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Challenge of the Week #60: You have just discovered a new lifeform. Write a story of 200 words or more. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Sci-Fi

I walked into the room and slowly observed my surroundings.  Tables were lined up in rows, a reminder of being in a school cafeteria.  At first, things seemed to be normal.  I was not quite sure where I was.  The room was filled with people of all kinds.  Following the flow of the others, I sat down at one of the tables.  No one seemed to notice me.  Everyone was smiling and talking; the chatter was very loud.  Suddenly, I felt something strange in my mouth.  It felt grainy, but soft and squishy, like oatmeal that has been cooked too long.  The taste seemed to not exist, but I knew I did not want this in my mouth.  I spat it out on the floor. It was a light shade of brown, and almost looked like chewed up cornflakes, held together with gooey snot.  To my surprise, more of this substance developed in my mouth.  I spit it out again, and again, and again.  I glanced up to see everyone else in the room doing the same thing.  Thoughts rushed through my mind, trying to figure out what was going on.  The substance began to change form, turning from a flaky substance into goo, and began to slowly move.  It became clear that this was some form of life.  I watched in shock as it slowly grew to what looked like a brown slug, and then a long brown snake!  I felt like I was in some strange Dr. Who show, "The Invasion of the Satan Parasite!"  Snake like creatures were everywhere, and soon, the beings were growing so quickly, we were all vomiting these disgusting things fully formed!  We, ourselves, started to look like the Ood!  Was this the end for me?  Would I die?

Suddenly, I awoke to realize it was just a dream.  I was in shock, and questioned where that idea had come from!  I think I should take a break from watching science fiction shows for a bit.  

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Challenge of the Week #60: You have just discovered a new lifeform. Write a story of 200 words or more. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Sci-Fi
I walked into the room and slowly observed my surroundings.  Tables were lined up in rows, a reminder of being in a school cafeteria.  At first, things seemed to be normal.  I was not quite sure where I was.  The room was filled with people of all kinds.  Following the flow of the others, I sat down at one of the tables.  No one seemed to notice me.  Everyone was smiling and talking; the chatter was very loud.  Suddenly, I felt something strange in my mouth.  It felt grainy, but soft and squishy, like oatmeal that has been cooked too long.  The taste seemed to not exist, but I knew I did not want this in my mouth.  I spat it out on the floor. It was a light shade of brown, and almost looked like chewed up cornflakes, held together with gooey snot.  To my surprise, more of this substance developed in my mouth.  I spit it out again, and again, and again.  I glanced up to see everyone else in the room doing the same thing.  Thoughts rushed through my mind, trying to figure out what was going on.  The substance began to change form, turning from a flaky substance into goo, and began to slowly move.  It became clear that this was some form of life.  I watched in shock as it slowly grew to what looked like a brown slug, and then a long brown snake!  I felt like I was in some strange Dr. Who show, "The Invasion of the Satan Parasite!"  Snake like creatures were everywhere, and soon, the beings were growing so quickly, we were all vomiting these disgusting things fully formed!  We, ourselves, started to look like the Ood!  Was this the end for me?  Would I die?
Suddenly, I awoke to realize it was just a dream.  I was in shock, and questioned where that idea had come from!  I think I should take a break from watching science fiction shows for a bit.  
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Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Noon Day Summer

You are as the noon day in summer.

Beams of light shine forth in splendor. 

A cloud or wind may stifle shortly.

As time bids you to move on quickly.

Though shadows are vanquished and sweat pours out,

Warmth abundant, sometimes burning, or comfort.

Though a million years may pass slowly,

There you will be, never falter or fading.

This is life, giving forth to eternity.

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Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Noon Day Summer
You are as the noon day in summer.
Beams of light shine forth in splendor. 
A cloud or wind may stifle shortly.
As time bids you to move on quickly.
Though shadows are vanquished and sweat pours out,
Warmth abundant, sometimes burning, or comfort.
Though a million years may pass slowly,
There you will be, never falter or fading.
This is life, giving forth to eternity.
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New Life, New Experience

Many events in my life have shaped me into who I am today. One particular event really stands out to me, the day my baby brother was born. Not only was this the first time I had witnessed a life being born, it was the day I got to deliver my brother.

I am the oldest of five, however there is a large age gap between me and my little brother. In fact, when I was married, my brother had not been born. When I was 15, my father passed away. My senior year, my Mom remarried. After graduating from high school, I married my high school love and followed him to Washington state from South Dakota. There, I attended school to become an EMT, as I was very interested in emergency medicine. My desire was to one day become a flight medic. I volunteered for about a year at a fire department after getting my certification. During this time, my husband left for an eight-month deployment. My mom was expecting my brother, and was close to her due date, so I decided to go home to visit my family.

I was hoping that my mom would have the baby while I was home. I wanted to meet my new little brother. After enjoying my family for a few days, Mom went into labor. I went with her to the hospital. I was very inquisitive, wanting to know about the equipment and medications. I took in everything I could learn. Even though I was trained in emergency child birth, I had never seen a live birth. I wanted to stay and see it for the first time. When the doctor came in to check on my mom, Mom bragged about me being a brand new EMT. Much to my surprise, the doctor looked at me and told me I could deliver the baby! I was shocked and excited! My mom used to be an EMT as well as my dad. I felt blessed that Mom trusted me to do this. I knew this would be a once in a lifetime experience.

When the time came for the delivery, the nurses came in and prepared me to deliver. I was given my very own gown and gloves. The doctor came in to coach and help me. I could see my brothers head as it was crowning. The next thing I knew, the head was out! It was time to “catch” the baby. It really is a game of catch. The baby is very slippery, and the latex gloves do not help the matter. I was very surprised how hard this was. The doctor was able to help me hold onto the baby. At this point, the doctor let the dad cut the cord and handed the baby to my mom. It all happened so fast.

There are so many things I learned from this experience. The miracle of birth is amazing! No words can describe seeing a child take their first breath. I was inspired at the creation and birth of a new human; not just any human, my brother! I can say I was the first to hold him. Nothing can take this experience from me. This started my love for pregnant women and new born babies. Just two years later, I began to volunteer at a crisis pregnancy center. There, I taught prenatal and newborn care for seven years.

I am very grateful that Mom’s doctor was a humble man, and allowed me to have this experience. I am amazed how one event can have such an impact on a life. My brother’s name is Gabriel. He is now thirteen years old. Gabriel and I will have much catching up to do when he is a little older. I live so far away, and now have seven children of my own. I do not think he will tell any of his friends that his big sister delivered him. Even still, I will never forget this experience.

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New Life, New Experience
Many events in my life have shaped me into who I am today. One particular event really stands out to me, the day my baby brother was born. Not only was this the first time I had witnessed a life being born, it was the day I got to deliver my brother.
I am the oldest of five, however there is a large age gap between me and my little brother. In fact, when I was married, my brother had not been born. When I was 15, my father passed away. My senior year, my Mom remarried. After graduating from high school, I married my high school love and followed him to Washington state from South Dakota. There, I attended school to become an EMT, as I was very interested in emergency medicine. My desire was to one day become a flight medic. I volunteered for about a year at a fire department after getting my certification. During this time, my husband left for an eight-month deployment. My mom was expecting my brother, and was close to her due date, so I decided to go home to visit my family.
I was hoping that my mom would have the baby while I was home. I wanted to meet my new little brother. After enjoying my family for a few days, Mom went into labor. I went with her to the hospital. I was very inquisitive, wanting to know about the equipment and medications. I took in everything I could learn. Even though I was trained in emergency child birth, I had never seen a live birth. I wanted to stay and see it for the first time. When the doctor came in to check on my mom, Mom bragged about me being a brand new EMT. Much to my surprise, the doctor looked at me and told me I could deliver the baby! I was shocked and excited! My mom used to be an EMT as well as my dad. I felt blessed that Mom trusted me to do this. I knew this would be a once in a lifetime experience.
When the time came for the delivery, the nurses came in and prepared me to deliver. I was given my very own gown and gloves. The doctor came in to coach and help me. I could see my brothers head as it was crowning. The next thing I knew, the head was out! It was time to “catch” the baby. It really is a game of catch. The baby is very slippery, and the latex gloves do not help the matter. I was very surprised how hard this was. The doctor was able to help me hold onto the baby. At this point, the doctor let the dad cut the cord and handed the baby to my mom. It all happened so fast.
There are so many things I learned from this experience. The miracle of birth is amazing! No words can describe seeing a child take their first breath. I was inspired at the creation and birth of a new human; not just any human, my brother! I can say I was the first to hold him. Nothing can take this experience from me. This started my love for pregnant women and new born babies. Just two years later, I began to volunteer at a crisis pregnancy center. There, I taught prenatal and newborn care for seven years.
I am very grateful that Mom’s doctor was a humble man, and allowed me to have this experience. I am amazed how one event can have such an impact on a life. My brother’s name is Gabriel. He is now thirteen years old. Gabriel and I will have much catching up to do when he is a little older. I live so far away, and now have seven children of my own. I do not think he will tell any of his friends that his big sister delivered him. Even still, I will never forget this experience.
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My Preacher Dad

Fifteen seems like forever ago.  I was young, learning, yet thought I knew everything.  Thinking back on that time, it was such a horrible loss for someone so young.

Shortly after starting my sophomore year of high school, my dad discovered that he had colon cancer.  The very same week, my mom found out she was expecting.  A roller coaster of emotions ensued.  The diagnosis for my dad came with a grim prognosis.  Thirty five was a young age to be given six months to live.  After hearing something like this, how do you respond to finding out you are going to have a child?  

My Dad was an amazing man.  He was a minister that cared deeply for his congregation.  He loved his wife and children and would do anything in the world for them.  Dad struggled with what to do.  The cancer was already at stage four and had spread to his lymph nodes, liver, and lungs.  He couldn't just give up.  He had to fight, but how, and where?  We lived in South Dakota.  The best options for treatment were far away, but what if they did not work?  Would he spend his last time on earth away from what he loved most?  I can not imagine how he dealt with all of this.  By this time in my life, I had a sister who was thirteen, and a brother who was just under two years old.  My mom soon discovered she was having a girl.  Everyone reacted differently.  I was a daddy's girl.  I wanted all the time I could get with my dad.  He did chose to fight and traveled to several locations for treatment, including Minnesota, Nebraska, and Texas.  As time went on, it became apparent that he would not survive.  He made the decision to stay home and start chemotherapy.  Many gracious people donated money to our family to help us purchase a home.  My dad spent the last year of his life remodeling the home.  I worked with him as often as I could.  He taught me everything he could about the Bible and life.  We would spend hours talking.  I knew in my hear that he would pass away.  I even told him so a few times.  Even though I was only fifteen, dad taught me how to drive.  We had so much fun.  I had a paper route, and most mornings, dad would take me and my sister to get donuts before school.  He decided to write a journal to document his journey and to have last words for his family.  He was very strong.  He lived to see his daughter born, and the first six months of her life.  He continued to preach in church every Sunday, even when he was so sick, he could no longer stand.  In fact, a church member passed away close to the end of his life and he was at the hospital with the family, helping them in their time of grief.  Dad knew his time was short.  When reading his journal, we discovered that he predicted his own death.  He lived to celebrate Christmas with us, but passed away on New Years Eve 1999.  It is a day that I will never forget.  He was only in a hospital bed with hospice care for around two weeks.  He was very far gone and difficult to talk to.  I know he was in much pain.  I came home from the paper route one morning and sat next to his bed.  To my surprise, he called my name.  I said hello, and we had a short conversation.  This was the last time I had a real conversation with my dad.  The next morning, I woke up to several people in my home.  When I came downstairs, I was told that dad was very sick and would probably not make it through the day.  I know I did not really understand what was going on.  My sister was taken out of the house by some friends.  I had told my dad I wanted to stay with him in the end.  It came my time to say goodbye.  He was in a coma at this point. I stood by his side.  I had no idea what to say.  The only thing I could think of was, "I love you dad."  As I started to walk away, I slid my hand down his arm and to his hand.  Suddenly, my dad grabbed my hand.  I was shocked.  Looking back, I think this was his way of telling me he heard me, and was saying goodbye.  Several minutes passed.  The hospice nurse said that if wanted to be with him in the end, now was the time.  I froze in my chair at the table.  I knew I said I wanted to be there, but nothing in me would allow me to move.  I just could not go into the room.  A few minutes later, mom came out and let us know that he had passed away.  I started to cry.  Everything just let lose in me.  I remember music was playing on the computer behind me.  As my crying began to calm, I focused on the words of the song.  "For the Glory of You Name" is what I heard.  It was like God was telling me that He would be glorified in this.   I don't remember much else from that day.  I was terrified of going to sleep that night.  For several weeks, I had to have someone sleep in the room with me.  Many people came to support our family.  Many could not understand how or why, but I chose to play the piano for my dads funeral.  I made it almost all the way through up until the very last song.  Dad had requested that the song "Un-cloudy Day" be sung.  I remember the trip to the grave yard and the beautiful flowers on his coffin.  I took a clip of baby white roses with me and they became my favorite flower from then on.  I am now thirty two years old.  Thinking about my dad being thirty six when he passed and how I am close to that now; I can not even imagine how he did it.  I am scared for my life.  I have seven children, and I do not want them to grow up without one parent.  I am screened regularly for cancer, and just this year, a polyp was found, removed, and discovered to be pre-cancerous.  I will trust God to protect me, and continue the regular testing.  My dad was an amazing role model, and I will never forget everything he taught me.  The strength and perseverance he had during his last year has forever inspired me to never give up, to trust in the Lord always, and to live life to the fullest!  I hope his story will inspire others to do the same.  I hope to one day share my dads journal and the story of his life.  

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My Preacher Dad
Fifteen seems like forever ago.  I was young, learning, yet thought I knew everything.  Thinking back on that time, it was such a horrible loss for someone so young.
Shortly after starting my sophomore year of high school, my dad discovered that he had colon cancer.  The very same week, my mom found out she was expecting.  A roller coaster of emotions ensued.  The diagnosis for my dad came with a grim prognosis.  Thirty five was a young age to be given six months to live.  After hearing something like this, how do you respond to finding out you are going to have a child?  
My Dad was an amazing man.  He was a minister that cared deeply for his congregation.  He loved his wife and children and would do anything in the world for them.  Dad struggled with what to do.  The cancer was already at stage four and had spread to his lymph nodes, liver, and lungs.  He couldn't just give up.  He had to fight, but how, and where?  We lived in South Dakota.  The best options for treatment were far away, but what if they did not work?  Would he spend his last time on earth away from what he loved most?  I can not imagine how he dealt with all of this.  By this time in my life, I had a sister who was thirteen, and a brother who was just under two years old.  My mom soon discovered she was having a girl.  Everyone reacted differently.  I was a daddy's girl.  I wanted all the time I could get with my dad.  He did chose to fight and traveled to several locations for treatment, including Minnesota, Nebraska, and Texas.  As time went on, it became apparent that he would not survive.  He made the decision to stay home and start chemotherapy.  Many gracious people donated money to our family to help us purchase a home.  My dad spent the last year of his life remodeling the home.  I worked with him as often as I could.  He taught me everything he could about the Bible and life.  We would spend hours talking.  I knew in my hear that he would pass away.  I even told him so a few times.  Even though I was only fifteen, dad taught me how to drive.  We had so much fun.  I had a paper route, and most mornings, dad would take me and my sister to get donuts before school.  He decided to write a journal to document his journey and to have last words for his family.  He was very strong.  He lived to see his daughter born, and the first six months of her life.  He continued to preach in church every Sunday, even when he was so sick, he could no longer stand.  In fact, a church member passed away close to the end of his life and he was at the hospital with the family, helping them in their time of grief.  Dad knew his time was short.  When reading his journal, we discovered that he predicted his own death.  He lived to celebrate Christmas with us, but passed away on New Years Eve 1999.  It is a day that I will never forget.  He was only in a hospital bed with hospice care for around two weeks.  He was very far gone and difficult to talk to.  I know he was in much pain.  I came home from the paper route one morning and sat next to his bed.  To my surprise, he called my name.  I said hello, and we had a short conversation.  This was the last time I had a real conversation with my dad.  The next morning, I woke up to several people in my home.  When I came downstairs, I was told that dad was very sick and would probably not make it through the day.  I know I did not really understand what was going on.  My sister was taken out of the house by some friends.  I had told my dad I wanted to stay with him in the end.  It came my time to say goodbye.  He was in a coma at this point. I stood by his side.  I had no idea what to say.  The only thing I could think of was, "I love you dad."  As I started to walk away, I slid my hand down his arm and to his hand.  Suddenly, my dad grabbed my hand.  I was shocked.  Looking back, I think this was his way of telling me he heard me, and was saying goodbye.  Several minutes passed.  The hospice nurse said that if wanted to be with him in the end, now was the time.  I froze in my chair at the table.  I knew I said I wanted to be there, but nothing in me would allow me to move.  I just could not go into the room.  A few minutes later, mom came out and let us know that he had passed away.  I started to cry.  Everything just let lose in me.  I remember music was playing on the computer behind me.  As my crying began to calm, I focused on the words of the song.  "For the Glory of You Name" is what I heard.  It was like God was telling me that He would be glorified in this.   I don't remember much else from that day.  I was terrified of going to sleep that night.  For several weeks, I had to have someone sleep in the room with me.  Many people came to support our family.  Many could not understand how or why, but I chose to play the piano for my dads funeral.  I made it almost all the way through up until the very last song.  Dad had requested that the song "Un-cloudy Day" be sung.  I remember the trip to the grave yard and the beautiful flowers on his coffin.  I took a clip of baby white roses with me and they became my favorite flower from then on.  I am now thirty two years old.  Thinking about my dad being thirty six when he passed and how I am close to that now; I can not even imagine how he did it.  I am scared for my life.  I have seven children, and I do not want them to grow up without one parent.  I am screened regularly for cancer, and just this year, a polyp was found, removed, and discovered to be pre-cancerous.  I will trust God to protect me, and continue the regular testing.  My dad was an amazing role model, and I will never forget everything he taught me.  The strength and perseverance he had during his last year has forever inspired me to never give up, to trust in the Lord always, and to live life to the fullest!  I hope his story will inspire others to do the same.  I hope to one day share my dads journal and the story of his life.  
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Bound

Submitted to you

Bound with anticipation

What pleasure awaits

Yes!

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Mine

Fleshly curves exposed

Binding hands and feet behind

All mine to be had

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Two Words. Create the most sensory inspiring - or adverse - two word phrase. The challenge may say 15 words minimum, but that's wrong. :)
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Velvety Rose

Sense, Sense, Sense, Sense, Sense, Sense, Sense, Sense, Sense, Sense, Sense, Sense, Sense

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All in a Name

My name is April Dawn Mueller. As you may be able to guess, my name indicates new beginnings.  It is a great name to have!  I was born in 1984.  I was the first born of Robert and Sandy Conner, born in Virginia.  I grew up in a small town called Climax.  I can still hear the jokes about that today.  My dad had his own business painting and remodeling homes.  In addition to this, he was a volunteer firefighter for the county.  My mom worked as a ca and was also a volunteer firefighter.  I had one sister, Crystal, for most of my life growing up.  

I was curious why my parents chose the name they did for me.  My mom and dad got married when they were both still in high school.  I was born when my mom was nineteen.  So how did a young couple chose the name for their first child?  As it turns out, I was named after my moms favorite baby doll.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Mom mom's favorite baby doll was named April Dawn.  The ironic thing about this is, I was so small as a baby, that my parents had to buy baby doll clothes for me to wear.  

If you look up the meaning of my name online, you will find that April and Dawn both do not have meanings beyond April being the spring month, and Dawn being the dawn of a day.  I however take both of these to show new beginnings, and that is the meaning of my name that I chose to accept.  

Do you know how your name came to be?  What is the story behind your name?  Would you change your name now, and if so, what would it be, and why?  Please share! Names are amazing!

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All in a Name
My name is April Dawn Mueller. As you may be able to guess, my name indicates new beginnings.  It is a great name to have!  I was born in 1984.  I was the first born of Robert and Sandy Conner, born in Virginia.  I grew up in a small town called Climax.  I can still hear the jokes about that today.  My dad had his own business painting and remodeling homes.  In addition to this, he was a volunteer firefighter for the county.  My mom worked as a ca and was also a volunteer firefighter.  I had one sister, Crystal, for most of my life growing up.  
I was curious why my parents chose the name they did for me.  My mom and dad got married when they were both still in high school.  I was born when my mom was nineteen.  So how did a young couple chose the name for their first child?  As it turns out, I was named after my moms favorite baby doll.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Mom mom's favorite baby doll was named April Dawn.  The ironic thing about this is, I was so small as a baby, that my parents had to buy baby doll clothes for me to wear.  
If you look up the meaning of my name online, you will find that April and Dawn both do not have meanings beyond April being the spring month, and Dawn being the dawn of a day.  I however take both of these to show new beginnings, and that is the meaning of my name that I chose to accept.  
Do you know how your name came to be?  What is the story behind your name?  Would you change your name now, and if so, what would it be, and why?  Please share! Names are amazing!
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Weight loss SUCKS!

Weight loss is such a battle.

A new study proves something every week.

No matter what they say, I feel the only way to succeed is to starve myself.

Life is stressful. 

Why can't we just eat as we please?

With so many responsibilities, who has time to focus on food with intensity?

A life style change is what you need, they say.

How can a life style change happen when I have little to no time to myself?

If only weight loss was easier.

With all the advances in technology and science, you think someone would have figured this out by now!

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Weight loss SUCKS!
Weight loss is such a battle.
A new study proves something every week.
No matter what they say, I feel the only way to succeed is to starve myself.
Life is stressful. 
Why can't we just eat as we please?
With so many responsibilities, who has time to focus on food with intensity?
A life style change is what you need, they say.
How can a life style change happen when I have little to no time to myself?
If only weight loss was easier.
With all the advances in technology and science, you think someone would have figured this out by now!
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Last But Not Least

A funny story I have to share for this one.  During the life ordeal with our sixth child, my husband was scheduled to have a vasectomy.  Let's just say, we decided to have one more night of fun the night before the surgery.  We now have Obadiah, our seventh and last son.  My pregnancy with Obadiah was difficult.  I was very sick and even had to spend three days in the hospital for pneumonia.  I also gained more weight than with any pregnancy, had gestational diabetes, and many other health issues.  I was due in January and we had snow on the ground in Virginia Beach.  Everything stops when it snows here.  I had to travel about forty minutes from our home to get to a military hospital for delivery.  I knew with this being child number seven, my labor would go quickly.  Sure enough, I went into labor in the morning hours.  My husband took his time getting out the door.  I was about to strangle him!  I knew I would need pain control and was scared that I would no make it to the hospital in time.  I did make it to the hospital in time, however, things went down hill from there.  I had the most horrible experience of my life here, and I could have died.  A student attempted to give me an epidural.  She failed, and hit a nerve instead and shot pain down my right let.  It was so bad, that it made me jerk.  The attending had to step in and had to put in a spinal instead.  Due to my medical conditions, narcotics have no effect on me for pain control.  However, most doctors do not believe me when I tell them this.  The only thing they would give me for pain management was a narcotic in the spinal.  I did nothing for me.  I felt every part of the labor and delivery.  After giving birth, the nurse seemed a little concerned.  As time went on, it became apparent that something was wrong with me.  Obadiah was great, healthy, and a handsome little boy.  I, on the other hand, was hemorrhaging.  At first doctors thought just had a week uterus, but they soon discovered that the placenta had grown into the uteran wall.  Without any pain management, the doctors did blind sweeps of my uterus.  This is essentially the same thing as a D&C, but done without instruments.  It was the most painful thing I have experienced in my life.  Each time, they swept for five minutes.  They did this at least six times.  Praise God, they were successful and the bleeding slowed.  I ended up losing almost 25% of my blood volume.  After being moved to the Postpartum ward, I began to have a severe headache.  Somehow during the whole process, the spinal had been pulled out and I had leaked spinal fluid all over the bed.  The sheet behind me was soaking wet.  It was a very painful experience.  If this had been my first child, I would have never had another child.  

It took some time to heal and overcome the trauma of everything.  I just chose to focus on the amazing little boy we had.  He was so perfect.  He was quiet, he ate great, slept well, and was so comforting to hold and cuddle.  When he was two months old, I noticed that he wasn't holding his head up as well as he should.  I mentioned it to the doctor.  At six months, it was apparent that something was wrong.  He was diagnosed with what we call floppy baby syndrome.  He had very loose muscle tone and hyper-mobile joints.  He clearly has EDS like I do, but to a more severe degree.  We began physical therapy to help strengthen his muscles.  Obadiah did not let this stop him one bit.  He was strong and continued to progress to crawling and sitting up and standing.  I know having six brothers have been a huge motivator for him.  His brothers have learned to be careful with him and I love watching how they love on him.  Obadiah is now a year old.  Due to the extreme weakness and flexibility of his ankles, he will be getting AFOs to help support him so that he hopefully will walk soon.  I can see that nothing is going to stop this little man.  I'm going to enjoy every minute of him, as I know he is my last child, and they grow so quickly!

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Last But Not Least
A funny story I have to share for this one.  During the life ordeal with our sixth child, my husband was scheduled to have a vasectomy.  Let's just say, we decided to have one more night of fun the night before the surgery.  We now have Obadiah, our seventh and last son.  My pregnancy with Obadiah was difficult.  I was very sick and even had to spend three days in the hospital for pneumonia.  I also gained more weight than with any pregnancy, had gestational diabetes, and many other health issues.  I was due in January and we had snow on the ground in Virginia Beach.  Everything stops when it snows here.  I had to travel about forty minutes from our home to get to a military hospital for delivery.  I knew with this being child number seven, my labor would go quickly.  Sure enough, I went into labor in the morning hours.  My husband took his time getting out the door.  I was about to strangle him!  I knew I would need pain control and was scared that I would no make it to the hospital in time.  I did make it to the hospital in time, however, things went down hill from there.  I had the most horrible experience of my life here, and I could have died.  A student attempted to give me an epidural.  She failed, and hit a nerve instead and shot pain down my right let.  It was so bad, that it made me jerk.  The attending had to step in and had to put in a spinal instead.  Due to my medical conditions, narcotics have no effect on me for pain control.  However, most doctors do not believe me when I tell them this.  The only thing they would give me for pain management was a narcotic in the spinal.  I did nothing for me.  I felt every part of the labor and delivery.  After giving birth, the nurse seemed a little concerned.  As time went on, it became apparent that something was wrong with me.  Obadiah was great, healthy, and a handsome little boy.  I, on the other hand, was hemorrhaging.  At first doctors thought just had a week uterus, but they soon discovered that the placenta had grown into the uteran wall.  Without any pain management, the doctors did blind sweeps of my uterus.  This is essentially the same thing as a D&C, but done without instruments.  It was the most painful thing I have experienced in my life.  Each time, they swept for five minutes.  They did this at least six times.  Praise God, they were successful and the bleeding slowed.  I ended up losing almost 25% of my blood volume.  After being moved to the Postpartum ward, I began to have a severe headache.  Somehow during the whole process, the spinal had been pulled out and I had leaked spinal fluid all over the bed.  The sheet behind me was soaking wet.  It was a very painful experience.  If this had been my first child, I would have never had another child.  
It took some time to heal and overcome the trauma of everything.  I just chose to focus on the amazing little boy we had.  He was so perfect.  He was quiet, he ate great, slept well, and was so comforting to hold and cuddle.  When he was two months old, I noticed that he wasn't holding his head up as well as he should.  I mentioned it to the doctor.  At six months, it was apparent that something was wrong.  He was diagnosed with what we call floppy baby syndrome.  He had very loose muscle tone and hyper-mobile joints.  He clearly has EDS like I do, but to a more severe degree.  We began physical therapy to help strengthen his muscles.  Obadiah did not let this stop him one bit.  He was strong and continued to progress to crawling and sitting up and standing.  I know having six brothers have been a huge motivator for him.  His brothers have learned to be careful with him and I love watching how they love on him.  Obadiah is now a year old.  Due to the extreme weakness and flexibility of his ankles, he will be getting AFOs to help support him so that he hopefully will walk soon.  I can see that nothing is going to stop this little man.  I'm going to enjoy every minute of him, as I know he is my last child, and they grow so quickly!
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