?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/3876948417082808249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=3876948417082808249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/3876948417082808249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/3876948417082808249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='happy thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-9213678860434696515</id><published>2011-11-13T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T12:34:34.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2 procedure</title><content type='html'>Ah, a long and overdo update… so sorry! I know a lot of you are on facebook and so you know how things are going. But for those of you who are not, I apologize. Levi had his surgical procedure on November 2, they went in and removed the stent that had been there for 6 weeks. It was completely covered in scar tissue, to the point where the doctor couldn’t even see it. Removing it did a lot of damage to his airway, it was very painful for him. I’m afraid that Doctors and nurses are now back to being evil people who just want to hurt him (in Levi’s eyes anyway). We were at Costco yesterday and a lady came up to us and Levi had a big smile on his face until she said she was a nurse… I couldn’t even get him to look up after that! Anyway, his airway was very irritated, very inflamed and just really torn up after the procedure. He did a round of steroids and two antibiotics  hoping to help things calm down. &lt;br /&gt;We have our next two scopes already scheduled. The first one is this Wednesday and then on the 30th. He wants to do another one two weeks after that and then take a long brake. After that he will check his airway again and maybe talk about removing the trach. The reason why we are going to have to wait so much longer is because of how bad his airway looked.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been meaning to write this update since our last appointment but it’s just been really hard to process all this information. This is just all very discouraging for me and I just feel like this is never going to end… the words that I’ve been hearing for almost 4 years now are really dragging me down. &lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Levi and Jesse are doing great! They are happy and active, smart and joyful. They are both super excited about turning 4, they talk about it all the time! &lt;br /&gt;Please keep the prayers coming, we need healing… it makes me sick having to watch him go through all this and being put under so often… I wish there was a way around it…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-9213678860434696515?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/9213678860434696515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=9213678860434696515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/9213678860434696515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/9213678860434696515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-2-procedure.html' title='November 2 procedure'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-8849252722750834855</id><published>2011-10-06T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:55:39.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to let go</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's procedure went very well, thank you all for your prayers! Levi could not have done better! He was actually waving at medical people as he was being carried away to the OR. When we first got there he was saying that Doctors and nurses were bad people and they would hurt him, but as we were leaving he said that he met the good nurses and Doctors today... this was all thanks to prayer and a really good idea that I think was heaven sent. Every time that I would start to detect fear in Levi's eyes, he would find a small prize! And we would remind him that special things happen at the hospital, and even though a really, really bad thing happened to him(in his mind surgery was a terrible thing!) we now look for special things and surprises. SO, in the OR there was a superman waiting for him. By the way, he is really hard to find! My poor mother in law went to 8 different stores looking for him, I had already gone to a couple and finally it was Mister who found him. Unfortunately it had to be him since Levi had been talking about wanting one 'weelly bad'... I think we would all agree that it was worth it! The anesthesiologist told me that he fell asleep happy watching spiderman on youtube. &lt;br /&gt;So, the Doctor saw healing around the graft. He isn't sure if the graft itself is healing but if everything around it heals, it could hold it up and be an okay airway. We go back in 4 weeks to remove the stent, a few weeks after that will be the real test to see if everything stays in place...&lt;br /&gt;His airway in general was very swollen, so I am putting him back on all his supplements and going back on a very strict anti-inflammatory diet. Hopefully it will help. &lt;br /&gt;This is all taking so much longer than we thought, we were wanting to take him to the ocean to celebrate this month. Also, there are two spots for them at mustard seed preschool. They can not wait to start! We are now considering not waiting till Levi gets his trach out for them to start.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I just need to let go and be okay with Gods path and timing, fighting it all along the way does me NO good whatsoever. But my goodness it's been hard! It goes against my personality big time. Our lives are up in the way with all these unknowns... &lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much for your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-8849252722750834855?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/8849252722750834855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=8849252722750834855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8849252722750834855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8849252722750834855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/10/learning-to-let-go.html' title='Learning to let go'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-8213852896438556488</id><published>2011-09-22T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T05:18:39.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not what we were expecting</title><content type='html'>Well, this time it is just taking me longer to process the information that we got at the last procedure. I decided to go ahead and let you all know since I still haven’t been able to accept it completely!&lt;br /&gt;First of all, thank you all for your prayers! Levi did incredible… I got this idea to hide dinosaurs for him to find and I would tell him that the hospital could be a special place. He had so much fear and terror last time and when I would even mention the word hospital or doctor, he would almost start to cry! So, the dinosaurs were perfect. The anesthesiologist that carried him to the OR could not have done a better job, it was liked we had practiced it all! It was a night and day difference from last time. BUT, the other thing that was night and day difference was what the Doctor saw.&lt;br /&gt; The part that had already started to heal at the last procedure looked good. But the other part of the graft had collapsed. This means his airway is half the size that it should be. If all this is is a major setback, then we are very disappointed. The Doctor was so shocked! He said that he was already getting excited about getting to tell us that the next procedure would be the beginning of the end and that we could start capping the trach(plugging it so he could use his mouth and nose to breathe… the last step). But instead he had to put back another stent in to try and save the graft, so that it can heal in the shape of an airway. When he first came back to tell us this, I wanted to just have a meltdown. The thought about having a stent in for 4-6 weeks was terrible. Remember, with this he could barely swallow his own saliva! But thankfully the Doctor thought of a different type of stent, it’s a hallow tube instead of a plug so it hasn’t bothered Levi. It was a big relief when we came home that night and Levi was able to eat.&lt;br /&gt;So, we wait two more weeks and have to go back again to see if things are healing properly. The stent is somewhat see through. Unfortunately this is going to be a lot longer than we expected and hoped for. And of course, there is a possibility that he will need a second major surgery. Honestly I can’t even imagine having to go through with it.&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to not be able to see light at the end of the tunnel, but for me it’s even harder to see light and have it taken away. I know that God wants me to rely on Him and to trust that He is in control. Of course I had all kinds of plans in my mind and I needed the timing to be perfect with no setbacks. Levi and Jesse have been talking about going to the ocean when Levi could swim like a fish, like nemo. We were hoping that we would all get to go before it got to cold. Mexico is ALWAYS on my heart. I try not to talk about it too much, and I never want to sound ungrateful for TN and what God has done here. We really want to go again for Christmas and ‘the plan’ had been to stay a little longer this time. Again, God is continuously teaching me not to make my own plans… a hard lesson. &lt;br /&gt;Please do pray for healing for Levi’s airway… for God to show us his hand in all of this. Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-8213852896438556488?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/8213852896438556488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=8213852896438556488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8213852896438556488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8213852896438556488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-what-we-were-expecting.html' title='not what we were expecting'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-2441574288254781944</id><published>2011-09-11T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T06:10:12.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next step</title><content type='html'>Thank you all so much for your prayers for Levi and our family! Those of you that are on facebook know that Wednesday’s procedure went well. We got there and Levi started getting a little nervous and was just uneasy. He was doing pretty good really until the moment I started taking his shoes off…. My poor baby was terrified! I have never seen him so hysterical, but really, if I thought that I was getting ready to go through the same thing again, I would have been doing the same thing! There is this miracle drug that they always have offered but that we had never needed. We had to wait to give it to him about 15 minutes before they took him back. Thankfully, everyone was not only on time but actually ahead of time! There was no calming him down but once he got that medicine… well… he was pretty happy! He did get a little nervous when he looked up and there were 10 medical people surrounding him. He was scheduled to go back at 3:15 but by 3:00 we were done! It was amazing. The doctor said everything looked great and even better than he expected. He wanted to see the rib graft still be white, because the stent was there there was really no room for it to heal. A yellow color would have been really bad, it would have meant that the graft was ‘dead’. But instead, he saw a little bit of red going through the back, and that meant that blood was starting to flow through it! The other one was nice and white. It felt so good to see the Doctor walking in the waiting room with a big smile! He did really well waking up and by 4:20 we were on our way home! &lt;br /&gt;Immediately after surgery we noticed an enormous difference with his swallowing. He has been doing incredible! He was only a couple ounces lighter when they weighed him at the hospital(that was an answer to prayer and the only way I was going to keep the nutritionist off my back!), but these last couple of days he was been eating better than he ever has before! He also has started talking again, although he will only whisper. I don’t know if he doesn’t realize that he can talk louder, or if the fact that he’d been unable to make any sounds for three weeks made him forget how to speak in more than just a whisper. Anyway, it’s good that he’s talking and maybe once we start speech therapy he will start speaking up!&lt;br /&gt;We already have our next two procedures scheduled, this Thursday at 4 pm and then the 28th at the same time. The Doctor wants to see continued healing and make sure that everything is moving in the right direction. And they will be removing the new scar tissue that shows up. They use a laser to remove it and it’s not very invasive.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much for your prayers! It’s hard to believe that we are so close to being free from the trach!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-2441574288254781944?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/2441574288254781944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=2441574288254781944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/2441574288254781944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/2441574288254781944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/09/next-step.html' title='The next step'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-3013464986232468271</id><published>2011-09-06T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T16:50:55.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is a big, we have to be at Vanderbilt children's at 1:15. Its the next step to getting the trach out. They will be removing the stent that is in his upper airway. This is when we find out if the surgery was a success. Hopefully after that, he will be able to eat a lot better and we will start hearing his voice again. I have missed it so, so much! They will also be able to check and see how everything is healing. It most likely will still be a while before the actual trach comes out, but after this waiting wont be as bad! &lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much for your prayers and encouragement, we have also been so blessed by the meals that we've been getting! These last two weeks have been tiring, it's so great to have so many amazing people lifting us up! &lt;br /&gt;Please be praying for peace over Levi, every time we even mention the hospital or doctors he gets very scared and sad. &lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-3013464986232468271?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/3013464986232468271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=3013464986232468271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/3013464986232468271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/3013464986232468271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/09/tomorrow-is-big-we-have-to-be-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-3341932743334843697</id><published>2011-09-01T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:25:51.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone, I know I left you all hanging after the last update, sorry! We went to the pediatrician on Monday morning and it could not have gone better! Thank you all so much for your prayers and for your encouraging comments. Monday morning I had such a peace, I was prepared with a really good case but I didn’t even really need it! I had felt so attacked the days before and was really exhausted. We were there for less than an hour and the Pediatrician pretty much just said that she knew that I would take care of Levi and that I would do what was best for him. She said that she totally trusted my judgment and she had told that to the Doctor on call that was so rude. So, she agreed that there was no point in putting Levi through any more than is necessary. He was eating a little bit then and drinking very well. Every day he improves a little, he’s not eating much, but enough to keep him very active. He also has a little cold so that doesn’t help. This all reminds me of the days when we first left the hospital. Not much sleep do to needing to suction very often, difficulty getting enough food in the boys… although one major difference and what makes all this really hard is the fact that it now involves are whole family.  The boys felt a lot of pain the first months of their lives. It was an incredible battle. But they didn't understand what was going on. They could be comforted with a good swaddling blanket and their pacifiers. They didn't know any different. We are so blessed that the boys are not used to pain and fear and that they have been so healthy and happy and active. So having to go through this now has been really hard on both of them. We know it’s only for a season and once this season is over, our lives are going to be so incredibly blessed, even more so than it already has been!!! I cannot wait…&lt;br /&gt;Next week, on the 7th at 3:15 pm Levi will be getting the stent out. After this, things should improve a ton! Right now this is blocking his airway and touching his vocal cords, which is why he can’t speak or even make any noise, it’s also why he is having so much difficulty eating. Every time he swallows he can feel the stent stuck in his throat. Also, when the stent is removed we will know whether the surgery was a success or not. After that I’m not really sure what’s next. It seems like with my friends son who had this same surgery, it was a couple of procedures later that he actually got the trach out completely. With a couple of weeks in between each procedure. I haven’t really asked the Doctor because I know that every case is different. I’m going to be so excited when he says it’s time to pull it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today I was listening to the boys play… well, it was more like Jesse talking nonstop asking and answering his own questions. But he would say something and then interpret what Levi was signing… for himself! it was really cute! I miss hearing Levi’s voice so, so much. We have been so blessed and have never taken it for granted. The fact that he has been communicating so well for so long is such a miracle! &lt;br /&gt;The cut in his chest and above his trach are healing very well. He doesn’t complain about pain anymore ether, it’s made life a lot easier on both the boys since they are able to play a little rougher. The risk of aspirating food and liquids into Levi’s lungs will increase every day. Because the swelling is going down and the way the stent is in the way of the vocal cords. But we are trusting that everything will be fine and we are counting down the days for this next big step. Thank you all so much for being a part of this journey. We are blessed…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-3341932743334843697?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/3341932743334843697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=3341932743334843697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/3341932743334843697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/3341932743334843697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-everyone-i-know-i-left-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-7427031651498899389</id><published>2011-08-28T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T19:42:35.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was plain awful</title><content type='html'>It has been a crazy 48 hr. I can’t even write about it too much because I am to tired and I get to angry by reliving it all… let me start with: We came home on Friday, Levi went from barely being able to sit up in a hospital bed to 5 minutes after being home, he was running and playing. I had to clean around his trach and at the hospital it was a three person job because he would get so angry and upset. It took me two seconds and he was fine. He has done SOOOO much better since coming home. The drama began yesterday morning when we found that his feeding tube was out. We aren’t really sure exactly at what time he pulled it but after trying to get him to drink some milk, we decided to go to the emergency room to have them put it back in. Well, that is when the nightmare began. After 7 hours and two failed attempts to get the tube in the right spot, they realized that they were shoving all the tubing in and it was all coiled right were his stent is… where he JUST had surgery. Their solution was to send him to the adult ER to have radiology try to put it in. When I said I wasn’t going to wait another 7 hours for that they wanted to re-admit him into the hospital to get an IV… I explained that he was able to drink plenty of water and I could give him pedia-light . I had promised Levi after the second time that they did the nose tube and we were getting an x-ray, that we were done. Several nurses have told me how incredibly painful it is to have one, and for him with a freshly cut airway and a stent stuck in his throat and a week like he had had… well, it was awful. I seriously cannot remember the last time I was quite as furious as I was yesterday. I was being treated like an irresponsible idiot. I knew that it was not necessary to stay at the hospital, I’m so glad that I didn’t allow it because once he got home, he was able to eat a little bit and he continued drinking plenty of liquids. The Doctor on call spoke with Brian and shared her concerns, and tonight another Doctor called to check on him. While we were in the ER, Brian spoke with the ENT that did the surgery and he was pretty upset about the fact that they had put the tube in the wrong way twice. He pretty much said to just make sure that he wasn’t dehydrated. &lt;br /&gt;I am so tired and overwhelmed, thankful that Levi is doing so well and he is so happy. But putting him through what we did yesterday just really pushed me over the edge. He is healing, playing, being silly, active and energetic. He can’t talk and he does have a hard time swallowing. But every day he gets better at it. I’m giving him protein powder, mineral supplements, multi-vitamin, vitamin C, herbal vitamin, very fattening coconut milk… I hate that I feel like I have to defend what I’m doing for my son and I really hate it when people act like they know what’s best and I’m just a crazy mom… really rubs me the wrong way! So, now I need to take deep breaths and rest… I will try not to lose it tomorrow at the pediatricians office, I don’t think I will, I really like her… I know that after reading this you all will be praying for us, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-7427031651498899389?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/7427031651498899389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=7427031651498899389' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7427031651498899389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7427031651498899389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/08/yesterday-was-plain-awful.html' title='Yesterday was plain awful'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-646829569398318878</id><published>2011-08-24T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T21:50:07.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next steps</title><content type='html'>Okay, today Levi passed his swallow test, thank you Lord!!! He still isn't really drinking. It's a combination of fear, pain and just weirdness that keeps him from wanting to. But he can and we are thankful. The doctor came by and was explaining how because there is a stent in his swollen airway, there are still several things that can go wrong. As the swelling goes down, it is not uncommon for kids to start aspirating (food going into lungs when swallowing). The stent will stay for two weeks, it's in his new airway, so he still can not breathe without his trach. Even after they pull that out, there still may have to be several other little surgerys to remove scaring from the surgery. It probably will be months before he is trach free. But, when the stent comes out, things should be much better. It's a slow process, hopefully the hardest part is behind us... We're pretty tired, all of us! &lt;br /&gt;Jesse has a infection in his ear and is still couphing some. He wants us all home but is doing so good with all the craziness! Levi needs to start eating for us to go home without a tube in his nose. He also needs to sit up, he's moving in his bed better, but he will not sit up. He won't speak a single word eather. I miss my healthy, energetic, smart Alec boy so much! Brian and I are good, tired of constantly rotating between hospital and home, jesse and Levi... But God is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-646829569398318878?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/646829569398318878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=646829569398318878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/646829569398318878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/646829569398318878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/08/next-steps.html' title='Next steps'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-2446190725221881908</id><published>2011-08-22T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T06:44:57.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Levi had a good day yesterday; he was even a little bit silly when I first got there! They were unable to take the drain tube out from his neck though; they may try again this morning. At around noon, we got him out of bed and cleaned him up a bit. He was so, so scared to move and cried when we did this. But after a while he settled and took a long nap on me. It’s been hard to move him, even the slightest change pushes him over the edge. The main problem he’s having is that he is very jumpy in his sleep. He will be sound asleep and all of a sudden have that falling feeling and get so scared! Sometimes he is able to just go back to sleep if we apply pressure to him, but we have to be right there. He did this all day but Brian said that he did a little bit better during the night. They had given him more pain medicine to try and help with this but it didn’t, instead it made him super itchy all over  At like 9 last night they tried some anxiety medicine. &lt;br /&gt;Well, even though I got to come home last night I didn’t get to sleep. Jesse-boo coughed nonstop all night long. Somebody at some point today will be taking him to the pediatrician this morning. Brenda and Leland are at the hospital to relieve Brian and to hold my stop so that I didn’t have to rush Jesse. Thank you for your continued prayers… please keep them coming! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-2446190725221881908?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/2446190725221881908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=2446190725221881908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/2446190725221881908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/2446190725221881908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/08/levi-had-good-day-yesterday-he-was-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-621210959524533748</id><published>2011-08-21T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T05:50:00.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to come home as sleep last again. I just talked to Brian and he said that Levi was a little more like himself staring at like at 3 am. Yesterday he was so, so sad. I only saw three little smiles all day. He gets so sad anytime anyone touches him, other than family. It kills me to see fear in his eyes. Yesterday morning they pulled out his chest tube and this morning they will pull the one on his neck (drain tube). I hope I’m not there for that! Tuesday will be a very big day, they will take him down to the OR and scope him to see how things are healing. Then they will take him to radiology to have a suck-swallow test to see if he can start eating. In the OR they will do a trache change and they said that it’s a big deal… I’m not really sure why. One of the Doctors said that he may have temporarily lost his ability to swallow because of the tube that is inside his airway, it is partly on his vocal cords, so they can not close up when he swallows. So he would aspirate into his lungs. I PRAY and ask that you all will as well that it is not the case with Levi. He is so, so sad and I feel like if he can have water when he asks it would make him happier. Otherwise I’m not sure what will happen, they did mention us having to go home with the feeding tube that is in his nose. I can’t imagine having to keep all food and liquids away from Levi, I mean, Brian and I can drink and eat when he can’t see us, but Jesse? Anyway, we will cross that bridge when we get to it. &lt;br /&gt;Brian took Jesse to see Levi last night. I was worried about Jesse and thought that it would make Levi happy to see brother. Well, Jesse did really well. He had millions of questions about everything and wanted to bring Levi home and didn’t understand why Levi wasn’t talking and playing. As we were leaving he informed me that when he was a tiny little baby he had to sleep in a hospital bed and it made him a little nervous. He said that he thought we should just bring Levi with us…   &lt;br /&gt;I’m going to keep this short since I haven’t written an update in Spanish, thank you all for your prayers. We love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-621210959524533748?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/621210959524533748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=621210959524533748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/621210959524533748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/621210959524533748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-got-to-come-home-as-sleep-last-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-6927497506940694960</id><published>2011-08-20T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:10:21.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From my moms update</title><content type='html'>"Sorrowful, yet always rejoicing" (2 Corinthians 6:10).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sorrow was beautiful, but his beauty was the beauty of the moonlight shining through the leafy branches of the trees in the woods. His gentle light made little pools of silver here and there on the soft green moss of the forest floor. And when he sang, his song was like the low, sweet calls of the nightingale, and in his eyes was the un-expectant gaze of someone who has ceased to look for coming gladness. He could weep in tender sympathy with those who weep, but to rejoice with those who rejoice was unknown to him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Joy was beautiful, too, but hers was the radiant beauty of a summer morning. Her eyes still held the happy laughter of childhood, and her hair glistened with the sunshine's kiss. When she sang, her voice soared upward like a skylark's, and her steps were the march of a conqueror who has never known defeat. She could rejoice with anyone who rejoices, but to weep with those who weep was unknown to her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sorrow longingly said, "We can never be united as one. " "No, never," responded Joy, with eyes misting as she spoke, "for my path lies through the sunlit meadows, the sweetest roses bloom when I arrive, and songbirds await my coming to sing their most joyous melodies."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, my path, said Sorrow, turning slowly away, "leads through the dark forest, and moon-flowers, which open only at night, will fill my hands. Yet the sweetest of all earthly songs--the love song of the night--will be mine. So farewell, dear Joy, farewell."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yet even as Sorrow spoke, he and Joy became aware of someone standing beside them. In spite of the dim light, they sensed a kingly Presence, and suddenly a great and holy awe overwhelmed them. They then sank to their knees before Him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I see Him as the King of Joy," whispered Sorrow, "for on His head are many crowns, and the nail-prints in His hands and feet are the scars of a great victory. And before Him all my sorrow is melting away into deathless love and gladness. I now give myself to Him forever."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"No, Sorrow," said Joy softly, "for I see Him as the King of Sorrow, and the crown on His head is a crown of thorns, and the nail-prints in His hands and feet are the scars of terrible agony. I also give myself to Him forever, for sorrow with Him must be sweeter than any joy I have ever known."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Then we are one in Him," they cried in gladness, "for no one but He could unite Joy and Sorrow." Therefore they walked hand in hand into the world, to follow Him through storms and sunshine, through winter's severe cold and the warmth of summer's gladness, and to be "sorrowful, yet always rejoicing."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-6927497506940694960?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/6927497506940694960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=6927497506940694960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/6927497506940694960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/6927497506940694960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/08/from-my-moms-update.html' title='From my moms update'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-2356111393777572284</id><published>2011-08-20T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T05:01:36.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, yesterday afternoon Brian came to the hospital to replace me. I went to pick up Jesse who by the way, is doing great! He has been having a wonderful time thanks to BeBe, Mister, his aunts and some of our friends. It is such a burden lifted off of us to know that he is very well taken care of. We went to eat, came home, took a shower and went straight to bed. I called Brian right before and he said that it had gotten kinda rough right after I left. Dr. Wootten, the surgeon stopped by to check on Levi’s draining tubes. He wasn’t able to check the chest tube because the neck one sent him way over the edge. But after that he finally fell asleep and the nurse said that she was going to let him rest for the night. Such a good thing because every time they mess with him, he gets so upset and it’s hard to calm him down. &lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a very long day, we got there at 10:30 and they took us back pretty soon after. Everything seemed to be moving a long perfectly, we spoke to the Doctor and signed tons of paper work and then we waited, and waited and waited. It was scheduled to start at 12:30 but the OR room was occupied until 2:30! That part was hard because you prepare yourself for so much time and we were so tired. I, by the grace of God, held it together long enough for Levi to be out of sight. Once the surgery started, the time went by fast. They were great about updating us every hour, really all they said was “he’s doing great! Call you in a hour”. Great words to hear when your baby is in surgery. It was done before 8 and before 9 pm, we were with him in the PICU… very, very unprepared from that point on. We thought he was going to be completely sedated that night but instead we got there and he was kicking and crying. Kinda how he is after his scopes. Only this time, he had a very, very swore throat, two drain tubes, two iv’s, leads all over, I was not able to pick him up and rock him, he was thirsty but can drink nothing… it was awful to say the least. I can’t even write about it without getting light headed. That night he was very upset, every time he wanted something and I had to say no, he would cover his face with his blankie  and cry. He was a little more resolved all day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to go, Jesse is on my lap and its very hard to type! Thank you all so very much for the encouraging words and prayers. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-2356111393777572284?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/2356111393777572284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=2356111393777572284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/2356111393777572284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/2356111393777572284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello-everyone-yesterday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-9037553647346782759</id><published>2011-08-18T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T20:30:35.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you all so much for your prayers and words of encouragement. The Surgery was a little over 4 hr, when the Doctor came out he had a big smile. He said everything went perfect. He used part of his rib to graft his airway open. We thought that he was going to be completely cedaded tonight, so we were not prepared to find him how we did. For about an hour he was very miserable. And it's so hard because he keeps signing what he wants and everytime I tell him no, he covers his face with his blanky and cries. He's calmer now but still frustrated and in pain. Thank you so much for your prayers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-9037553647346782759?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/9037553647346782759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=9037553647346782759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/9037553647346782759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/9037553647346782759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/08/thank-you-all-so-much-for-your-prayers.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-7787655412848862551</id><published>2011-08-17T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T04:30:55.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse-boo and the rest of us</title><content type='html'>So, I felt the need to try and explain to the boys as best I could (or should I say, in a way that they could understand) about the process and what is getting ready to happen. Levi is very excited about getting his trache out! Every time we talk about it, he adds ‘and I’m going to swim like Nemo!’ He is having a hard time with the Doctor part though. He’s always been so, so good with Doctors but I have been unable to convince him that Doctors are nice… he keeps saying that he doesn’t like Doctors and he wanted Miss Jennifer(his physical therapist) to do the surgery instead because, he says he does like her. Anyway, I realized that I needed to back off because in my need to prepare them, I was making them anxious. &lt;br /&gt;Jesse is having a harder time with all this. He’s a lot like Brian and doesn’t do well with change. He likes his ‘whole family a lot’(is what he always says) and he doesn’t like it when I say that Levi will be at the hospital and he will be with BeBe and Mister… he keeps saying that he needs to be at the hospital too because he needs surgery and healing also. Like I said before, in preparing them he got really anxious. So now that I’ve baked of, I’m realizing that there are some things that they as well as us, will have to deal with as it comes. I know that Jesse will be okay. He will be surrounded by people that he loves and I’m confident that they will follow my instructions to not worry about discipline and go ahead and spoil him as much as they want… I NEED THAT! I have such peace in knowing that he will be happy and well taken care of. It’s hard to have two that are so, so close and literally do everything together! Jesse will not be able to visit until Levi is out of the PICU(pediatric Intensive Care Unit) and he most likely will be there for the majority of the time. Of course, I don’t really think I would want him to see him in that state. &lt;br /&gt;And the rest of us? Well, we’re good! Brian has been incredibly busy at work. He really enjoys it and does such an amazing job. He gets so much time to listen to great speakers and awesome worship music (IPod) so he’s ready! He has so much Faith, and he is still praying/believing for a miracle. He will have to work some this week, but hopefully he can spend the night every other night with Levi and that way I could get some sleep (maybe!) and stay with Jesse. We are so thankful for all of you that are offering to help and lifting our arms up… your prayers and encouragement mean so much to us! It’s truly humbling to know that so many are burdened for our sons and family. I’ve been kinda all over the place! These last couple of days I have felt the need to clean… really, really clean! I know it’s probably going to be a very exhausting week and if and when I do come home, I want to be able to rest and just focus on Jess. The week before we had the privilege of seeing some of my favorite coworkers, the Stearns and be encouraged by them. Before that, when the boys were sick, I had lots of battles to fight in my mind and spirit and even from the moment that we found out that he was going to be having surgery… it’s just been crazy! But God is faithful and I believe with all my heart that He truly prepares us for battle, as much as we can take that is. I can see that like my babies, I can only handle so much at a time. We are praising HIM for what HE has already done and is about to do and for what HE will continue to do. Suffering is Gods language… I wouldn’t have chosen to learn this, but I am thankful that HIS Grace is there. I also can see how we are so, SO blessed! And compared to what other people that we know and love, this really is nothing!   And we are resting in that Gods got our back. May His will be done in our lives and may we glorify HIM through it all… and to you all, you are a part of this too! Thank you for walking with us… Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-7787655412848862551?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/7787655412848862551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=7787655412848862551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7787655412848862551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7787655412848862551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/08/jesse-boo-and-rest-of-us.html' title='Jesse-boo and the rest of us'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-7868609227689435593</id><published>2011-08-16T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T05:57:47.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's actually happening!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D_pcR7A7EY/TkppQsQW7MI/AAAAAAAAAjI/nJgge-MZ3hs/s1600/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D_pcR7A7EY/TkppQsQW7MI/AAAAAAAAAjI/nJgge-MZ3hs/s320/118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641437218713562306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efbpoU-XKg0/TkppQgmOT7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/iHPvVs_Tguk/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efbpoU-XKg0/TkppQgmOT7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/iHPvVs_Tguk/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641437215584047026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I’m actually writing this (and at the same time I can’t believe I’ve waited till now to write it!). I imagine that most of you already know this… for the few of you that don’t, I do apologize!  I’ve had such a mixture of emotions that kinda come like waves… maybe that’s why I couldn’t sit down and write? Anyway, in two days Levi is having major airway reconstructive surgery… yes… two days…. For three and a half years we have waited for this, sometimes patiently and sometimes not so patiently. We have hoped for it, believed for it and now, it’s happening in two days! &lt;br /&gt;About three weeks ago, Brian got back from a mission trip to the Dominican Republic and brought back lots of great stories and also a bad cold… that you gave to Jesse and yup, you guessed right, Levi got it too. I trusted that God was in control and He is good always, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous at times. Well, it was more like panicked! It didn’t help my battle that I didn’t sleep for an entire week, mostly because of Jesse, Levi was only bad for a couple of days and then he bounced right back.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely they are going to take part of his rib and graft is airway open, place a tube inside to keep it all open and allow it to heal for about two weeks. When they take this tube out, we will know if the surgery was a success or not… if it doesn’t collapse it was a success, if it does he needs to do it all over again. If everything goes perfectly smooth, it’s a week at the hospital at least. He will keep his trache for the entire healing process that hopefully won’t be more than two months. After the surgery, he gets scoped kinda like before about every two weeks for about three months. My friend Stephanie’s son, Braden had this surgery back in October and that is where I’m basing this information from. Everything went perfect with them, and I do realize that it could be very different for us, also the surgeon has explained that he could change his mind during surgery and decide to do a different one. Like instead of opening his airway, he could cut and remove the entire section that is scared. That would be a longer stay at the hospital but overall, he would have his trache out sooner. Anyway, we are prepared for whatever road God has set before us. &lt;br /&gt;We are so honored and humbled to be lifted up by so many… we truly are grateful that we don’t walk this road alone. I can’t wait to celebrate with you all! It was been a long trial. God has definitely been so good and faithful and we realize that it is only by His Grace and Mercy that Levi has done as well as he has. Imagining our lives without this artificial airway brings me to tears! And although I would love to skip this process, I realize that God has a purpose in everything that we go through. We WILL keep you all updated! Thank you so much for your support, encouragement and prayers, may the LORD be glorified!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-7868609227689435593?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/7868609227689435593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=7868609227689435593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7868609227689435593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7868609227689435593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-actually-happening.html' title='It&apos;s actually happening!!!'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D_pcR7A7EY/TkppQsQW7MI/AAAAAAAAAjI/nJgge-MZ3hs/s72-c/118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-6849374392600823715</id><published>2011-05-10T04:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T06:25:25.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m such a bad blogger! I love following blogs but I am just not good at keeping mine updated. Sometimes I’m almost done with a project and I think “if I were a true blogger I would have taken pictures every step of the way to blog about it”! Ahhh! Oh well, I will try harder…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Levi is going for his 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; or 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; bronchoscope tomorrow… I can’t remember how many he’s had. This is the first one that the actual surgeon will do though. Dr Wooten. We met him two months ago and really liked him, he is very confident and that is always good when he may be doing a MAJOR airway reconstructive surgery on your baby boy. Of course, like always, we appreciate your prayers. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow since we couldn’t get an appointment for the early morning like we usually do. It’s not until 3:45! He must stot all solid foods at 5am… and all clear liquids by 11:45. Thankfully my wonderful in laws will take Jesse in the morning so that Levi doesn’t have to be around anyone eating. I’m thinking that once the clear liquids stop, I’ll take him to the library to hopefully distract him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I was reading about Jonathan, King Saul’s son. He knew that God could accomplish great things and have victory against all odds, victory in a war with only a few men against many. If HE chose to… I feel that way, God can… if this is the time that He has chosen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The boys have been doing so good! They are amazing… they spent an entire week with my in-laws while I was in Mexico and Brian was working like crazy to get ready for Easter Sunday. I had a wonderful time, I got to share at the Women’s Retreat and see a lot of my loved ones. While I was gone, the boys got a jump start to potty training, or should I say a very late start! Again, wonderful in-laws!!! They are doing really well with it and I’m starting to feel like I have potty trained boys… the things they say… I wish I could share! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesse talks non-stop, from the moment he is awake till the moment I make him go to bed. He asks millions of questions about everything. I heard once that it is important to give answers to kids like this, it makes them smarter when they are older. I try! It’s really funny and great, exhausting at times but I wouldn’t trade it for anything! He is a sweet and loving little boy and just so funny! Levi asks questions too, only he actually wants to understand the answer. And the whole child like faith is not working with him! He wants to understand and if it doesn’t make sense to him, he gets upset! For instance, we were talking about how Jesus can now live in our hearts(because of Easter, there have been many questions about ‘baby Jesus’). Well, when I told Levi this he quickly said ‘no He can’t!’ I tried to explain and told him that He lived in my heart, he then said ‘where? Let me see him!’ I tried to explain a little better and he said, ‘my food is inside me, Jesus doesn’t fit!’ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am so blessed… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-6849374392600823715?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/6849374392600823715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=6849374392600823715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/6849374392600823715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/6849374392600823715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/05/prayers-please.html' title='Prayers please...'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-5714049105847446934</id><published>2011-02-23T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:02:19.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid dishwasher detergent</title><content type='html'>So, pretty much all last year I was trying to figure out what was causing my boys eczema to flare up. Eczema is a crazy thing, it's an allergic reaction to something... finding that 'something' can be overwhelming and at times feel impossible. I have read HUNDREDS of different natural ways to get rid of this condition. Somewhere along the way I ran across an article about a girl who discovered that her eczema was caused by the dishwasher soap she was using for her dishes... crazy!!! So because I am willing to try stuff and this sounded very easy to do, I decided to make my own dishwasher detergent. Although it didn't really make a difference with the boys skin, I really, really like it! It's easy, inexpensive and works incredible. It's very 'green'... I really don't like how that sounds! Really, I do care about the environment but it is definitely not my first concern(anything green I do is undone because of the fact that my boys are not potty trained). If it's better for my family, that is why I do these things :) &lt;div&gt;Here's the recipe: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Georgia, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;1 1/2 cups water                                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Georgia, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;1/2 cup distilled white vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Georgia, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;1/4 cup liquid castile soap&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons pure lemon juice (&lt;em&gt;not concentrate&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon washing soda&lt;br /&gt;**10-15 drops antibacterial essential oil, if using an unscented castile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Georgia, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;extra white vinegar for the rinse cycle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Georgia, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;In a small saucepan, combine water and vinegar over medium heat. Bring to just boiling and then reduce to low heat. Add each additional ingredient, one at a time, whisking as you go. Make sure everything is dissolved before removing from heat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Allow to cool and then transfer to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;nobr style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Georgia, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;a id="FALINK_1_0_0" class="FAAdLink" href="http://bonzaiaphrodite.com/2010/02/natural-homemade-liquid-dishwasher-detergent/#" style="color: rgb(18, 173, 18); text-decoration: underline !important; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; background-color: transparent !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(28, 125, 255) !important; border-bottom-style: solid !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; display: inline !important; "&gt;storage container&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;. When completely cooled the solution will separate into two layers, so shake it up real good before use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bonzaiaphrodite.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/IMG_1736.jpg" style="color: rgb(18, 173, 18); text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: Georgia, Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bonzaiaphrodite.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/IMG_1736.jpg" alt="IMG_1736" title="IMG_1736" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4075" style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I use 2-3 tablespoons per load. I also fill the machine’s rinse indicator with white vinegar – a very important step. Don’t skip this part! It will keep the dished ‘soap-scum-free’ and extra sparkle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-5714049105847446934?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/5714049105847446934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=5714049105847446934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/5714049105847446934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/5714049105847446934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/02/liquid-dishwasher-detergent.html' title='Liquid dishwasher detergent'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-8119849977278251925</id><published>2011-02-21T06:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T07:07:07.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8N13KORExs/TWJ_iQ5_COI/AAAAAAAAAis/3x2qv78kwxc/s1600/260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8N13KORExs/TWJ_iQ5_COI/AAAAAAAAAis/3x2qv78kwxc/s400/260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576159515268548834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since we made the very difficult decision to take Levi off of his medications. I feel bad that I haven't blogged about it every step of the way. I love reading blogs, but for some reason I feel like I can't blog because I may offend someone. I can be pretty blunt at times. BUT, I have decided, with the encouragement of some friends, that I will let you in on whats been going on here:) &lt;div&gt;What led to my almost nervous brake down was a meeting we had with Levi's ENT(ear nose and throat) Doctor describing the path to Levi's recovery from surgery. Now I know that they always feel the need to tell you the worst case scenario, I get that. But this was beyond that, it was a dark, back whole that we were going to have to walk into. I know that life experiences make you stronger, but when it came down to it, I couldn't imagine having to 'walk through the valley of shadow of death' again... and that is exactly how I felt. To top it off Levi's gastro-intestinal Doctor put him on a steroid that we were to mix with  FIVE packs of splenda twice a day... Yes, that's 10 packs of splenda a day for a two year old, how long? Oh, we would have his esophagus checked again in 6 months and see if it was better, if not we could keep him on it longer... I still get a little furious when I think back on this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crazy thing about Levi's treatment is that on the outside he looked good. His reflux was controlled for the most part(any time it wasn't, they would just up his dose of medication or add another one when they couldn't), we had a nice steroid cream to keep both of their eczema under control, a great high calorie drink that was helping him get nice and chubby... but still, every time he would have his airway scoped it would look exactly the same as it had when he first got his trache. Red, swollen and inflamed. My baby could not eat a bite of baby food without gagging at age two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what I have learned about medication and steroids this past year. If you need them, you need them and they are great to have around. BUT many times it sounds like you need them and you really don't. They lie to your body and tell you that everything is fine and on the outside everything is fine. But it's a double edged sworded that is both helping you and killing you! When the babies were in the NICU we understood this, it was what we had to do to save their lives. But why doesn't the treatment change when it isn't a life or death situation? Maybe it's because we like something fast, efficient, and something covered by insurance. We don't think about having to pay for the future consequences. And it's one thing to let yourself pay, but it's a completely different story when it's your baby that is paying the price. So, I had enough, more than enough. I realize now that it was totally God saving us from the path we were on and leading us a totally different way. The only reason we were able to make the change was because we were so fed up! And what we had coming was worse than what we had already been through! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so good, He brings us to such a painful place to help us change courses. And although it is so incredibly painful at times, without this we wouldn't have the courage to make any changes. This is also what I have realized, not everyone is ready for this, because you haven't been through enough to get you to the point of readiness, you may never have a need to. It may be to great of a sacrifice. For us it was more of a matter of choosing true healing, that comes from the Lord and giving up the lies that satisfy for a moment but lead to death.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful, so, so thankful and I'll tell you all about it! But hey, only if you want to listen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-8119849977278251925?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/8119849977278251925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=8119849977278251925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8119849977278251925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8119849977278251925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/02/lie-to-me.html' title='Lie to me'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8N13KORExs/TWJ_iQ5_COI/AAAAAAAAAis/3x2qv78kwxc/s72-c/260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-3308016026635290177</id><published>2011-02-14T11:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:29:47.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running from arrows</title><content type='html'>This morning the boys and I went to run errands.  I had a ton of stops and everywhere I went I kinda had to hurry the boys along. I kept hearing Jesse tell Levi "run brother! Run from the arrows!", had no idea what he was talking about. He started asking me if we were going to have to keep running from the arrows and finally I realized, I had told them that we had to hurry because we had a lot of errands to run... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. That was for you Em! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-3308016026635290177?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/3308016026635290177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=3308016026635290177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/3308016026635290177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/3308016026635290177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2011/02/running-from-arrows.html' title='Running from arrows'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-5634611744694659060</id><published>2010-11-08T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:14:11.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/TNhZ_wiyXnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/MaOzccJAJQQ/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/TNhZ_wiyXnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/MaOzccJAJQQ/s400/066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537274693749464690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/TNhZ_m56biI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ayY0PznGYTQ/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/TNhZ_m56biI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ayY0PznGYTQ/s400/026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537274691162107426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/TNhZ_QPBieI/AAAAAAAAAh0/yiJ4nbhaj2Y/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/TNhZ_QPBieI/AAAAAAAAAh0/yiJ4nbhaj2Y/s400/058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537274685076638178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Again, a very late update! So sorry, I always think I will do better about ‘staying in touch’. I love reading other people’s blogs and always think that I should try and be one of the ones that does better about keeping everyone up to date with stuff. I think that in my case, I get overwhelmed about everything going on and have soooo much to write that I end up not writing at all! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We have continued to be so blessed. God has done amazing things in our lives, HE is so good! The boys are, well… their just incredible! They continue to grow and learn and smile, they are always, always smiling. They are hilarious! It is crazy to think that they are almost three. I thought that they weren’t really ready to be three, for one, they spent their first year of life just fighting to stay alive! It seems unrealistic to expect them to be caught up with other kids their age. They have been doing a lot of evaluations through the school system since they are aging out of the Early Intervention Program that they have been a part of since birth. It turns out that it is me that is not ready for them to be three. Yes, they are still smaller than most almost three year olds, but they are so smart! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They have been a little sick for the past three days, so last night I was holding Jesse and I started remembering how small he was, last year, the year before, the first time I held him! But their my babies? How are they getting so big?! Sometimes they will tell me that their big boys(or they’ll say their a cat, zebra, puppy, cow, you name it!) but other times they will say ‘yes, mommy I’m your baby’!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Melts my heart. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This has been a very busy month for us, with all the testing for the boys. In two weeks Levi will have another procedure. A scope of his airway, lungs and esophagus. Two days after that, my babies will be turning three! Two and a half weeks after that we get to visit home, It will be Levi’s first time. Of course I am thrilled, they’re excited too! Levi keeps getting mad when we come home because he says he wanted to go to Mexico! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We have continued in our ‘healthier’ lifestyle. Levi isn’t on any medication. Unfortunately we have not been successful in getting their skin nice and healthy. Their eczema continues to be a daily battle. This &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;makes me feel that his esophagus won’t look great when they scope him. But, he does continue to improve with his eating. It’s crazy to think that last year he would only take tiny little bites of baby food, by force and then throw up! The gagging is gone completely… God is so good… He’s always talking, he even tries to sing! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the 9 months that we have been not following doctors orders, I have learned a lot about myself and what I truly desire. First of all I must say, doctors are great! I love many of them! But what they have to offer is what I don’t like. I want healing, and that only comes from God. Restoration… I want my Fathers hand to touch my sons airway and restore it. I don’t want a surgeon to share in God’s glory and I definitely don’t want their side effects. BUT, God is in control and HE knows the desires of my heart and He also knows what’s best for us and what will bring HIM the most glory. I will continue to ask and beg and seek His healing hand until He tells me to stop, until He closes the door. I have so much hope, even though my eyes show me not to, I have hope because I know my GOD and what He says He will do for His children. It’s going to be good, it’s going to be amazing! We don’t get His timing, but even then we know that it is perfect. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you all so much for your continued prayers, for lifting up our most precious gifts to the Father, for walking this walk with us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-5634611744694659060?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/5634611744694659060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=5634611744694659060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/5634611744694659060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/5634611744694659060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2010/11/again-very-late-update-so-sorry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/TNhZ_wiyXnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/MaOzccJAJQQ/s72-c/066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-8099382454541462012</id><published>2010-10-30T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:56:36.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very late update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/TMxqSaaO38I/AAAAAAAAAhs/6yYMisv_2xo/s1600/162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/TMxqSaaO38I/AAAAAAAAAhs/6yYMisv_2xo/s320/162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533914906691035074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/TMxqSe6SSDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/1UQRfyInixk/s1600/155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/TMxqSe6SSDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/1UQRfyInixk/s320/155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533914907899217970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this on my wedding anniversary, my computer was not working so I never posted it. But, here it is, only a couple weeks late! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5 years ago today I married the man of my dreams. It was a beautiful wedding, with 16 little bridesmaids, my two best friends and my future sister in laws. The weather was perfect, and although there was a little mess up with the sound system, it was perfect. But why oh why did my dad preach about hardship? About this invisible war that we are in? I didn’t think much about it then…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had such a wonderful ‘dating’ time, getting to know each other was so much fun. Life was so exciting, and I couldn’t wait to start my new life as a married woman… if only I would have known!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my husband! I LOVE being married to him and he is the ONLY one for me. The craziness has come from our circumstances, which we have absolutely no control over. And we’re learning to deal well in the midst of those circumstances. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From day three of our marriage, the battle began and hit hard. Yes it’s slowed down this past year but now we deal with all the hurt and brokenness, and that’s no fun! I’m doing a Beth Moore Bible study and we were learning about fire and gold. When it’s first put into the fire it looks like a piece of charcoal, after all the outside stuff burns off, it looks beautiful! But if it’s left longer something else starts happening, what’s inside the gold, the impurities start coming out! I know this is what’s happened to me! And no, it’s not fun to live with me when my impurities are at the surface.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brian has been my best friend, at times my worst enemy. I have admired him and been ashamed of him. Some days I feel like I could not love him more, and other days like I can’t love him! He has been a shoulder to lean on, and at times that’s all I get! I could go on and on with this. But you get the picture!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I wish our circumstances could have been a little more normal. I see couples that haven’t been through ANYTHING and I envy them. But at the same time, maybe we are getting over the worst to be able to enjoy what’s next more fully… Hmmm, I sure hope so!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In 5 years we survived a hurricane on our honeymoon, cared for 16 little girls with scarlet fever while my parents were away, lived 9 months in the mountains with me being on the verge of throwing up from being so car sick, started two adoptions, got our hearts broken right away with the first one. Got pregnant and very, very sick, as in couldn’t even hold water down! Traveled to a different country to give birth to my two 1 ½ pound babies. Fought against death itself for 3 months, spent the next year with no sleep, the year after that trying to figure what the heck had just happened and grieving for all that I had lost, at the same time feeling guilty for not just celebrating everything that we have. This past year has been about healing, accepting the things that cannot be changed, making new friends, learning how to fit in this culture, missing my home and everything that comes with it. Learning to be joyful always, and realizing that sometimes our hearts will always be a little broken. It’s okay to be sad, even when in the presence of the purest joy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I see pictures of our wedding day and I am shocked at how young, joyful and beautiful we were! It’s amazing what 5 crazy years can do to you. But I pray that this is just the effect of what’s surfacing and that in the next 5 years we will gain some of that beauty from our youth, from our previous less complicated life. It’s been a hard run, but it’s been a good one. God is good, always. His purposes are eternal and he is molding us in His image, how incredibly humbling is that! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-8099382454541462012?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/8099382454541462012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=8099382454541462012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8099382454541462012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8099382454541462012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2010/10/very-late-update.html' title='A very late update'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/TMxqSaaO38I/AAAAAAAAAhs/6yYMisv_2xo/s72-c/162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-57828112992900037</id><published>2010-05-19T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:12:14.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S_Qvs6Z9lcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EpUbfUnuCdI/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473051895800894914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S_Qvs6Z9lcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EpUbfUnuCdI/s200/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S_Qvs6Z9lcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EpUbfUnuCdI/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My aunt told me 'don't worry, better days are coming soon'... I hoped for those 'better days' but some days it felt like they would never get here. I have going around in circles. &lt;div&gt;When we realized that Levi would need his trache longer than we had expected and hoped for, I decided to let my hair grow. I wanted something physical to mark me, just like my son had his trache. And the day he gets it out I would cut my hair and the long and difficult season would be over. The longest I thought this process would last was 6 months. Then a year. Then two years. We have now entered into 2 and 1/2 years and the end is not really in sight. As most of you know, we didn't get the news that we were expecting from Levi's Doctors at Vanderbuilt. The change that we have seen, was not as evident as we hoped for and really, expected. So they sent me a couple of messages saying that we will return to give Levi his 10 packs of Splenda a day with the steroid. And 14 days of antibiotics just in case... I. Was. Furious.... just because they didn't see much change doesn't mean that what I have seen every day for the past two months isn't real. He is a different boy! He is eating, that is a Miracle! He is not throwing up after every meal. That is another miracle! He isn't gaging and chocking on every bite he eats, yet another miracle! But they spend 15 minutes with him in an operating room and determine that there is no improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S_Qvsg19F-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/2kgQDlGhoPc/s1600/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473051888938981346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S_Qvsg19F-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/2kgQDlGhoPc/s200/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S_Qvsg19F-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/2kgQDlGhoPc/s1600/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have experienced freedom like never before. Or maybe this is what I used to feel but hadn't since the boys' birth. Yesterday I told Levi's ENT(ear nose and throat Doctor) what was on my mind and heart. It was awesome! I didn't want to be disrespectful, and I don't think I was. But I did show SOME of my frustration. The funny thing is that he told me not to wait till I was over the edge before talking to them... I told him that had happened three months ago and this was me cooled off. He then thanked me for waiting! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S_QvsNRRMFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/58dslF-gUo0/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473051883684835410" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S_QvsNRRMFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/58dslF-gUo0/s200/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S_QvsNRRMFI/AAAAAAAAAgU/58dslF-gUo0/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, freedom... Healing... a New Season... Thank you GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-57828112992900037?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/57828112992900037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=57828112992900037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/57828112992900037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/57828112992900037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-season.html' title='Long season'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S_Qvs6Z9lcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EpUbfUnuCdI/s72-c/096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-7121248799308646706</id><published>2010-05-09T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:24:37.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tomorrow is a big day, Levi will have his 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; or 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;? I can’t remember! He will have another bronchoscope. For the past 2 weeks I’ve been trying very hard not to lose my focus. To not let my emotions rule my life. To not let anything get in the way of my hope, my faith. Boy has it been a battle! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’ve been reminding myself to meditate on the Word of God, the only thing that cannot be changed no matter what. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;GOD is in control…. GOD IS IN CONTROL!!! His ways have not made much sense to me these past two and a half years. But they are good, they are perfect. And we are trusting in HIM. No matter what they see tomorrow we are trusting in God’s goodness and His perfect plan for our lives. For our baby boy's life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Levi and Jesse are doing so good. They are growing and changing every day, they talk and sign non-stop! They are constantly running and jumping and getting scrapped knees… they are such a joy! Levi has continued to do so, so well with the change in diet. He hasn’t required any medicine and is eating like never before. God is so good… we are so thankful for this new Doctor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, tomorrow we are praying that the Doctors will see what we have been seeing. We are praying for his airway to be healed. We have never gotten a good report from this procedure. They have always seen the exact same thing every time they have checked, but we are praying that tomorrow will be totally different. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are so thankful for what God has already done and the healing that has already started. Every time Levi willingly opens his mouth to eat, we praise God… every time we hear his precious voice, we feel like we have just witnessed a miracle. Thank you all so much for your prayers… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-7121248799308646706?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/7121248799308646706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=7121248799308646706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7121248799308646706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7121248799308646706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2010/05/tomorrow-is-big-day-levi-will-have-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-1814943601544142604</id><published>2010-03-04T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:22:14.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We decided to try something different… something new for us since the boys were born, and something that we hadn’t even seen as an option.&lt;br /&gt;To start, let me just say that we have felt like we’ve been going around in circles with Levi’s airway problems. EVERY single time that he has been checked, since he was three months old, they have seen NO change at all in his airway. 1-2 mm in diameter, irritated and inflamed airway. That sounds so painful! And for a two year old to live like that? Not okay!&lt;br /&gt;So, a very dear friend of ours was visiting TN for a few weeks and got to spend a few days with us. It was a God sent thing! She and her family lived on the ranch with us for several years, they were in charge of the boys children’s home part of the ministry. Part of the reason that they had to leave was that their daughter had a lot of health issues. Mostly related to allergies. She WAS allergic to everything. So they tried something completely different. They were scared about this, they were uncomfortable and nervous… but they tried it because nothing had worked for her up till then. They went to a ‘natural’ healer person(I‘m not sure what her title is exactly). This lady in Missouri is actually a Christian. After seeing Chelsea, my friend, and remembering how her health used to be, and the pain she used to be in (at 12 years old sometimes she couldn‘t even get out of bed because of her pain!) I was ready to load the boys up and start driving to see this lady ,(plus I really wanted to go anyway to see my friends:)&lt;br /&gt;After talking to Brian, we decided to look around a little closer than 9 hours away. I was a little upset about this because I knew that this particular lady had really helped my friends and I trusted her because of it. I couldn’t even imagine going to someone totally random and assuming they weren’t just nuts. But it did make sense to try a little closer first and I did talk on the phone with the lady that my friend saw and kinda new a little of what I needed to look for.&lt;br /&gt;SO, I called another friend to ask for help and see if she knew anyone that she could recommend. She didn’t but said she would start looking. And she did… and she found someone. We met with her a week and a half ago. And let me just say, I feel enlightened. Everything she said made perfect sense. Brian and I were completely blown away by it all. I feel hopeful and like we can finally move foreword in getting Levi’s airway healthy. We are sooooo thankful. We thank God for you all and your prayers, we ask that you would continue to pray for God to give us wisdom and discernment. We have stepped outside our comfort zone (what had become our comfort zone) and feel like we are perusing something better. Nothing has worked up till now so we feel we have nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;What the Doctor was saying is that it’s all about giving Levi the right nutrients and taking away the things that are harming him. Nothing new for me personally, since my mom loves everything that is natural and healthy. For some reason we have always felt like, when it comes to the boys, Doctors know best. Things that my family would have NEVER been okay with, they have all felt like it was the only option. And I’m not saying that the Doctors don’t know best. Without them and their knowledge, our babies would not be here today. God has used them in a mighty way and continues to do so. But for now, we feel like this is a good option, a better one...&lt;br /&gt;We love you all so much, I have felt so encouraged and up lifted by your words and prayers. Thank you. Thank you all so much for walking this walk with us. We are so grateful for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-1814943601544142604?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/1814943601544142604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=1814943601544142604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/1814943601544142604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/1814943601544142604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-decided-to-try-something-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-6912854660985566952</id><published>2010-02-15T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:45:37.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday’s meeting… it was hard, most of you have realized that by now! On Saturday morning I wrote an update in Spanish and was planning on finishing that one and then writing it in English. I wasn’t counting on how hard it was going to be to re-live all that the doctors had said, so I could only do that one. I was a mess the rest of the day. Really, I allowed myself to mourn and grieve for two days. After that, Brian and I had a really good talk and Church was amazing (convicting/encouraging). So, I think I can now write this update without ‘losing’ it all over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right now, the main goal is to figure out what Levi is allergic to. It is allergies, and not reflux that has caused the damage in his esophagus. We are working on getting an appointment for him. Once we figure out what it is he is alergic to and start treating him for it, he will need to be rechecked in the OR. Unfortunately. The doctor said that this may be a very difficult process because Levi’s allergies are only affecting his esophagus and nothing else. The only way to know if he’s getting better is to look inside him. He said that it’s very possible that we will need to remove the 6 most common food allergens from his diet, check him to see if he’s improved and then add one at a time, checking him again every time we add one of the foods. The reason why we would possibly need to do this is because it may not show in tests what he’s allergic to. If it weren’t for his trache, we would probably never even know he had food allergies. We will take one step at a time… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The harder news came before all this. The ENT(ear, nose and throat) described what the actual surgery was going to be like, the one to remove the damaged part of the trachea. First of all, he will not, and can not do the surgery until Levi’s allergies are 110% under control. So when he is scoped and there is no irritation whatsoever, we will wait 2 more months, and then try it. We are totally fine with this and understand it perfectly well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once he does do this big surgery, the chances of Levi  going through it with no problems are 1 in 100. (Steph, this is only because of the particular surgery that Levi will require. Most trache kids don’t need this major one). The doctor told us to expect it to be like it was in the beginning, when the boys were first born, many ups and downs. Only it could last years. He said that it could be continuous visits to the OR, weeks of being sedated and many, many more scopes. He said it would be a very long and hard process.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I think of this, two things come to mind. 1) The pain, sadness and sorrow I felt this last time he has checked. Him waking up from this last procedure was torturous for me. I don’t know why, but it’s getting harder and harder to see him go through this. I guess it’s because he was so alive, happy and joyful on his way to the hospital, and once we got there he was just amazing! He doesn’t understand why he wakes up feeling so miserable. This was only a small procedure to check him…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2) I re-lived the NICU days. Although there were only 113 days, it feels like I only existed for moments before those days, and since then time has gone by flying! But those days were eternal, death was at our door, waiting… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We were there, at the hospital, for less than 4 months… those months almost destroyed my life, my marriage… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Putting the two together, and then realizing that it could last years? I wept, I grieved, I re-lived the pain, the sorrow. I KNOW that I can not survive this process. I don’t want to, I don’t want to have to be strong enough. I do not want to endure. I want to give up. I don’t want to have to find strength… I want to give up… But I won’t. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday at Church, I felt like God was explaining to me that HE IS preparing us for the battle that lies ahead. And that HE WILL see us through it. I feel like we will be entering the valley of the shadow of death all over again. Only this time it will be longer, harder. But WE WILL continue walking foreward, maybe sometimes crawling. And though we fall 100 times, we will stand back up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This last year has been a year of healing, for me personally, for our marriage… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The boys birth caught us completely of guard, and like I said before, it almost destroyed us. But this time we are being prepared, because we are going to need it in order to survive and shine all the way through it… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thank God for all those that He has put in our lives to walk and pray us through this. We love you…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-6912854660985566952?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/6912854660985566952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=6912854660985566952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/6912854660985566952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/6912854660985566952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2010/02/fridays-meeting-it-was-hard-most-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-7860906350268181301</id><published>2010-02-09T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:38:12.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skarlett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S3I3yzpuZ0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/ArGaNXrKtok/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S3I3yzpuZ0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/ArGaNXrKtok/s320/078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436469046187812674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S3I3yPIctcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/oKW1_ykcpGA/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S3I3yPIctcI/AAAAAAAAAf0/oKW1_ykcpGA/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436469036384564674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S3I3x1SspBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/MTifbQYrMGA/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S3I3x1SspBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/MTifbQYrMGA/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436469029448229906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S3I3xdBs57I/AAAAAAAAAfk/CufpxTsNWBo/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S3I3xdBs57I/AAAAAAAAAfk/CufpxTsNWBo/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436469022934493106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse and Levi LOVE this girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-7860906350268181301?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/7860906350268181301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=7860906350268181301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7860906350268181301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/7860906350268181301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2010/02/skarlett.html' title='Skarlett'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S3I3yzpuZ0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/ArGaNXrKtok/s72-c/078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-1246296819896815649</id><published>2010-01-26T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:45:50.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Levi</title><content type='html'>Okay, first of all I would like to thank you all for your faithful prayers and uplifting words of encouragement. It truly is an amazing and comforting feeling to know that so many people are with us on this… still, even after two+ years.&lt;br /&gt;Levi was so amazing through this entire procedure. He was all smiles, friendly and not afraid. We feel so very proud of him! We were waiting for 3 ½ hours before they took him. He hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since the night before, people were constantly coming into the room asking questions and explaining their part in the procedure. And, oh my gosh! I think that when it was over 10 people had to come and talk to us! But like I said before, he had smiles for every single one of them! It was very sweet and just what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;The official report on Levi is… that there really isn’t one just yet! The gastro-Doctor took samplings of his esophagus to test for allergies and the pulmonary-Doctor took samplings from his lungs to check for possibly dangerous bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;What we found out yesterday was:&lt;br /&gt;1. His lungs look good, we need to wait and see if anything grows in the culture that they are doing, but so far this is not going to be a problem and will not slow the process down for the surgery to remove the trach tube.&lt;br /&gt;2. The ENT said that there is still a lot of irritation and inflammation in his airway and that the narrowing of his airway is very significant, we already knew that. It’s still only about 2 mm in diameter. We did find out that this narrowing is 1 ½ cm deep. Not too good. But, it doesn’t really change that much. It’s pretty much the same surgery that we already knew he would need.&lt;br /&gt;3. His reflux is still pretty bad. There are signs of damage in his esophagus and there is still a lot of irritation from it. Not good. What’s even worse is that it may be allergies. The reason that this would be really bad is that Levi has no outward sign of food allergies. Sometimes it is impossible to find out what one is allergic to and since the only sign of it is inside him, it makes it pretty hard to see if it’s getting better. He said that sometimes they take the 6 most common food allergies and then add them back one at a time to see which one it is. BUT, again, it’s inside his esophagus that we would need to see to know is something makes it worse or better. Anyway, we will have to wait on those tests to try to figure out a plan of action.&lt;br /&gt;So, the report wasn’t what we hoped for. And although I am not trying to sound pessimistic, we were not surprised. Really we will have to have to wait for the results to come back and for our appointment on the 12th of February where we will discuss the plan of action.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has really changed, God is still in control, He has a plan, a perfect one. His timing is perfect, not ours but PERFECT and we are okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;So, we do ask you to continue to pray for healing and restoration… I got to admit, it’s getting harder and harder to watch Levi wake up after being put under. He is such a happy boy and so sweet, it just really kills me for him to have to go through these things. I thought it was the hardest when he was tiny, but now that he kinda knows what’s going on, but not really, it’s even harder! He doesn’t understand why we take him to a hospital when he feels great and then he wakes up hurting and confused. This time he had a pH probe put in his nose(it was a little tube that went half way into his esophagus and was connected to a small computerized machine). He had to have it in for 24 hours to measure the amount of refluxing that he’s doing. Not fun… not fun at all! He had to have a brace on each arm to prevent him from bending his elbows and pulling the tube out of his nose. Anyway, this morning we went back to Vanderbuilt to get it out. Again, he did great!&lt;br /&gt;We’re so glad that this is over for now. We need to rest…&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;Brian, Rochelle, Jesse and Levi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Jesse stayed with Bee-Bee and Papa-razzi (Brenda and Leland) and had a wonderful time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-1246296819896815649?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/1246296819896815649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=1246296819896815649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/1246296819896815649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/1246296819896815649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2010/01/update-on-levi.html' title='Update on Levi'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-1601624693959958779</id><published>2010-01-19T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:46:23.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for Levi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S1aKjkKKgrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UgqvDuYl_Ho/s1600-h/IMG_9946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S1aKjkKKgrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UgqvDuYl_Ho/s400/IMG_9946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428678744448074418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S1aKjkKKgrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UgqvDuYl_Ho/s1600-h/IMG_9946.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S1aKjGMwiuI/AAAAAAAAAe8/X5E50IO69mQ/s1600-h/trip+to+CA+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S1aKjGMwiuI/AAAAAAAAAe8/X5E50IO69mQ/s400/trip+to+CA+055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428678736405891810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a little bit selfish sending this update asking for prayer for Levi. With everything going on in Haiti, our problems seem so small. And we do have so much to be thankful for. We have two amazingly happy, healthy little boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on Monday January 25th Levi will be having another procedure. Three different Doctors will be scoping his airway. It’s different from the ones he has had in the past. His regular ENT will be measuring the depth of  the scar tissue in his airway, a Gastro-intestinal Doctor will be assessing the damage that his Reflux has caused and how bad it still is, and a Pulmonalogist will go deep into his lungs to check them(he will be ‘flushing‘ them to check and see what bacteria lives in them). Levi’s trache was described to me as a ‘highway for infection and bacteria’. We have been so blessed in that he was not had problems with this, but that doesn’t mean that bacteria doesn’t exist in his lungs. One of my main concerns is that his ENT Doctor said that he would not operate on Levi’s trachea if there is still MRSA bacteria in his lungs. This was the staph infection that they both got when they were a week old. The problem is that Levi did have this before in his lungs and still has problems every once in a while with pustules on his skin. The last one he had was really bad. The only way to get rid of this on your skin is to basically bathe in chlorine water for a week, at the same time you have to disinfect with bleach absolutely everything that you come in contact with… pretty much impossible! The other problem has been with the reflux. They can’t do any type of surgery on his airway if it will later get damaged by the acid reflux. We have thought that it’s been under control for the past year, but every time that Doctor Goudy(ENT) has looked at his airway there have been signs of irritation from it. It some times takes years to outgrow this and some people don’t. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we are going in with no real expectations… Hoping for the best, yes… We know Who is in control and we also realize that no matter what happens on the 25th, we will be okay. I never thought I would get to this point, I feel like I’ve been fighting it for two years! But I now accept God’s will, even if it doesn’t mean that my son will be healed. God is good, He is perfect. We gave our lives to HIM, we will follow(or stay) where He wants us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all so much for your prayers and Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian and Rochelle  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-1601624693959958779?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/1601624693959958779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=1601624693959958779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/1601624693959958779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/1601624693959958779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-little-bit-selfish-sending-this.html' title='Prayer for Levi...'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/S1aKjkKKgrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UgqvDuYl_Ho/s72-c/IMG_9946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-6052886413529318789</id><published>2009-08-31T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:18:31.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI'; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"In You, O LORD, I put my trust; Let me never be ashamed; deliver me in Your righteousness. Bow down Your ear to me, Deliver me speedily; be my rock of refuge, a fortress of defense to save me. For You are my rock and my fortress; therefore, for Your name's sake, lead me and guide me"&lt;/strong&gt; (Psalm 31:1-3).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Please be in prayer for us as we await a verdict with the upcoming hearing. Pray for Lic. Chávez, our attorney, to present a good defense, please pray for favor with the judge, (this lady with a reputation of not being very kind). Pray for the MP (public minister) not to arraign, but above all, pray for God's perfect will to be accomplished!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Dan would like to request permission to speak to the judge that day (Friday, September 4th). Above all, he wants to be a witness of God's love to this lady. He is praying for God to give him the words to say to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Thank you so much. My family and some members of our congregation will be fasting as well as in prayer that day. You are welcome to join us, if you wish...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Ana &amp;amp; Roshon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-6052886413529318789?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/6052886413529318789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=6052886413529318789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/6052886413529318789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/6052886413529318789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-1159928577081663329</id><published>2009-04-12T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:10:03.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SeIVQCYDh9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/dYFjU_qVLQI/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323841074765203410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SeIVQCYDh9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/dYFjU_qVLQI/s200/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday is my favorite day of the year. I just love it! Growing up in Mexico we didn't do the Easter bunny, nor did we do candy or presents, we didn't get a 'Easter outfit'. I remember a few Easter egg hunts, but I had no idea that it was because of Easter... just that it was for fun!  &lt;div&gt;Easter is just so much more, when I think about GOD the Father giving HIS ONLY son to die in the hands of horrible, disgusting people... His precious son, tortured willingly for you, for me. I can't describe with words how that makes me feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Mexico, we get up at 4 in the morning and start climbing a mountain, Cerro Prieto. It's just so beautiful and it makes me feel so alive, alive in Christ. Last night I was talking to my mom and she told me they weren't going to climb the mountain this year. It literally brought me to tears. My parents have been living a nightmare. They are in the fire, they have been for a while now. They have made me so proud because they are still standing, full of integrity, showing the world how a child of God deals with the hardest of situations. But they are human and they do get tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning after we got back from the Sunrise service I had a message from my dad, he called me from the mountain! I thank God for His love and mercy and faithfulness. He has conquered even death. The battle has already been won, all that is left is to walk according to His will, in His love and strength. Living in HIM... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May God fill you this day with His LIFE and may His glory surround you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-1159928577081663329?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/1159928577081663329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=1159928577081663329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/1159928577081663329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/1159928577081663329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!!'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SeIVQCYDh9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/dYFjU_qVLQI/s72-c/085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-8394870992821888764</id><published>2009-04-11T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:57:43.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The inevitable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SeC9sjADONI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7vDHl9F_4SY/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SeC9sjADONI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7vDHl9F_4SY/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323463332559272146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You know your sons are going to grow up to be little red necks when their aunt is teaching them to shoot their favorite ducks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SeC9sf9wSmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/IUh5Ns19WKI/s1600-h/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SeC03tlxciI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NluJAWrqxN8/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323453628775756322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SeC03aDgiFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UMqrho8X2hY/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SeC03aDgiFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UMqrho8X2hY/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323453623531767890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SeC03Imwg7I/AAAAAAAAAV0/BgjMO4B2ohk/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SeC03Imwg7I/AAAAAAAAAV0/BgjMO4B2ohk/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323453618847777714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian has a hard time leaving for work... can you blame him???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-8669723135485253671?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/8669723135485253671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=8669723135485253671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8669723135485253671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8669723135485253671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-to-work.html' title='Going to work'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SeC03tlxciI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NluJAWrqxN8/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-1820318952158513236</id><published>2009-04-07T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:58:08.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 lb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/Sdu-Ugk8umI/AAAAAAAAAVs/E2j6yv4nhcQ/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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direction: ltr; font-family: 'MS Sans Serif'; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Oh, give thanks to the Lord! Call upon His name; make known His deeds among the peoples!&lt;/strong&gt; (1Ch 16:8)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Well, where should I start...? We have been waiting on the Lord, but at the same time knocking on all the doors we could think of. WE WANT OUT GIRLS BACK! We kept saying. Yesterday was Trini's 14th birthday (one of the girls DIF took), we wanted so bad to get permission to visit her, to bring a birthday cake to her. We could not get a permission. We bought a cake and sent it with a note...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Today, again, we kept making phone calls, seeing people in Navojoa, but really nothing we could see, seemed to be happening....the lawyer in charge of DIF Navojoa, told us again, how much she wanted to help us, how she had no problem with us seeing the girls, even getting them back, but had to wait for the proper authorities to do the investigation, and till they said everything was okay, she really couldn't grant us a permission to even see them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Back home today, although we were sad, we were still convinced God was on the throne,  just Dan &amp;amp; myself were here, (Carla, Marilú &amp;amp; Lolis were in Navojoa with Cindy and her children), when one of the lawyers that  searched our house on Friday, showed up with the District Attorney from Hermosillo in charge of the investigation. Wow! We were pretty amazed this important man had come to see us in our house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;They sat with us, drank coffee, and we talked. He told us that as soon as the report had gotten to him, he knew right away we were victims, and that there was nothing to accuse us about. He said that that was why nothing had transpired in the news, they didn't want to harm us in any way, he said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The adoptions, including Trini's, were done illegally, and will have to be done again, the birth certificates will be revoked. But he said, (the District Attorney), that he will personally make sure that the procedures, having to be done again, are done quickly. He told us he would be our spokesman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;He said that us being so willing to cooperate with the authorities right away was a sure sign of our innocence too. We greatly rejoice in our Lord, our Defender, our Deliverer! I know many of you are right now rejoicing with us too! THANK YOU, ALL OF YOU FOR YOUR AWESOME SUPPORT TO US IN THIS TIME OF ANGUISH! WOW! WHAT TRUE FRINEDS WE HAVE IN ALL OF YOU!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Tomorrow we will present ourselves to declare against Lic. Ceballos. I know you will be praying for us and for that I am so thankful. We want to glorify our Lord in all that we do, and in all that we say, may the Lord help us to do just that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img height="295" src="http://sn106w.snt106.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.87/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d32c84697-0ad7-4fb7-941c-387a7fb66936.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3dMTAwXzMxNjVfMzYweDQ4MC5qcGc_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a09AB308B-5720-4551-9FA5-F26D250D537A&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.10.8&amp;amp;d=d5330&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_bbf86b2066af66e3b7ae01f25063b7e39c07ae4f8d67b5afa1926f20cdc96fd2" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Daniel's perspective: It's truly been a difficult time knowing that the girls are not at home where they belong. It's so hard to not be able to protect and defend your children when the authorities are involved. I know that our Redeemer, our Rock and our Refuge is God Almighty and He neither sleeps nor slumbers. I haven't been able to sleep myself so I've had a lot of time for prayer. I want to thank first of all our God. He has surrounded us with people that love us and have been laboring in prayer. In the second place I want to thank all of you for praying with us and waging war against the enemy. The battle isn't over. The girls will hopefully be home tomorrow and then we will be able to truly rest. Then of course, the battle will continue for their souls. &lt;br /&gt;Again, thanks and please keep the prayer cover up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Maranatha! Jesus come soon!&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;Daniel &amp;amp; Ana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="EC_INCREDIFOOTER" width="100%"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="EC_INCREDISOUND" valign="bottom" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="EC_INCREDIANIM" valign="bottom" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom" width="100%"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" style="width: 100%; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img id="EC_INCREDISETASATTACH" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://sn106w.snt106.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.85.87/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d066aac34-084e-4a77-a8ae-731ee5346858.gif%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3dY2lyY2xlZm9vdGVyLmdpZg_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a30859DC2-2174-484B-9260-E9087565D327&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.13.10.8&amp;amp;d=d5330&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_bbf86b2066af66e3b7ae01f25063b7e39c07ae4f8d67b5afa1926f20cdc96fd2" align="baseline" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-2701561053963915134?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/2701561053963915134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=2701561053963915134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/2701561053963915134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/2701561053963915134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2009/03/hopeful-news-from-rancho-maranatha.html' title='Hopeful news from Rancho Maranatha'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-8978514052764765854</id><published>2009-02-28T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:03:13.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>URGENT PRAYER REQUEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Segoe UI'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="ExternalClass" id="MsgContainer" style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;table id="EC_INCREDIMAINTABLE" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="EC_INCREDITEXTREGION" valign="top" width="100%" style="font-size: 14pt; direction: ltr; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;div&gt; From my parents:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial Black;"&gt;"Therefore I will look to the Lord; I will wait for the God of my salvation; my God will hear me"&lt;/span&gt; (Micah 7:7)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know how to start this, although many of you already know the events that took place in our house yesterday as we were away in Hermosillo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marilú called me around 10AM, but I was not able to talk to her right away, but more towards noon. It turned out the state police were at our house searching the entire house. They had orders to break any lock, or do what ever they had too do to search everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up talking to the Public Minister, he was one of the ones in our house doing the searching. He told me they had found out our ranch was working with a lawyer doing illegal adoptions, and trafficking with children, etc. They said they received an anonymous letter that stated that. Also they knew for a fact that Trini's adoption was not done legally. We raced to the ranch from Hermosillo after trying to get in touch with the district Attorney there, but where not able to see him. They told us to go to Alamos as soon as we arrived back home and present ourselves with the Public Minister, which we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks after we came back from Monterrey finishing with Marilú's adoption, we found out that the adoption had been done illegally, as well as Lolis. I was precisely finishing declaring that with Child Protection Agency in Hermosillo, when I learned about what was happening in our ranch. We were outraged knowing our lawyer had done everything illegaly...why...? We cannot understand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was planning on going to the Judge in Navojoa to let her know our side of things, but was waiting for some documents, Lic. Ceballos, (the lawyer that did the adoptions), was supposed to give me. Of course he never did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We find ourselves in a HUGE legal mess. We are pleading to God for His mercy. We want the girls back, but at this time have no idea what will happen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing our Lord is in control of all things, it is amazing how things can get out of hand in a blink of an eye. All the girls were crying and holding on to my dad when they took them. We are praying for them to be witnesses for the others girls and that they remember we are not fighting against flesh and blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, we desperately need God's intervention in this matter. We know things don't get out of hand with Him. We are confident that He is able to deliver us from the snare we find ourselves in. He has a purpose for everything He allows in our lives and of that we are also very confident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we got home, around 5PM, DIF Navojoa, with orders from Hermosillo, had come and taken all the girls, except for Carla, Marilú &amp;amp; Lolis since they were declaring in Alamos. All evening yesterday I kept thinking I was having a nightmare and I just needed to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Mexico, you are guilty till you're declared innocent. I thank God we can be home and not in jail right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all of you, our wonderful family, you are the greatest! Also to the precious body of Christ that lifts our arms up in times of needs, we are forever grateful to God for each one of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel &amp;amp; Ana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. We are celebrating Daniel's 53 birthday today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. I, Daniel, say that it's my party and I'll cry if I want to! Okay I don't want to cry. At 10 PM last night one of the men asked me my age. I told them I was 52. At 12:30 someone else asked  me, (there was SO much paper work being generated!) and I looked at my watch. The man restated that he was asking my age not the time, thinking that I had misunderstood him. I told him that I was looking at my watch because it made a difference since for the last 30 minutes I had been 53 years old! (Thanks Daryn for that story I finally got to use it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was expecting something like this for the last week or two. It's funny how sailors, farmers and Christians get to sense things in the atmosphere, that suggest to them coming storms, or good winds, etc. I have been telling people for a couple of weeks that things have been so great that something big was coming. The most awesome thing is that when you know a storm is coming, you are prepared for it. When you know that Jesus is in the boat with you, you don't sweat whatever storm comes up. That is the assurance that we have in Him, that no matter what the weather, (or enemy) brings, we will be able to ride it out as long as Jesus is at the helm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so faithful and is always our strong defense. All the authorities are aware now that we have been victims of our lawyer and things are looking better, although until the girls are safe back at home, there will be little rest. &lt;br /&gt;I went and was able to see the new director of Child protection services, and also the new lawyer in charge of the legal things. The new lawyer is an old friend of ours and knows us well. The new director was very impressed with all of our girls. She was telling me how well they were behaved and how they all arrived with their Bibles under their arms. They also told me several times that they had nothing to do with what was going on and tha everything would be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire purifies gold. We and the girls have an inheritance more precious than gold. We don't like going through the fiery furnace but we sure like the way we feel once we are through it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is on the throne, the enemy knows his time is coming to an end and we are on the greatest team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="EC_INCREDIFOOTER" width="100%"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="EC_INCREDISOUND" valign="bottom" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="EC_INCREDIANIM" valign="bottom" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="PhotoAttachments" class="ThemedLinkContainer"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-8978514052764765854?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/8978514052764765854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=8978514052764765854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8978514052764765854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/8978514052764765854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2009/02/urgent-prayer-request.html' title='URGENT PRAYER REQUEST'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-9112383943906383824</id><published>2009-02-06T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:59:05.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not touch!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SY0FamDE3MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nGC_z3zfom0/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299898290933128386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SY0FamDE3MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nGC_z3zfom0/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesse likes to eat Levi's 'nose'. It's a filter for his airway. It also humidifies his air, since it doesn't pass through his real nose. It's important for it not to be too wet and it really needs to stay in his trachea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SY0FamhgcLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0X3hB--I22c/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299898291060764850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SY0FamhgcLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0X3hB--I22c/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is a foriegn object in Levi's lungs, his body will constantly try to 'push' it out. We need to suction Levi pretty often. It's very important for the suction catheter to be very, very clean... yes, Levi has it in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SY0Faf9WIlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gUFAZYGLfv0/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299898289298481746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SY0Faf9WIlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gUFAZYGLfv0/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy made a gate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SY0FaAp9PTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/HJ80cjUYzuU/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299898280895659314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SY0FaAp9PTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/HJ80cjUYzuU/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? He likes to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SY0FZ--8x0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/JuifWgzJu_A/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299898280446838594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SY0FZ--8x0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/JuifWgzJu_A/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got kinda scared when I couldn't find Levi, but I could hear him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-9112383943906383824?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/9112383943906383824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=9112383943906383824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/9112383943906383824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/9112383943906383824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-not-touch.html' title='Do not touch!!!'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SY0FamDE3MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nGC_z3zfom0/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-2016927967910349831</id><published>2009-01-26T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:07:07.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tania</title><content type='html'>If you've known me for a while, you know about my baby girl Tania. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was almost 17 when we got this little baby girl at our children's home. She was so sad and confused. She needed her mama. She didn't come from an abusive situation like most of our girls. Her mom had mental problems and her dad was an alcoholic and a drug addict. When the mom found herself without a husband and no where to go she decided to take her two young children to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;DIF&lt;/span&gt;(child services). They brought them to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tania and I bonded in an amazing way. She was MINE and I was her mommy. Some people would tell me that I couldn't love her like a daughter because I didn't know what that was like. Now I can honestly say that I did love her like a daughter, I still do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, a couple of years later mom and dad get back together and decide that they want her back. They already had her older brother but hadn't been as interested in Tania. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was a little princess, every ones pride and joy. My mom and sister who had never gotten attached to a child that was not a part of the family, loved Tania and were so attached to her. We all were crazy about her, but especially me. So when DIF decided to give her back to her family it broke my heart. Tania wanted nothing to do with her parents, she was so little. Her mom told us that she would cry for us and call our names. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw her again my little princess was changed. She had &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rough&lt;/span&gt; feet and scars on her body. Her hair was dry and damaged, full of lice. The sparkle in her eyes was gone. The pain I felt was sometimes unbearable. I would ask her mom to let me take her, I would clean her up and love on her. Every time I had to give her back it was like my heart was being pulled away from my body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day Tania's mom got scared. Her and her husband were doing really bad, he was drinking, they didn't have jobs, their shack was disgusting. They knew that if social services went to check on them they would take the kids away. So they took off. And for 7 years I have been praying my heart out for my baby girl. I had heard that her mom went to the south of Mexico and left her kids there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister told me that on Saturday someone came to the ranch, it was Joanna, Tania's mom. She came looking for my mom and me, to apologize. She said that her life had been a nightmare but that God had changed her. I still can't believe it. Roshon asked for Tania immediately so Joanna came back the next day with her, with my baby girl that I loved so much. I couldn't stop crying when Roshon told me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SX84uhoyERI/AAAAAAAAANs/Rheg319m17Q/s1600-h/Tania+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296014058765553938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SX84uhoyERI/AAAAAAAAANs/Rheg319m17Q/s320/Tania+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had been in the south, Joanna and her husband had separated again and and he had the kids. She did everything to get them back. She truly fought for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are staying with Joanna's mom, I don't know how long they will be there. I had been waiting so long for them to come back. Many, many times I had wanted to go look for them. I just didn't even know where to start. God heard my prayers. And it is because of Him that I didn't go crazy thinking about my baby girl. I trusted God with her life, I knew she was surrounded by danger, by nasty, evil people. But He has protected her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SX84uVWlCHI/AAAAAAAAANk/FvgmgSaKfhs/s1600-h/Tania.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296014055467976818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SX84uVWlCHI/AAAAAAAAANk/FvgmgSaKfhs/s320/Tania.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crazy thing is that I can now see how God used her to prepare me for the birth of my sons. I grew so much with what I went through with Tania. Anyway, God IS good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-2016927967910349831?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/2016927967910349831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=2016927967910349831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/2016927967910349831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/2016927967910349831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2009/01/tania.html' title='Tania'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SX84uhoyERI/AAAAAAAAANs/Rheg319m17Q/s72-c/Tania+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281878767760898630.post-2608448488006549261</id><published>2009-01-19T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:10:30.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Holland!</title><content type='html'>Well, I am finally making an entry to this blog! Yeah, it only took me a few months... Anyway, I wanted to start with this: "Welcome to Holland".&lt;br /&gt;My friend Amy told me to read this... Wow! I could not have put it better! It's a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;analogy,&lt;/span&gt; and it really does describe the feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;expectation,&lt;/span&gt; wanting and waiting for something, and then, getting something totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WELCOME TO HOLLAND&lt;br /&gt;byEmily Perl Kingsley.&lt;br /&gt;c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved&lt;br /&gt;I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......&lt;br /&gt;When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."&lt;br /&gt;"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."&lt;br /&gt;But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.&lt;br /&gt;So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.&lt;br /&gt;But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."&lt;br /&gt;And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.&lt;br /&gt;But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281878767760898630-2608448488006549261?l=rochelleray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/feeds/2608448488006549261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281878767760898630&amp;postID=2608448488006549261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/2608448488006549261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281878767760898630/posts/default/2608448488006549261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochelleray.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-holland.html' title='Welcome to Holland!'/><author><name>Rochelle Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14413330120049807273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drkqJQ1riCs/SREPhd8F1eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d-Tq-zQCYPQ/S220/honeymoon+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
