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The Cost of Love


We are thoroughly enjoying our week with Jim, Megan, and Drew. The last time we saw him in person, he was still hooked up to all kinds of things in the NICU. Now he's a strong, constantly wiggling, newborn-size baby boy. He goes to the doctor's office today for a well-baby check up and to get four shots. We hope to hear that he's grown a lot since his last check up. Below is a picture of Drew with Megan holding up to him the smallest of his preemie clothes - something he fit into just a couple of weeks ago. He's already into newborn diapers and the largest of his preemie outfits are beginning to be too small.

picture of our growing boy

Now that he's big enough to use the baby bathtub, he is actually enjoying his bathtime....

picture of bath time

We went to Ohio a few days ago to see my mom. She really enjoyed meeting her newest great-grandchild. Below is a four generation picture from that visit. As of right now, I was the only one in the picture whose eyes aren't blue.

picture of four generations

Yesterday Megan took us to a store we'd never been to before - IKEA - and within five minutes Becka commented, "Well, I've found my new favorite store." As I said, this has been a great week for us!

It's been fun to watch our oldest child parenting this week. We are quickly reminded of how much time and work goes into caring for a newborn. It brought to mind this final Mother's Day post for this year. All you moms out there enjoy your special day this Sunday. All you kids out there, spoil your mom!

The Cost of Love

A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing dinner and handed her a piece of paper. After his mom dried her hands on her apron, she read what he had written.

For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00

Total owed: $14.75

As the mother looked at her son, he could see that she was thinking. She picked up the pen and turned over the paper he'd written on. She wrote:

For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge.
For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored you, and prayed for you: No Charge.
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years: No Charge.
For all the time that I've pondered what I knew was ahead in life for you: No Charge.
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge, Son.

When you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge.

When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight up at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you."

And then he took the pen and on his side of the "bill" wrote in great big letters, "PAID IN FULL ".

=^..^= =^..^=
Rob

Children will soon forget your presents; they will always remember your presence.


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Two Milestones


This is a super-fast update for those who are checking in periodically. Megan was able to go home last evening (Tuesday) without having to have the blood transfusion they thought they might have to give her. She slept well, being back home. Drew has been moved to the "phase two" room and is making steady progress. There has been much improvement since last Friday, and we thank the Lord so much for His strong work in Megan and Drew's behalf!

I'll post more news once Nora and I get to the other end of I-75 and recuperate. If traffic and all the factors cooperate, we hope to arrive at about 4 a.m. I have no pictures to add at this time - the camera's up there with Grandma. But I promise to post more pix once I'm up there.

We cannot adequately thank everyone for their prayers, encouragement, and thoughtfulness!

This grandpa's heart is so full!

=^..^= =^..^=
Rob

He who laughs, lasts.


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Excuses for Not Going to Work


Our daughter Nora and I are both taking two personal days at the end of this week to go to Detroit. It will be very nice to have company on the way up. As of now, we plan to leave at about 5:00 Wednesday afternoon and drive straight through. Ugh! That will give us most of the day Thursday up there. Aunt Nora can hardly wait to get her hands on her little nephew and she's not starting this trip as tired as Grampa is! Then Sunday morning bright and early, Becka, Nora, and I will leave to come back home. Our son Mark would love to be going with us, but he can't get away right now. He'll be holding down the fort here at home. He and Katie hope they can go up for a few days later this spring.

I normally don't just take time off like this during a semester, but I'm so pleased that things have worked out so that I am able to with our current situation. I found something in my files that seemed like an appropriate thing to post at this time. Some of the excuses in the list are not just lame, but also downright bizarre!

Excuses for not going to work...

I can't come in to work today because I'll be stalking my previous boss, who fired me for not showing up for work. OK?

I have a rare case of 48-hour projectile leprosy, but I know we have that deadline to meet, so....

I am stuck in the blood pressure machine down here at the Food Giant.

Yes, I seem to have contracted some attention-deficit disorder and, hey, how about them Braves, huh? So, I won't be able to, yes, could I help you? No, no, I'll be sticking with Sprint, but ... now why did I call you?

I just found out that I was switched at birth. Legally, I shouldn't come to work knowing my employee records may now contain false information.

The psychiatrist said it was an excellent session. He even gave me this jaw restraint so I won't bite things when I'm startled.

The dog ate my car keys. We're going to hitchhike to the vet.

I can't come to work today because the EPA has determined that my house is completely surrounded by wetlands and I have to arrange for helicopter transportation.

I am converting my calendar from Julian to Gregorian.

I am extremely sensitive to a rise in the interest rates.

I refuse to travel to my job until there is a commuter tax. I insist on paying my fair share.

I've used up all my sick days, so I'm calling in dead!

I set half the clocks in my house ahead an hour and the other half back an hour Saturday and spent 18 hours in some kind of space-time continuum loop, reliving Sunday (right up until the explosion). I was able to exit the loop only by reversing the polarity of the power source in the house while simultaneously rapping my dog on the snout with a rolled up Times. Accordingly, I will be in late, or early.

I lost my American Express card and I can't leave home without it.

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personal updates...

Thanks for the many comments to the blog and the personal emails. We appreciate so much the kind expressions of love and concern. What a great bunch of family and friends we have been blessed with!

Many thanks to those who prayed for me as I drove back to Greenville yesterday. Before leaving Detroit, I just *had* to stop by the hospital to see Megan and Drew one last time. Leaving the hospital to begin my trip home was one of the hardest things to do - I just wanted to stay there! I haven't cried like that in quite a while! After that low spot in life, my trip back was actually phenomenal! The weather was perfect for driving and admiring the beautiful scenery. I stopped after about an hour and half to have a cup of coffee with my mom and my sister near where they each live in Ohio. It was nice to be able to see them, though it was for far too short a time, and to share some pictures and stories with them. All three of us are now grandparents! Yet another bond!

I thoroughly enjoyed listening to some of my favorite CD's as I drove along, singing along in praise to the Lord. It was a wonderful time with my Father. It's not often that one can have that much quiet time to spend with Him. When I arrived at home, I was exhausted physically and emotionally, but my spirit was refreshed.

It was very nice to have our cell phone along and to be able to call and hear from some family and friends as I rolled along. I must confess that I amused myself by mentally setting up some really bizarre situations. I thought to myself that I ought to turn on my blinker and roll along for miles and miles with it blinking. And one time when I stopped for gas, I thought about leaving the little door over the gas cap open when I took off, just to let the other motorists know there was a little old grandpa in my car. But then, there was something about doing those things on purpose that would have kinda taken the fun out of it! 😎

Megan is doing a lot better and will probably be able to go home tomorrow (Tuesday). Drew is doing well and seems to be stable. Megan and Jim hope that he will move soon into the "phase two" room. Their visits there would not be as restricted as they are in his current NICU room. Both yesterday and today, there was a period of a couple of hours where they and the other parents could not go see their preemies because of an emergency situation with another baby in the room.

quotation...

"Every temptation depends on misrepresenting the truth." - Dr. Drew Conley

=^..^= =^..^=
Rob

Some dream of success, while others wake up and work hard for it.


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Our New Grandson


(If you read this blog post before Saturday evening at 9:45 EST, you didn't see the latest pictures I was able to get this evening. I've added them at the end of this blog post.)

Friday, March 9, our phone rang at 1:50 a.m. It was our son-in-law Jim calling to let us know that they were at the hospital and that our grandson would probably be born soon. This came as quite a shock to us because the due date was not until April 22, six and a half weeks later. Jim said that Megan had been diagnosed with severe preeclampsia - her blood pressure was quite high and it was affecting her liver especially. Since she and the baby were both in grave danger, they did an emergency C-section. Jim called to let us know that Andrew James (they're calling him Drew) had been born at 3:40 a.m., and Mom and baby were both doing well and recovering. At birth Drew weighed 3 lbs. 15 oz., was 17 inches long, and had some dark hair.

Becka and I decided during those sleepless, prayerful hours during the rest of that night that we would drive up to Detroit this weekend to see everyone, going part way Friday and the rest of the way up on Saturday morning. Then I would drive back alone on Sunday, she would spend the week up here, and that I would come back next weekend. When my dear friend Bruce Byers heard our plan, he insisted on covering my afternoon classes so that we could get on the road 4 hours earlier. This enabled us to drive all the way on Friday, arriving at a little after midnight, utterly exhausted but happy to be at this end of the trip. Bruce's kindness gives me the whole day here today before starting the trip home tomorrow. What a blessing this has been!

We went to the hospital to see everyone first thing this morning. Megan is still in pretty rough shape and has quite a bit of recovery ahead of her. It's good that Becka can be here all week with her. Our little grandson Drew is so beautiful and such a gift from the Lord! My eyes are welling up with tears as I type this. When I think how close we came to losing them both, it's just overwhelming. I can't begin to describe everything in my heart and mind as I hugged Megan and as I held my precious grandson this morning for the first time! All I can say is "God is so good!"

I'm putting two pictures below from this morning - one of Jim and Drew and one of me holding Drew. We'll go back later this afternoon, and I'll add pictures as I can.

Presenting baby Drew...

picture of Andrew James

Megan and Drew...

picture of Megan and Drew

Jim and Drew...

picture of Jim and Drew

Grandma Loach and Drew...

picture of Grandma and Drew

Grandpa Loach and Drew...

picture of Grandpa and Drew

Look how little his hands are!

picture of such little hands

More as this exciting new chapter in our lives unfolds! You'll have to bear with me - I'm a first-time grandfather! Much yet to learn and experience.... 😎

=^..^= =^..^=
Rob

"Let your life be a chronicle of the activity of God." - Dr. Drew Conley


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