<?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-3657976838244852155</id><updated>2011-12-01T21:19:28.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearfully and Wonderfully Made</title><subtitle type='html'>"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well"
Psalms 139:14</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-7603386711515927005</id><published>2009-03-02T10:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:39:46.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful, Yet Humble</title><content type='html'>February is supposed to be the shortest month of the year but it seemed to last forever.  But thankfully, it is long gone.  February went out with awful thunderstorms and March, quite fittingly, came in with beautiful snow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow that was cold and yet refreshing.  Snow that only lasted a few hours yet left its mark and reminder that all things are made new and unique.  And like snow, all things come and go.  And all things are brief.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this, two families of children with heart defects are going through completely different emotions.  One family, my own, is rejoicing.  Thankful that our month long stay after the Glenn is over.  Emma Kate will be discharged in a few hours and will hopefully head home for several months before her Fontan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Kate will come home and learn how to sit up, crawl, walk and talk before heading back for hopefully her final surgery.  She will finally learn what it is to be a normal child.  No more keeping her in the house in fear of her shunt clotting.  No more keeping her away from other people.  She can finally meet our family.  And I am so very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other family, &lt;a href="http://www.thegledhillfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;the Gledhill's&lt;/a&gt;, are experiencing every parent's worst nightmare.  A nightmare that Bethany and I have had more frequently since having Emma Kate.  They are losing their Gracie.  And it is breaking my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so hard to watch Emma Kate go through what she has yet she is doing amazing.  Gracie hasn't been as fortunate.  I have never met this family and I probably never will.  But I hurt for them.  These heart children around the country become an extension of our family.  And when they suffer, we suffer.  I hate this defect with all that I am.  I pray daily for a cure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit here today, I am grateful and weak all in one.  I am so excited that my family will all be home today.  But am crushed that another family will never be able to say that again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I never take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I never complain again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-7603386711515927005?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/7603386711515927005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=7603386711515927005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/7603386711515927005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/7603386711515927005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2009/03/grateful-yet-humble.html' title='Grateful, Yet Humble'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-6851279283893761514</id><published>2009-02-22T09:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:49:20.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Future Son</title><content type='html'>Dear Future Son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a Sunday morning in February.  February 22nd to be exact.  I am sitting here with your future wife, Emma Kate.  And as I hold her, my thoughts keep going to you.  You have been on my mind a lot this week which is strange because I am not sure if you are even alive yet. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You see, my Emma Kate is fighting hard to meet you one day.  She has not eaten today, and has not for the last week in order to correct a complication from surgery.  Her second open heart surgery in her short 5 months of life.  And this road isn’t finished yet.  We will head to Atlanta tomorrow where they will perform another surgery to hopefully correct this complication.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a rough week on me and Bethany.  Watching our sweet angel cry because she is hungry has, at times, been too hard to handle.  But for some reason, thinking of you makes me smile.  I smile because she won’t remember this.  She fights hard today, so that one day she will know nothing but happiness.  Sure, times will be challenging, but nothing will compare to this.  And she can overcome anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile because she has inspired me more in 6 months than I will be able to inspire her in a lifetime.  And you better be amazing, because I can guarantee that she is.   Know that I will not make it easy on you.  Not because I don’t like you but because she is worth it.  And I will have to make sure that you are worth it.  She is not fighting this hard now for nothing later.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Every day, until I give you her hand, I promise to kiss her good morning and good night, with hopes that you will do the same.  I promise to dance with her in the living room to cheesy Disney songs, with hopes that you will do the same.  I promise to read her fairy tales of knights in shining armor, in hopes that you will be the same.  I promise to listen to her and get to know her heart, with the hope that you will do the same.  And I promise to love her unconditionally, forever, with the hopes that you will do the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I will walk her down the aisle and hand her to you.  But know that my love for her will never stop growing.  My prayer is that you will love her even more than I do, which in my mind right now is impossible.  But I pray that you will strive every day to reach that.  Her heart is fragile and I pray that you will make it whole.  I pray for you daily and promise to do so for the rest of my life.  I pray that God is molding your heart right now to beat perfectly with hers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I pray that God draws your heart to His.  I pray that He teaches you how to be a man after His heart.  I pray that He teaches you to love others more than yourself.  That you will know how to love Emma Kate’s heart through how you have loved your mother’s heart.  That you will respect her how you have respected your father.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that you are a better man than I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Brooks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-6851279283893761514?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/6851279283893761514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=6851279283893761514' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/6851279283893761514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/6851279283893761514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-future-son.html' title='Dear Future Son'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-9013215985597018934</id><published>2009-02-02T21:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:41:21.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflux</title><content type='html'>Emma Kate had her upper GI done this morning and the good news is everything looks great.  The radiologist said everything is in the right place and is functioning the way it is supposed to.  It was really neat to see the liquid making its way down Emma Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the good news is I guess kind of the bad news as well.  We still have no idea what is causing Emma Kate to reflux.  They have taken her off of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Portagen&lt;/span&gt; and put her on a formula called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tolerex&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tolerex&lt;/span&gt; looks and smells like potato water.  They are trying to determine if perhaps it is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Portagen&lt;/span&gt; that has been causing everything.  Her feeds began again at 1pm and she has refluxed 2 or 3 times since.  Believe it or not, this is better than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Portagen&lt;/span&gt; was.  So perhaps this will be the cure.  Let's pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kirshbom&lt;/span&gt; came in this evening around 6:30 and said that everything else is looking great.  He is pleased with her heart and lungs and feels she is doing a great job.  He told me that if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tolerex&lt;/span&gt; controls her reflux somewhat, Emma Kate and I can go home Wednesday!!  Please Please Please let the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tolerex&lt;/span&gt; work!  He also said that if by tomorrow afternoon things are still the same, he will get a GI consult and they will begin doing tests to determine what needs to be done.  While this option is scary because I don't like the thought of possibly an additional surgery, it will be great to find out what is causing this.  But again... please let the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tolerex&lt;/span&gt; work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update again in the morning on how she handled everything.  Pray that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tolerex&lt;/span&gt; works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-9013215985597018934?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/9013215985597018934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=9013215985597018934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/9013215985597018934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/9013215985597018934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2009/02/reflux.html' title='Reflux'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-5146863015337945295</id><published>2009-02-02T07:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:27:52.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well, Emma Kate and I are still in the step down unit. It has been a long few days with very few answers and even less sleep. She still can not seem to keep her food down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with this, Emma Kate is very happy. She smiles at all the doctors, nurses, people walking by, you name it. She laughs with me and we play almost the entire time she is awake. She has enjoyed the 20x a day we go on walks because she gets to see more than just her room. I, selfishly, do this just as much for me because this room doesn't get any bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart function is looking good. Blood pressure, heart rate, blood gas levels, everything is doing what it is supposed to do. Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sats&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt; in the high 70s to low 80s which is where we want them to be. Her cough has gotten better as well as her congestion. She is now going potty (i still can't believe I use this term on a daily basis) on her own so she is no longer constipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this leads to the one setback. Emma Kate is refluxing quite often. They have put her back on continuous feeds through her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; tube to slow the reflux down, but it hasn't helped much. This is the only time during the day that Emma Kate shows any pain. Her face turns dark red and she tries with all she is to get this junk out of her. The second it comes up, she looks at me and gives me the biggest smile. She is so relieved when the pain is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is the doctors have ruled out several things. Her chest x-rays came back today clean so they feel that the cause is not pulmonary related. Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diaphragm&lt;/span&gt; is still a little elevated, but has gone down over the past few days so they do not feel this is a cause. They are going to continue to monitor this every morning but are pleased with the progress. And as I mentioned, her heart function is looking great so they do not feel there is a cardiac issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kirshbom&lt;/span&gt;, who was out last week, decided this morning to order an upper-GI. We have that at 11 this morning and hopefully will find the cause of this problem. I will update this afternoon with the results.   I pray that they are able to see what is causing this reflux and are able to fix it. I am ready for me and Emma Kate to be at home with Bethany and Anna Brooke. More than anything, I am ready for this pain to be gone from my daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-5146863015337945295?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/5146863015337945295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=5146863015337945295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5146863015337945295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5146863015337945295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-2332952090732205023</id><published>2009-01-27T09:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:18:43.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>"In everything, give thanks; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." 1 Thessalonians 5:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In everything, give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days have been rough for me and Bethany. Seeing Emma Kate in pain hurts worse than when I am in pain. Watching her lay in bed and cough and cough and grunt and then throw up is awful. We take turns rocking her, holding her chest when she coughs, and we try constantly to make her smile. When she does, it makes it all better for a little while. It is just so frustrating that she can't seem to keep down her food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors still aren't sure what is causing this but are trying several different things. Emma Kate is on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;continuous&lt;/span&gt; feed now through her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; tube at a very slow rate. Perhaps her stomach is still waking up from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anesthesia&lt;/span&gt; and needs a little more time to digest. She could also: have a stomach bug/ be swallowing mucus/ be allergic to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;motrin&lt;/span&gt; (she is no longer getting it)/ be nauseous still from surgery. Whatever it is, Emma Kate will not be discharged until she has gone 24 hours without throwing up. The longest she has made it so far is 8 hours. So we wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though we wait, I am very thankful. Emma Kate's heart is exactly the way they want it to be. Her lungs look great. Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sats&lt;/span&gt; have been incredible for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;glenn&lt;/span&gt; baby. Other than the eating, she is doing awesome. Even though the doctors aren't sure what is causing her throwing up, they have told us it is not serious. Because she is doing so well otherwise, they feel this will be corrected in a short while. This is comforting that they aren't worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though Emma Kate is going through what she is, I am very thankful. She is my little girl. She knows my voice and smiles at me and laughs at me when she can. She is overcoming something so phenomenal and she laughs while doing it. She fusses and cries a lot right now, but she is still happy. And she will beat this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also thankful for your prayers. I know I say it a lot, but it is overwhelming the amount of love and support you have shown for us. And we are thankful to be a part of it. Because your prayers have been mighty, I would like for you to pray for a little girl here in the hospital that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HLHS&lt;/span&gt;, also. Her name is Katelyn Stone and she had her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Norwood&lt;/span&gt; (first stage) last week. She had to go back on heart bypass this morning and her parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; understandably upset. Please pray for Katelyn and her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in everything, give thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-2332952090732205023?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/2332952090732205023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=2332952090732205023' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/2332952090732205023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/2332952090732205023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2009/01/give-thanks.html' title='Give Thanks'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-8486574265264116396</id><published>2009-01-26T04:20:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:25:32.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Specific Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>Something that I have witnessed during these last 5 months has been the awesome power of prayer. When we have prayed and asked you to pray for something specific, God has answered in mighty way. So I come to you again asking for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma Kate's heart is looking amazing! Praise God for this. Her x-rays are clear and her lungs sound great! She has gotten a little more fussy, which is to be expected as Glenn babies are said to have awful headaches for a few weeks after surgery. We would have been sent home yesterday if it weren't for one issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma Kate is very congested in her head. This congestion is making it hard for her to eat and breathe at the same time. When it builds up, she gags and throws up her formula. To reduce her swallowing as much mucus, we have decided to let her be fed through her ng tube. This has helped her keep down her formula, but the mucus still gags her and makes it difficult for her to breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please pray specifically for Emma Kate's congestion to clear. Please pray that the irritation in her throat will go away and she will be able to eat on her own. And please pray that Emma Kate will get better rest with this healing. And please praise God for the healing that we are seeing in Emma Kate. She is a miracle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So happy the morning of surgery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295555504715002898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oIvTS7oDHc/SX2XrKrm9BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WYFIbaT2vOM/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy and Emma Kate&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295556392396782306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oIvTS7oDHc/SX2Ye1jb-uI/AAAAAAAAADA/rHKWQobbyNE/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Post-Op&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295557630737565810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oIvTS7oDHc/SX2Zm6u4yHI/AAAAAAAAADI/oilqnsa0RAI/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Much better&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295558944450041394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oIvTS7oDHc/SX2azYsWVjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Sldfm5WAJHQ/s320/IMG_2147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-8486574265264116396?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/8486574265264116396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=8486574265264116396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/8486574265264116396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/8486574265264116396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2009/01/specific-prayer-request.html' title='Specific Prayer Request'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oIvTS7oDHc/SX2XrKrm9BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WYFIbaT2vOM/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-2588148954632275623</id><published>2009-01-24T03:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:41:05.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs</title><content type='html'>It is 4:55am and Bethany and I are sleepy yet up talking about Emma Kate.  And we are only a few feet away from her because we are in the Step Down Unit!  We left the CICU last night around 11:15 and have gotten around 3 hours of sleep since.  But this is fine with us because Emma Kate knows we are here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was definitely an up and down kind of day.  It started with good news that Emma Kate was going to have her heart lines taken out.  This would leave only iv's and her chest tubes in.  The nurses had to give her morphine before this was done for obvious reasons but also gave her Tylenol with codeine shortly after.  This left EK pretty lethargic for the majority of the afternoon.  Because of this, she wouldn't eat much.  This caused the nurse to use the most dreaded term in our household.  One that when mentioned, causes Bethany to cringe.  The NG Tube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse mentioned those letters and we immediately tried everything we could to get Emma Kate to eat by mouth.  Unfortunately, because she was so out of it, nothing would work.  I will give the nurses and the nurse practitioner credit though, they kept the tube out for as long as they could to keep us happy.  But Emma Kate has to have food.  So the awful thing is in.  This is just temporary and it does serve a good purpose.  We just can't stand the thought of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Kate's chest tubes are still in as she is still draining her lymph fluids.  It has tapered off a good bit, but there is still enough to make the tubes necessary.  We have been told by several people that this is a common thing with heart babies which is comforting.  Not any easier, but comforting none the less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Kate's sats have been consistently in the 75-85 range which is great.  We have been told by several nurses that she is one of the "pinkest" glenn babies they have seen.  It is weird to see her when she gets upset though.  She holds her breath and turns almost purple in the face.  This will take a while to get used to.  Pink is definitely a better color for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for her attitude, Emma Kate is showing signs of her normal happy self.  She is, quite understandably, in pain from the surgery and the headaches that come with the increase in blood flow to her head, but she is still so calm.  She fusses when the nurses tug at various things but that is it.  She is smiling again, which is a blessing to see, and she played with some links for about 15 minutes that made us feel like we were at home.  And she is smiling at us.  There is no greater joy that seeing this after seeing her so out of it for 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also had the iv removed from her left hand giving her fingers to suck on.  Emma Kate LOVES her fingers and it has been awful watching her bring both boarded hands to her mouth in frustration.  She also enjoyed using the board on her right hand (the boards are used to keep the wrists straight so the iv stays in) to swat the links we were playing with.  She is too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me and Bethany, we are doing alright.  These days come with so many stresses that sleep becomes just sleep,  not rest.  We try not to think about going home because that just makes us want it more.  We miss our sweet Anna Brooke and can't wait to hold both our girls while lying in our own bed.  We are so blessed with our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the encouraging comments and emails/facebook posts.  Sorry that we are bad about getting back to you.  You all have made this journey a little more bearable.  And I promised pictures and they will come.  But it is now 5:40am and I am exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-2588148954632275623?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/2588148954632275623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=2588148954632275623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/2588148954632275623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/2588148954632275623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2009/01/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and Downs'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-4395767061898466936</id><published>2009-01-23T08:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:00:30.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a little longer than Day 1.  I guess the strain of seeing Emma Kate awake and knowing she was uncomfortable along with the lack of sleep didn't help things any.  And then hearing terms we aren't familiar with certainly add to the strain.  But I think sometimes it is good to cry.  It is good to sit down and tell God exactly what we are thinking.  And I am comforted that He listens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was much better.  Emma Kate is eating her Portagen (formula with less fat to help the Chylothorax) extremely well.  This apparently doesn't taste very good, just like most low-fat food!, but she doesn't seem to mind.  After eating last night, she stayed awake for a while without crying.  This was definitely a blessing for mommy and daddy to see.  She just stared at us with her big blue eyes and looked very peaceful.  Thank you God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke with the nurse this morning and he said that Dr. Kirshbom wants to take out the majority of her lines today.  By this afternoon, she should be left with only the chest tube and one or two iv's.  The chest tube will remain until they chylothorax has stopped draining.  The nurse also said the draining has significantly decreased.  And Bethany and I feel without a doubt that this is because of your prayers!  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put up a few pics later of Emma Kate from this journey.  She is amazing.  And she is our little hero.  Thank you for your prayers for her.  Please continue. We are all grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-4395767061898466936?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/4395767061898466936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=4395767061898466936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/4395767061898466936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/4395767061898466936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-5124383834412291162</id><published>2009-01-22T19:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:39:50.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chylothorax</title><content type='html'>Please say another prayer for Emma Kate.  She has a developed a condition called Chylothorax.  This results from lymphatic fluid accumulating in the cavity surrounding the lungs.  This happens when damage has been done to the lymphatic system during a surgery.  Her chest tube is still in, which is a good thing, because this allows the extra fluid to drain without going into her lungs.  They have put Emma Kate on a different formula to help with the draining.  They seem to feel confident that things will clear up.  But it is hard to not get worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This truly sucks.  I have been very confident and very care-free in all of this.  I know that God will heal her.  But I hate this.  I hate seeing my happy, laid back daughter cry every time she is awake.  It breaks my heart that I can't pick her up.  She looks at Bethany and I with eyes that say, "Help me.  Hold me daddy".  I just want this to be over.  And it will be soon.  And she won't remember any of it.  And it will all be ok.  But right now it just sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-5124383834412291162?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/5124383834412291162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=5124383834412291162' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5124383834412291162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5124383834412291162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2009/01/chylothorax.html' title='Chylothorax'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-2229186568513964557</id><published>2009-01-22T08:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:10:57.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One is Over</title><content type='html'>Yesterday is over and for that I am thankful.  I will never be comfortable handing my happy little girl over to someone and seeing her hours later covered in wires with a bandage on her chest.  I pray that this only has to happen one more time and then it will be over forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on that note, there is no one I trust more with the care of my daughter than Children's of Atlanta.  I hate that we have to be here, but I am so very thankful that we are.  As I have mentioned before, these people are our heroes.  And they always will be.  I don't know how Bethany and I will ever be able to show our gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe you can help.  Maybe you can write them, or call them and tell them thank you.  Tell them thank you for loving children more than they have too.  Tell them thank you for being amazing at their job... not just mediocre.  And thank them for giving hope to those who don't feel there is any hope.  In this world of e-mails and texts, write them a letter or give them a call.  Let them know that what they do has an impact.  Let them know they make a difference.  Because they do.  Here is the address and phone number:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Egleston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1405 Clifton Road NE&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta, GA 30322-1062&lt;br /&gt;404-785-6000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address it or ask for the Pediatric Cardiac ICU or the Step Down Unit, or Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kirshbom&lt;/span&gt;.  Sorry about that, I just want them to know how much they are appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our Emma Kate,  things are going really well!  We saw her for the first time around 12:30 yesterday afternoon and she looked so sweet.  Her and her buddy Tad were laying in the hospital bed sound asleep.  Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kirshbom&lt;/span&gt; said that everything went as planned and he feels she will do great.  She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;extubated&lt;/span&gt; last night around midnight, so she is breathing on her own.  She still has wires going in and out of her tiny little body, but they are all giving good indications that she is handling everything well.  The nurses say she will probably spend one more night in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CICU&lt;/span&gt; before heading to the step down unit tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again and again for your thoughts and prayers the last few days.  Thank you for thinking about Emma Kate, a little girl who many of you have never met.  When she has healed from this, we plan to make that change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-2229186568513964557?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/2229186568513964557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=2229186568513964557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/2229186568513964557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/2229186568513964557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-one-is-over.html' title='Day One is Over'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-5197812919574981207</id><published>2009-01-21T06:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:57:30.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery... Update</title><content type='html'>Scroll down for updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Kate woke up with us around 4am and was for the most part very happy. She did fuss a little because we couldn't give her anything to eat. We got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Egleston&lt;/span&gt; at 5:45 and went to our waiting room. A nurse took her vital signs and gave her some medicine that knocked her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anesthesiologist came to get her around 7:30 and said that we would get a call around 9am for updates. We will let you know when we get some news. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 9:45am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just spoke with the nurse who is in the room with Emma Kate.  She said everything is going well and that Emma Kate is about to go on heart/lung bypass.  They will call us back in an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy are doing well.  Trying not to think too much about what all is going on.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lito&lt;/span&gt; are here and we are telling funny stories.  I will share one from yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bethany, Emma Kate and I were going through all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-op things and of course Emma Kate was smiling and laughing at everyone.  The first nurse smiled back and said "I bet your grandma just loves you!". &lt;br /&gt;Now I thought that was an interesting thing to say but just thought that maybe she has grandchildren of her own. &lt;br /&gt;The next nurse we saw during the echo was talking with Emma Kate and making her laugh.  She looked at her and said, "I know your grandma loves you so much!"&lt;br /&gt;So now I am puzzled.  There is no doubt in my mind that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; and Nana love Emma Kate more than anything but this is just a weird thing to say.  Is this a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt; that Children's of Atlanta recommends?  Are nurses told to mention the grandmother?&lt;br /&gt;So we head down to get x-rays done and the nurse once again says, "Oh, I know your grandmother loves you!"&lt;br /&gt;As she walked away, I looked at Bethany and said, "Isn't that strange?  Why do all the nurses keep talking about her grandmother loving her??"&lt;br /&gt;Bethany looked at me and pointed to Emma Kate's bib and said, "Brooks, her bib says My Grandma loves me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the nurses are more observant than her daddy is.  Which is definitely a blessing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-5197812919574981207?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/5197812919574981207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=5197812919574981207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5197812919574981207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5197812919574981207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2009/01/surgery.html' title='Surgery... Update'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-5274364894799847691</id><published>2009-01-20T20:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:26:04.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja-Vu</title><content type='html'>We left Birmingham yesterday around 5:30 after saying goodbye to Anna Brooke and Nana.  Emma Kate slept the entire trip and Bethany and I enjoyed watching the snow.  It was a nice quiet ride that gave us time to mentally prepare for the next few days.  We arrived in Atlanta around 9pm and checked into the RMH.  We got in our room, fed EK, and passed out after watching an episode of the Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up this morning and went to Egleston at 9:40 for our 10:00 pre-op appt.  We were told to expect everything to last around 4 hours.  When we walked in to the hospital, it was like we had never left.  I can't put into words the emotions that came to mind as we rode the elevator to the 3rd floor.  This is the same floor, the same waiting room, that we spent hours in waiting to hear about Emma Kate and her Norwood.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to our room and prepared to begin the procedures.  The first nurse checked EK's blood pressure and oxygen sats.  Emma Kate spent this time chatting the nurse up and laughing at everything.  (Her oxygen levels are ranging between 73 and 75).  The anesthesiologist came in next and told us to have EK in tomorrow morning at 6am because her surgery will begin at 7:30am.  It was during this time that I washed my hands.  I hadn't smelled that soap in 4 1/2 months.  The smell made my eyes fill with tears.  All I could picture was my little 3 day old Emma Kate after having her first surgery.  It is amazing how our senses remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent getting an echo, an xray, signing consent forms and lab work.  We also got to talk with Dr. Kirshbom and he explained the Glenn (I will detail that tomorrow).  He told us that he feels everything should go well and our stay should be about a week.  Through all of this, Emma Kate had a smile on her face.  She is such a joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the pre-op lasted 5 1/2 hours and left the three of us exhausted and hungry.  We called our friends, Charles and Vanessa Giddens (whose son, Parker, was in the hospital in August with Emma Kate), and ate dinner with them.  It was great to spend time with them outside of the CICU!  After dinner, we gave Emma Kate a betadine bath and put her to bed.  Bethany and I then prayed with our sleeping baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prayed for God to give her strength tomorrow and over the days to come.  Prayed for her heart specifically, that it would handle everything well.  We prayed for wisdom for Dr. Kirshbom, Dr. Maxey and everyone else that will come in contact with Emma Kate.  We prayed for rest for ourselves and for peace.  And we prayed that through all of this, and through all things, that God and God alone would be glorified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is just a few hours away and yet right now I am calm.  I feel that we have done this before.  It all feels too familiar.  And I am praying for an amazing outcome.  Tomorrow I may not be able to breathe but right now I know that my little miracle is stronger than any of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-5274364894799847691?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/5274364894799847691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=5274364894799847691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5274364894799847691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5274364894799847691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2009/01/deja-vu.html' title='Deja-Vu'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-5189786200137739534</id><published>2009-01-19T08:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:09:35.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update This Afternoon... Four Months Later</title><content type='html'>So much for the updating when we got home. I guess you could say I got caught up in the life of my family and left Bethany to do the blogging. Not that I couldn't write a book on the last four months' experiences; I just chose to sleep when I got the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany and I were talking last night about the last 5 months. What a crazy world we have been living in. At times it feels like it was just yesterday while others feel like an eternity. This has been the hardest time of my life. And it has been the greatest. I will try my best to recap without writing the book I mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey will begin 19 days before Emma Kate was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 1st, I was let go from my job. While this didn't come as a complete shock, it felt like awful timing. Two weeks before Emma Kate was due and I was spending my time looking for a job. This was something that Bethany and I decided not to tell anyone about because we wanted the focus to be on Emma Kate. And I felt that surely I would find a job and start when we got back from Atlanta. Haha. I can laugh now because I know the outcome. Not as funny while it was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, August 19th comes along and our miracle is born. And Bethany and I become grown-ups. Now, I know that we are both 27 and have been adults for several years and already parents, but August 19th changed us. Life gave grasp to a new meaning. Life is lived in the seconds, not in the years. And we learned to savor the seconds. Every second. Laughing became a true joy. And crying, too. And through all that happened with Emma Kate while in Atlanta, we learned that life is too short to stress over the little things. We learned that laughing is a much better remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home in September and our house became a home. Bethany and I became a team. We took turns late at night preparing medicines/feeding tubes/etc. making sure that Emma Kate was taken care of. We took turns getting up early in the morning to watch Little Einsteins/Ni Hao Kai-lan/etc. with Anna Brooke. And we took turns wondering how bills were going to be paid. And God continued to reveal Himself to us every day/every hour/even every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through September, October, November and December we learned the treasures that are Grace, Humility, and Love. We received so many acts of kindness and generosity, that I am humbled to write about it now. So many people reached out a hand and gave us support. Through all of our stresses and struggles, we saw the world as a good place. A place where people actually love and help one another. And even though we prayed every day that things would get better, we rejoiced in the help we were given. And even though things seemed so tough, they were all blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, it was a blessing for me to be at home with Bethany, Anna Brooke and Emma Kate. I was able to spend time with both of my daughters that too often is taken for granted. I was able to watch my wife be the most incredible mother to my girls. And I was able to learn just a little bit of how to be a good father and husband. I think Bethany and I both grew up more than we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this brings me to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I sit on my lunch break at a job that I could not have hand picked better for myself, I am mentally preparing for another trip to Atlanta. We are heading tonight to the Ronald McDonald House for step 2 in this 3 stage process. Emma Kate will have pre-op tomorrow and her Glenn will be sometime Wednesday. It is amazing that time has flown and crept by all at the same speed. We are scared to death for Emma Kate to have another surgery. But we are very ready to have the Glenn behind her. We are indebted to each of you more than you can imagine for your prayers and support. And I ask again to pray for Emma Kate. Please know that your prayers are being heard. And we are grateful that we receive the reward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-5189786200137739534?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/5189786200137739534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=5189786200137739534' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5189786200137739534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5189786200137739534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-this-afternoon-four-months-later.html' title='Update This Afternoon... Four Months Later'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-1073671954310338582</id><published>2008-09-10T08:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:37:46.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Home</title><content type='html'>We got home Sunday afternoon and everyone is doing great.  Things here have been busy to say the least and I have had no time to update.  I will try to type more later this afternoon.  Just wanted to say we are glad to be home and Emma Kate is doing well.  Thanks for your prayers, emails, thoughts etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-1073671954310338582?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/1073671954310338582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=1073671954310338582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/1073671954310338582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/1073671954310338582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-home.html' title='We Are Home'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-4249220383155246810</id><published>2008-09-05T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:40:23.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Step Down</title><content type='html'>The last time I updated this, I was debating being ready to go home.  Well, there is no longer any debate.  I am ready.  Bethany is ready and Anna Brooke is ready.  Unfortunately, Emma Kate is quite comfortable in the step-down unit.  We moved to the unit on Monday and were thinking we would be leaving around Wednesday or Thursday.  Wednesday or Thursday became Friday, then Saturday, and now, Sunday.  I will explain the details in a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany and I have been taking turns staying the night in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EK's&lt;/span&gt; room so that one of us is fully rested at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RMH&lt;/span&gt; while the other takes care of Emma Kate during the night.  It is also nice for one of us to put Anna Brooke to bed and be there when she wakes up.  It is amazing how much we have missed her through all of this.  Bethany stayed Monday night, I stayed Tuesday and then again Wednesday (so I could be rested for the pretend drive home Thursday!), Bethany last night and I will stay tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we are growing tired of it by the minute, the step-down unit is nice (your typical hospital room) and the staff has been great.  Bethany eats her meals free (all breast feeding moms do, which I think is awesome) and mine are only $5.  The food is decent but I don't think either of us will eat chicken fingers again for quite a while.  And I can't stress enough how much both of us miss our bed.  I think massages at Ross Bridge are in our future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Brooke has been doing wonderful.  She spent several days in Warner Robins with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lito&lt;/span&gt; and seemed to have a great time.  She has also enjoyed spending so much time with Nana.  Today on our date, Anna Brooke over heard someone say Starbucks and she said, "ooh, let's go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; with Nana.  We can get another blueberry muffin".  I think she is enjoying being spoiled by her grandparents.  Bethany and I are so blessed to have such wonderful parents to help us out with everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our date, we spent the morning at the Georgia Aquarium.  It is very nice but I am glad she was free!  I think she enjoyed it but will enjoy it more when she is older.  Her favorite things were the waterfall "just like on little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Einstein's&lt;/span&gt;!", "mt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McKinley&lt;/span&gt;" (a pile of rocks with snow for the arctic fish) "just like on little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Einstein's&lt;/span&gt;!" and the 3-D fish movie because of her "secret agent super spy glasses".  Oh, and the seals were cool, too.  Then we headed to the Varsity for hot dogs and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt; (icy chocolate milk).  On our way home she said "I had a wonderful time with the fish and you daddy".  I love that kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Kate is doing great will almost everything.  She had her oxygen tube and head iv removed on Tuesday, and her pacing wires removed today.  Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sats&lt;/span&gt; (blood pressure, oxygen level, heart rate) are looking awesome.  Sometimes her oxygen levels are a little too high but this is better than being too low.  She loves to be held by mommy and daddy and stays awake for all visitors.  I think she loves showing off her big blue eyes!  She hates having her diaper changed and getting x-rays done.  Other than that, she spends her days sleeping or talking (grunting) to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physical therapist says she has great muscle tone and feels she will meet all goals on time.  The speech therapist has given her two bottles and has been impressed with her ability to swallow.  Aspiration is a big fear for heart babies so this is great that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; can drink.  Today she took her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; test.  This test is usually done for an hour to an hour and a half to simulate how the baby will do in the car on the ride home.  Because our trip is 2 1/2 hours, Emma Kate sat there and slept for 2 1/2 hours.  She is ready to ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, almost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason we are still here...  Emma Kate is fed 55ml of milk through a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; tube (tube through her nose directly to her stomach) for an hour and a half every three hours.  If her stomach can tolerate this, she will move to 55ml an hour and so on until she is taking everything from a bottle.  Typically, when children get to 55ml and hour they can go home because the doctors feel confident they are handling the food.  Unfortunately, she is having a difficult time handling the feed.  Reflux is very common in heart kids but she spits up a lot.  They want to keep monitoring her until she can hold food down a little better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany and I are so proud of how well Emma Kate is doing.  Now we just pray that she can start to handle this food.  Please pray that she will start to tolerate it better.  She has done so well with everything else and I know that she will get the hang of this soon.  Thank you for your prayers and praises.  We can't wait for you all to meet our sweet little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-4249220383155246810?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/4249220383155246810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=4249220383155246810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/4249220383155246810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/4249220383155246810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-step-down.html' title='The Long Step Down'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-4879338672321466372</id><published>2008-08-31T22:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:29:05.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Home</title><content type='html'>We are sitting in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CICU&lt;/span&gt; still. Emma Kate was given floor orders this morning but there are no beds available in the step-down unit. So we wait in our own little private room in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;icu&lt;/span&gt; and hope another family is discharged so we can get one step closer to Birmingham. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; is doing awesome. As I write this she is snuggled peacefully in Bethany's arms and they are both content. And all I can think about is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand I am ready to be there. Ready to sleep in my own bed. Ready to wake up to Anna Brooke asking for "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nemo&lt;/span&gt;" juice. Ready to take a shower in my own shower. I am ready to lay in our bed with our two little girls and see Anna Brooke learn to be a big sister. And I am ready to see Emma Kate grow stronger and learn to smile and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am not quite ready to leave. This surgery has been so straining on us mentally for quite a while. And yet it has been such an incredible experience to encounter. Please don't get me wrong, I have hated seeing my daughter endure what no child should and my wife what no parent should. But somehow, now, I feel so refreshed. It has been terrifying, humbling and breathtaking. Now watching her sleep and breath on her own I feel I can breath. Through this chaos has come complete order. I believe that these events only happen a few times in life. And the outcome of this event is my amazing Emma Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the greatest journey I have ever been apart of and I am just a bystander. I have laughed, cried, sang, cursed and have gained more insight into life than I could have ever imagined. I have witnessed the birth of my beautiful daughter, witnessed the indescribable mystery of God's creation, witnessed the awesome ability of man's medical might and witnessed the wonderful power of prayer from family, friends and complete strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to be home. But I am not ready to forget this. I fear when we get home life will become fast paced again. I fear going to work and toiling over meaningless things. I fear getting caught up in the mundane, getting caught up in the things that don't matter. In here, life seems so simple: Love my wife, my girls, my family and everyone else. Love them all with everything that I am. Be sincere and live each moment with the same passion as my Anna Brooke. And take each breath with the gentleness of my Emma Kate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-4879338672321466372?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/4879338672321466372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=4879338672321466372' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/4879338672321466372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/4879338672321466372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/almost-home.html' title='Almost Home'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-3657608422991329796</id><published>2008-08-27T14:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:05:15.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls</title><content type='html'>The past week seems to be a blur in my head.  A week ago this evening, I sat in the Cardiac ICU with a day old Emma Kate uncertain of her future.  Not knowing when her surgery would be.  Not knowing how it would turn out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she lays here with only an internal heart line and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IV's&lt;/span&gt; with medicine.  No more breathing machine, chest tube or catheter.  No more numbers for me to stare at and worry when one jumps or drops.  She is close to just relying on me and Bethany.  This is a little scary but we can't wait to have her as our own.  She currently has a feeding tube through her nose and is getting her first bit of food as I write this.  Hopefully her body will take this well and she can be bottle fed soon.  We are just happy that after 8 days, she is actually getting food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still cautious about her future, but she has been amazing.  To say that life has been challenging the last few months would be an understatement.  But the way she fights shows us nothing is impossible.  I look at the scar on Emma Kate's chest that will forever be a part of her.  It is a scar that some day she might be insecure about.  I pray that she isn't.  I pray that she is proud of it.  Proud of a sign that forever tells her that she is stronger than most.  Stronger than her daddy will ever be.  Bethany and I keep calling her our little fighter.  But that is too masculine a word for something as precious as she.  There needs to be a new word for something so fragile yet so strong.  Someone so new and innocent yet already a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conqueror&lt;/span&gt; of death.  The only words I can think of are Emma Kate.  Her name speaks it perfectly to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our other worry in all of this was how a 2 1/2 year old, strong-willed child would handle the separation from her best friend.  Also, how her mommy would handle being away from her little princess.  I am very proud to say that both are doing well!  Anna Brooke went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lito's&lt;/span&gt; house yesterday and didn't cry for us once!  I think she is truly enjoying being spoiled; first by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt; and papa and now by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kiki&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lito&lt;/span&gt;.  Bethany had a hard time waking up this morning without AB but knows this is a big important step for both of them.  I am very blessed and proud of all of my girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update again soon, perhaps even from the step-down unit.  Writing has been very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; for me.  Thank you all for sharing this journey with us and for your prayers and support.  We all need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.  We still have a long road ahead but each step is making the next a little easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-3657608422991329796?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/3657608422991329796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=3657608422991329796' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/3657608422991329796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/3657608422991329796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-girls.html' title='My Girls'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-2145342469815195795</id><published>2008-08-25T10:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:25:00.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extubated!!!</title><content type='html'>We are about to head up to see Emma Kate and we got great news.  She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extubated&lt;/span&gt; (breathing tubes removed from her mouth) this morning!  The doctors and nurses have been very impressed with her breathing and were slowly weening her off the machine.  They told us last night they were going to run a few tests and see if she could handle breathing on her own.  We were expecting her to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;extubated&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow morning but this is a very pleasant surprise.  Seeing those tubes in her mouth has been one of the harder things of this process because she seems so uncomfortable.  When she cries, there is no sound, just a red squished up face.  We can't wait to go kiss those sweet little lips and hear her cry as much as she wants to!  What a good way to start the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-2145342469815195795?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/2145342469815195795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=2145342469815195795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/2145342469815195795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/2145342469815195795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/extubated.html' title='Extubated!!!'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-6700723808565365804</id><published>2008-08-24T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:39:04.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>48 Hours</title><content type='html'>It has been 48 hours since the doctors took Emma Kate away for her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Norwood&lt;/span&gt;.  They told us that the first 48 hours are the most critical after surgery.  So far, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; is doing better than I could have ever hoped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sit and talk with Emma Kate, we ask the nurses thousands of questions.  I'm sure we ask the same things over and over but the nurses continue to answer with a smile.  (Please thank God for Kim, Rachel, Brenda, Kristina, Allison, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heretta&lt;/span&gt;, Rachel again, Lisa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heretta&lt;/span&gt; again, Lisa again and Lauren).  They explain each tube, drain, button and medicine over and over.  I try to pretend like I know what is going on but actually I'm just glad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; is in their hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Kate is currently still swollen in her face, arms and legs.  This is a side effect of all the liquid being put into her body with not much being let out.  The body has to work hard after surgery to pee and it is even harder for someone who is 5 days old.  They told me yesterday they would like to see her between 15-20 ml per hour but would settle for 10.  She hit 12 the first hour we were there and never looked back.  She got as high as 31ml!  I know it is weird to be excited about pee but it feels good knowing one of her goals and seeing her reach it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of Sunday morning, Emma Kate has not had any major setbacks and for this we are grateful.  We know there are many days still to come but these first few have gone well.  We have taken many pics of her with her wires and I will post them soon.  They are hard to look at but I have taken them for several reasons.  First, I always want to remember what my little hero went through.  Problems and struggles will never seem as difficult compared to this.  Second, I want Emma Kate to see these when she is older.  I want her to know how hard she fought and how truly precious she is.  I also want to show every boy who knocks on my door in the future just how much my Emma Kate means to me.  I think these pics will be stronger than a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our stay here, we have built relationships with other heart parents who understand exactly what we are going through.  It has been a great emotional release to deeply exhale and look over and see another dad nod with sympathy.  To be able to walk over and say "You guys should go get some rest... There is a huge parking garage to go scream in... (and my personal favorite) I just don't understand the heart at all!!"  With these people, we have quickly formed a bond.  We rejoice in their victories and pray hard in the struggles.  We look forward to the day when we aren't seeing them in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CICU&lt;/span&gt; and instead in the Step-down unit.  That is still a little while away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why God chose Emma Kate to endure this.  But I do know that my faith in Him grows by the minute.  And my faith in man is growing as well.  If only we could all look past our differences and reach out and give each other a hug.  What a wonderful world it would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-6700723808565365804?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/6700723808565365804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=6700723808565365804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/6700723808565365804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/6700723808565365804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/48-hours.html' title='48 Hours'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-700677616874928405</id><published>2008-08-22T23:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:37:45.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Heroes</title><content type='html'>It has been a very long day.  As I type this, it is 12:15am and my wife and two daughters are sound asleep.  And at this exact moment, I have peace.  For today I have cried many tears and tried to laugh when I could but tonight all is as right as can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Kate fought hard today.  They took her away this morning and put her on heart and lung bypass around 9 am.  At 1 pm we were called and told that she came off of bypass without any problems.  Though our hearts haven't started back quite yet, this was a big step.  Thank you God for hearing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kirshbom&lt;/span&gt; came and said everything went as smoothly as he could have hoped.  He said she didn't have much swelling so he was able to close her chest in the OR.  He said the next 12-24 hours are the most critical and that she will be monitored very closely.  (as of 11pm when I left her, everything was looking good.  They have upped a little of her medicine to help with profusion but this is relatively normal.  Her nurse said her chest tube is showing that she is having very little bleeding which is great.  She has a little "extra" noise in her chest which is caused from fluids that they are draining.  I have my pager and cell phone by my side just in case anything is to change). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kirshbom&lt;/span&gt; left, Bethany and I cried and cried.  What a blessing that her surgery went so well.  I know this is still an uphill climb but I am thankful a big piece of the trip is underway.  Emma Kate is our little fighter and I could not love her more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often told Bethany that Emma Kate would be born on 8/22/08 because 8 is Bethany's favorite number and 2 is mine.  She was not born on the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, but on the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; she was given a chance at life.  I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to dance, I want to rejoice with all that I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I witnessed someone walk in, whom I have never met, and casually introduce himself to my family.  He explained what he was going to do to my newborn daughter's heart like I would explain how to turn on the computer.  He talked about a procedure that is the difference between life and death for Emma Kate with such a calm confidence that I have chills thinking about it now.  I wake up in the morning wanting to make an impact in this world and end up playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;XBOX&lt;/span&gt;.  He wakes up in the morning and repairs the hearts of children of people he doesn't even know.  I am sure he makes a good living but whatever it is will never be enough.  He has given my little girl a shot at life.  Thank you is an insult to say.  It is way beyond that.  When he left after her surgery, Bethany said she just wanted to kiss him.  I think I could too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in a room full of tiny babies with tiny injured hearts and look around at a room full of nurses who are smarter than I could ever dream of being.  They spend 12 hour shifts looking at monitors and working on computers that detail Emma Kate's every heart beat.  They don't sit around and play solitaire or gossip or complain.  They pump and prod and poke and pray and sing and hold and comfort children in order to heal with the hopes the child never has to come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sanctuary unlike any I have ever stepped foot.  I'm sure outside these walls they are normal people with pain, with problems of their own.  But here, within the security of these doors, these people, these doctors, these nurses, these blessings... in here to me and countless others... these people are heroes.  And I am grateful in a way that awakens my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-700677616874928405?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/700677616874928405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=700677616874928405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/700677616874928405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/700677616874928405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-of-heroes.html' title='A Day of Heroes'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-8461520042009934421</id><published>2008-08-22T12:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:37:31.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Kate Is Done With Surgery</title><content type='html'>Just spoke with Dr. Kirshbom and he said Emma Kate did great.  We will see her in about an hour and I will update with all details after we see her.  We just wanted to let you know that her surgery went well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-8461520042009934421?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/8461520042009934421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=8461520042009934421' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/8461520042009934421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/8461520042009934421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/emma-kate-is-done-with-surgery.html' title='Emma Kate Is Done With Surgery'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-5645273959329217076</id><published>2008-08-22T07:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:19:37.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Kate in Surgery</title><content type='html'>We found out this morning that Emma Kate was moved to the first case.  We walked with her up to the OR, and around 7:35am, the OR nurse said that Dr. Kirshbom should begin between 8:30 and 9:00am.  The nurse will give us a call when they have begun.  And she will also call every hour during the surgery.  Bethany was able to hold Emma Kate for a few minutes.  And when we walked with her to the OR she was wide awake looking around at everything and everyone.  Thank you for your prayers and we will keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;Brooks and Bethany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-5645273959329217076?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/5645273959329217076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=5645273959329217076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5645273959329217076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5645273959329217076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/emma-kate-in-surgery.html' title='Emma Kate in Surgery'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-4599058261063551462</id><published>2008-08-21T16:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:08:22.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Kate's Norwood is Tomorrow (Friday)!!!</title><content type='html'>I got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Egleston&lt;/span&gt; this morning around 10:00am just as the morning rounds were wrapping up.  They don't allow anyone in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CICU&lt;/span&gt; during rounds so this was my plan.  As I walked in, I saw Tracy (surgery coordinator who Bethany and I met last month on our visit) and she said that the plan was to have Emma Kate's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Norwood&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow morning.  She wasn't 100 % sure, but that is what she believed was the plan.  She also said that Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kirshbom&lt;/span&gt; would be doing the surgery.  This was definitely a blessing as we have heard that he is very skilled in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Norwood&lt;/span&gt;.  (Obviously all the doctors here are good at the procedure, we have just heard that he is the best). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Bethany, who with her mom and Anna Brooke were in the car on the way from Birmingham, and told her about the plan.  She began to cry a little (tears of joy) as this is what we were hoping for.  I told her that Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kirshbom&lt;/span&gt; was in surgery and would speak with us when Bethany arrived.  I spent about two hours with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; and went to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany arrived in Atlanta around 1:45 and we went and sat with Emma Kate.  She is still doing very well.  She has the chubbiest little cheeks for a child that was only 5 lbs 13oz!  She is sleeping all the time, as newborns do, and all of her tests are coming back well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kirsbom&lt;/span&gt; came to meet with us around 2:15 and discussed the plans.  Emma Kate will have her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Norwood&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow morning to mid-day.  She is the second case of the day meaning Dr. K has another surgery before hers.  The estimated time for surgery is around noon.  He said that there is a chance that his first case won't show up tomorrow and if this happens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; will go at 7:15am.  This means that Bethany and I will get to the hospital around 6:30am so we can be with her before she goes if she does go first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. K discussed the procedure in depth and the plans before and after.  (Here is a link that explains the &lt;a href="http://www.choa.org/default.aspx?id=735"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Norwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  For you heart parents out there, Dr. K will be doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sano&lt;/span&gt; instead of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt; shunt).  The surgery should last roughly 6 hours and we will be called by a nurse every hour to explain where they are and how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; is doing.  After her surgery, she will remain in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;CICU&lt;/span&gt; until she is stable enough to go to the step-down unit.  She won't be able to "step-down" until the majority of her wires and tubes are removed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. K explained that Emma Kate is a typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;HLHS&lt;/span&gt; baby and feels her surgery has a 85-90% success rate.  This stat falls in-line with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Norwood&lt;/span&gt; patients.  He did say that her aorta is very small --2-2.5 mm (not cm as I posted before) but this is not uncommon for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;HLHS&lt;/span&gt; babies.  We will meet with him again tomorrow when surgery is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does this leave us?  Scared, excited, nervous, exhausted, etc.  You name it, we are going through it.  We are very glad that step 1 will begin tomorrow.  This has been a surgery that has been hanging over our heads for months and now it is finally here.  We are more scared than we have ever been in our lives.  We are planning to get as much rest as possible tonight so that we can be ready for what is about to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Kate is real now.  I can touch her, smell her, kiss her and I am going to allow someone to take her away and stop her heart.  It is the weirdest feeling I have ever known.  I know that they are doing it to save her life but it takes my breath away.  Please dear God let her surgery be a success.  I can't say that loud enough and it still feels like a whisper.  Please allow the doctors and nurses do their jobs with the knowledge and talents and abilities that you gave them.  And please let my sweet little girl with her chubby cheeks and her long skinny fingers and toes and her head full of hair and her sweet little tongue and her soft precious skin get through all of this.  Please hear all of the prayers that are being brought to you on behalf of Emma Kate.  And if it is not too selfish, please hear mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-4599058261063551462?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/4599058261063551462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=4599058261063551462' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/4599058261063551462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/4599058261063551462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/emma-kates-norwood-is-tomorrow-friday.html' title='Emma Kate&apos;s Norwood is Tomorrow (Friday)!!!'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-6609120970666726565</id><published>2008-08-20T23:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:44:48.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Kate is at Egleston</title><content type='html'>It is about 12:30am est and I have just left Emma Kate in the Cardiac ICU at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Egleston&lt;/span&gt;.  I arrived in Atlanta around 6:15 pm est and checked into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RMH&lt;/span&gt; and headed over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Egleston&lt;/span&gt; around 7:15.  Unfortunately this was during their shift change so I had to wait around for what seemed like forever.  I was assured that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; was indeed at the hospital and that the cardiologist was doing an echo on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 9:30 I was finally able to go and see her and she is doing great!  I spoke for a while with Dr. Clay (pediatric cardiologist on duty) and he went over more details about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HLHS&lt;/span&gt;.  Basic things that Bethany and I have heard several times but it is still refreshing to hear over and over again.  I do like that each doctor has been consistent in explaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EK's&lt;/span&gt; diagnosis.  He said that she is stable and everything looks good for surgery.  The surgeon's will do their rounds tomorrow morning and will meet with us to go over her surgery schedule.  It is looking like it will be either Friday or Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dr. Clay was finished, Emma Kate's two nurses (Kim and Rachel) went over basic rules and guidelines for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CICU&lt;/span&gt;.  They also explained each of her wires and said that two of her medications she was on at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UAB&lt;/span&gt; (one for blood pressure and one for helping the heart pump) were removed because she didn't need them.  The ports are still attached in case she needs them in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the information, I called Bethany and then just sat with Emma Kate.  She slept for the 2 1/2 hours I was in there!  I rubbed her head for the good majority of the time (she has so much dark hair!) and let her know how much we love her.  I also told her about all of you praying for her.  We also watched Misty May and Kerri Walsh win gold in Beach Volleyball which she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed!  She will like the Olympics like her daddy and big sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on getting a good night's rest and heading over in the morning to hopefully meet with the surgeon.  They gave me a pager and have my cell phone and room number just in case anything is to happen.  I feel like our little girl is in good hands and am anxious to find out when her surgery will be.  I am also ready for Bethany and Anna Brooke to get here tomorrow.  Beth will be discharged sometime in the morning and they will head over shortly after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few pics of her tonight but I will post those later.  For now, good night and we will update in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-6609120970666726565?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/6609120970666726565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=6609120970666726565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/6609120970666726565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/6609120970666726565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/emma-kate-is-at-egleston.html' title='Emma Kate is at Egleston'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-1959749246011904977</id><published>2008-08-20T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:34:35.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading to Atlanta</title><content type='html'>We just got word from the transport team that they will start loading Emma Kate up in about an hour (2:15pm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cst&lt;/span&gt;).  The nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;practitioner&lt;/span&gt; believes that they will be taking her by ambulance because she is stable and not on a ventilator.  I will be following the ambulance so I can be with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; when she gets to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you wondering, Emma Kate will be in the Cardiac ICU at the Children's Hospital of Atlanta/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Egleston&lt;/span&gt;.  We are still not sure when her surgery will be but believe it will be Friday or Monday at the latest.  We will know more when the surgeons in Atlanta have a look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has done so well so far and we are very hopeful that this will continue.  We are getting close to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Norwood&lt;/span&gt; which has me a little freaked out.  It is just so weird because she seems so perfectly healthy.  But I know that inside her little heart needs help.  Please keep praying that she will handle everything as well as she has been and that mommy and daddy will be able to handle it as well.  We are definitely hanging in there and appreciate all of your support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update tonight after she gets settled in Atlanta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-1959749246011904977?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/1959749246011904977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=1959749246011904977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/1959749246011904977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/1959749246011904977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/heading-to-atlanta.html' title='Heading to Atlanta'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-5692531541146556062</id><published>2008-08-19T22:05:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:08:15.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Bundle of Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is late and I had typed a long long post about how great of a day it has been and it didn't save. I will type something again tomorrow when I get to Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarize:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany and Emma Kate are doing Great!! Bethany said this delivery was night and day compared to Anna Brooke. She had some trouble with the contractions but when it came down for EK to come, it was smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Kate is doing amazingly well. She was born at 4:37pm and was 5 lbs 13 oz and 19 1/4 inches long. She is in the NICU now and is very stable. Her oxygen levels are moving around 97-100. She will be monitored all night and we will find out in the morning when she will be transported to Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually going home now (11:50pm) to get some rest (Bethany's cousin Marti is staying the next few days with Beth) as I will be driving to Atlanta tomorrow. Emma Kate will be taken to Atlanta sometime tomorrow and we would like for me to be there when she gets there. Bethany will head over on Thursday when she is discharged with her mom and Anna Brooke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't sure when her surgery will be but think it will be late this week or next Monday. The docs said after doing an echo and taking x-rays that Emma Kate's heart has no new conditions to be concerned with. This is great news. Her left ventricle is very small as is her aorta (2.4cm) but this is what they expected. She has no leaking in any of her valves and all arteries look strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update when I get a chance in Atlanta. Thank you all for your thoughts, prayers and comments. She is such a beautiful mild mannered little angel. Bethany and I both were able to hold her for a little while late this evening and she is so sweet. She kept looking around and sticking out her little tongue. I loved the fact that I was able to soothe her cries by just talking to her. Whenever I would speak, she would calm down to listen. She is already holding my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics from the day... We will post more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236460941687573266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oIvTS7oDHc/SKule4V-yxI/AAAAAAAAABg/s3Je3wCNEv4/s320/emma+Kate+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236460471346968514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oIvTS7oDHc/SKulDgMCt8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/wctHSS_iQJM/s320/emma+Kate+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236460754319672258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oIvTS7oDHc/SKulT-V_g8I/AAAAAAAAABY/q5KkOIm_aH8/s320/emma+Kate+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236461141247569650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6oIvTS7oDHc/SKulqfwyrvI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ak8q7iVApoQ/s320/emma+Kate+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236461407517788242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oIvTS7oDHc/SKul5_sjyFI/AAAAAAAAABw/VfzUa9Yjp3k/s320/emma+Kate+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236461689662202514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6oIvTS7oDHc/SKumKaxB4pI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iOOMJJYK5j4/s320/emma+Kate+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236461888861694882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6oIvTS7oDHc/SKumWA1466I/AAAAAAAAACA/aF0fn0Wze90/s320/emma+Kate+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-5692531541146556062?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/5692531541146556062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=5692531541146556062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5692531541146556062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5692531541146556062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/pink-bundle-of-joy.html' title='Pink Bundle of Joy'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6oIvTS7oDHc/SKule4V-yxI/AAAAAAAAABg/s3Je3wCNEv4/s72-c/emma+Kate+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-6189962805969872304</id><published>2008-08-19T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:15:32.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Kate is Here!!</title><content type='html'>Emma Kate arrived at 4:37pm (cst).  She weighed 5lbs 13oz and looked great!  According to her Kiki and daddy, she's "very pink" and has lots of dark hair.  Brooks will post pictures as soon as he can.  Brooks said Bethany is doing well and feeling very good.  The doctors have already taken her down to the NICU, but Bethany was able to hold her before hand because Emma Kate was doing so well, and Brooks was allowed to cut the cord.  Emma Kate was even given an APGAR score of 8/9 out of 10 (and they rarely ever give 10's), so this is wonderful news.  Brooks said they should be able to go down to NICU to see her around 6pm (CST), so I'll post more once we've been updated.  Thanks to everyone for all of your good thoughts and prayers!!&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kristy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-6189962805969872304?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/6189962805969872304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=6189962805969872304' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/6189962805969872304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/6189962805969872304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/emma-kate-is-here.html' title='Emma Kate is Here!!'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-4860940376029604421</id><published>2008-08-19T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:33:01.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #2</title><content type='html'>This is Kristy again (Brooks' sister).  Just wanted to post another quick update.  My mom just called where she and some other visitors have been sent out to the waiting room.  The nurses are wanting Bethany to rest for a while, so Brooks is keeping her company.  Bethany is now measuring at 6.75 centimeters, and her contractions are 1 to 2.5 minutes apart.  She and Emma Kate are still doing well, just getting a little tired!  That's about all for now.  I will post again as soon as I hear more information!&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kristy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-4860940376029604421?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/4860940376029604421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=4860940376029604421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/4860940376029604421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/4860940376029604421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-2.html' title='Update #2'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-1835329692225493945</id><published>2008-08-19T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:11:52.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #1</title><content type='html'>Bethany is already dilated 4 centimeters (which is good news!). She is getting her epidural as of 10am (cst). Her contractions are anywhere from 1 to 4 minutes apart. The doctors are impressed with her progress, and continue to keep an eye on her and the baby. Once the epidural is in place, the doctors will break her water. There is one concern: Emma Kate's heart rate drops after a contraction. The doctor viewed this and felt everything was okay for now. We have also spoken with the pediatric NICU doctor, and he has said that if Emma Kate is stable, she should be flown to Atlanta either tomorrow or Thursday. We will keep you posted on further updates.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kristy (for Brooks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-1835329692225493945?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/1835329692225493945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=1835329692225493945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/1835329692225493945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/1835329692225493945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-1.html' title='Update #1'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-224814765920054829</id><published>2008-08-18T16:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:58:16.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August and Everything After</title><content type='html'>I know I said I would get better about posting but we have been busy the last few weeks.  We are now all settled in our new apartment which is a good thing being that Emma Kate will be born TOMORROW!  The doctor told Bethany last week said that this would be a good week to induce and picked Tuesday so EK could be flown to Atlanta mid to late week.  We obviously don't know when she will head to Atlanta but think it will be Thursday or Friday.  We are heading to UAB tomorrow at 8am.  Hopefully things will go quickly for Bethany!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are SO VERY EXCITED to have Emma Kate with us.  I know that we need to get rest tonight but I am sure neither of us will sleep.  Nana just arrived from Virginia and will be on Anna Brooke duty for the next week or so.  Kiki and Lito are heading up from Warner Robins in the morning and Marti is heading up from Auburn.  We are thankful that we will have family with us and welcome anyone that would like to visit us.  The same goes for Atlanta.  Anyone that would like to see our little girl and pray for her and tell her to fight with all she has is welcome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update as often as possible from the hospital at UAB the next few days and then again in Atlanta.  I plan to update daily, if not more, with pics and various things that are going on.  Until then, thanks for the prayers and I am anxious to show you pics of Emma Kate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-224814765920054829?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/224814765920054829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=224814765920054829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/224814765920054829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/224814765920054829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-and-everything-after.html' title='August and Everything After'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-8811547009070173108</id><published>2008-07-25T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:57:40.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where We Are</title><content type='html'>I promise to get better about posting, especially as the days get closer to Emma Kate being born. I would really like to write down what we have been feeling... what we have been going through. I have just been in a fog the past few weeks. I am usually not a person who stresses, but this has been a trying time for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of July has seen quite a few ups and downs and plans being made and then changed as soon as they feel concrete. I write this now, feeling as if I know the plan, but understand that it could change any day. And I think I am ok with this... this utter chaos. It is teaching me patience like I have never known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plan (as of 11:30am on 7/25):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Emma Kate is going to be born in Birmingham at UAB Hospital. She is due August 24Th, but could obviously come any time around then. The goal is to let her come on her own time, but will discuss inducing if necessary. After debating having EK in either Atlanta or Birmingham, we feel it is in the best interest for all of us if Bethany just hangs around here until EK is born. The doctors said this would not affect Emma Kate at all as they often fly HLHS babies to other hospitals from UAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Depending on how Emma Kate is after birth, we will wait a few days before transporting to the Children's Hospital of Atlanta where she will have her Norwood procedure. Bethany and I visited CHOA a few weeks ago and feel very confident that EK will be well taken care of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-While in Atlanta, we will be staying at the Ronald McDonald house a block away from the hospital. We are very blessed that this facility is available and so close to CHOA. We also have several volunteers (Kiki, Nana, etc.) to help love on Anna Brooke and all of us during this time. We are so thankful for this and could not get through this without their support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel that this "plan" is our best option available. Having the logistics figured out has gotten us very excited for Emma Kate's arrival. We are also scared to death of her surgeries. Part of me knows that everything will be alright and the doctors know what they are doing. But part of me cries daily with the fear of something going wrong... for some reason losing her. I try to push those feeling's away, but they creep up from time to time. It is a genuine fear that I have. And I don't know how to make it stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep praying for Emma Kate... and for Bethany, me and Anna Brooke. It has been hard but I know blessings are just around the corner. Thank you for your love and support. It means more than you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-8811547009070173108?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/8811547009070173108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=8811547009070173108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/8811547009070173108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/8811547009070173108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-we-are.html' title='Where We Are'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-6441841237158321063</id><published>2008-06-30T12:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:04:16.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Want To Be Loved</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that it has been over a month since I have last written. I have sat in front of a blank screen many times not knowing what to write. Not that I have not had several things going on that I could write books about... I just don't know how to say it. I guess some is stress and some is laziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I struggle with most is wanting to say something important. Wanting what I write to matter. Wanting what I think, what I feel, what I do to make a difference. I think this is something that we all struggle with. We struggle with wanting to be liked... wanting to be important... wanting to have worth. We call friends and vent about our problems because we want our problems to matter. We give advice that we feel is best because we want our words to be important. We tell stories and write blogs so that what we have seen and what we have done has significance. In the end, I think we just want to be loved. But often we are selfish and want to be loved more than we want to love. I am guilty of this. And for this I apologize. I want to be better at loving others. And in a non-selfish way, maybe this will make a better impact for the world that I desire. And I hope that I can begin to use my experiences as lessons along the way. That I could gain Wisdom from all situations in order to be a better man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I have been this month: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A few doctors appointments to learn more about our sweet Emma Kate. She is growing well and it looks as though her heart is in good shape for surgeries. It also appears that everything will be able to take place in Atlanta. Praise God for this! This, needless to say, is a blessing that Bethany and I had not even anticipated. It will definitely be a comfort to be surrounded by family during this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Biloxi, twice, gambling so that I could win millions, buy everything Bethany and I ever wanted or needed and all would be right in the world. Both times came away with more than I walked in with and still felt empty. Though I try to convince myself over and over again, it will never be the money that will make me happy. I truly do enjoy playing roulette though. And for some reason... I am good at it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Dentist which led to the Oral Surgeon. I like how everyone who talks about getting their wisdom teeth removed all have the same awful reaction. It was very encouraging to hear such "fun" experiences BEFORE mine were removed. And yes, it has been rough and I still don't have feeling in my bottom lip and chin (4 days later) but I will try to be kind in my recollection to those about to endure the experience. And I am thankful for my wife and her ability to comfort and nurture. God has blessed my wife with many wonderful gifts and for some reason blessed me with the rewards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Warner Robins to visit my family. It is always way too short a visit and always way too long in between visits. The highlight of the trip was definitely watching my mother dominate the "hula hoop" on the wii fit. It was nice to see us "gamers" fail only to watch mom set the bar high. Keep it up Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Golfing with Todd and Chad at Farm Links for Father's Day(I didn't forget Megan! But it definitely needed to be a highlight!). Anytime I get to play 36 holes of golf it is a great day but this course made it better. And I was proud of my new found discipline. I didn't drink any of the coke in the glass bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Virginia to watch my Brother-in-Law Zach graduate high school. While working his after-grad party I realized that I am a lot closer to 30 than I am to 18. And I am strangely ok with this. And I realized that I still love Washington D.C. Something about the city reminds me of being 10 and wanting to be President. Seeing the Declaration of Independence and reading what "ordinary" men wrote and visioned for a country not yet formed is inspiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month has been long and hard, but it has been good. It has been full of lessons that I am seeking hard to grasp. They are pointing me towards a life that perhaps will be difficult. But God has provided me with the tools necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Troy, Odysseus says "Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My actions may not be echoed across the centuries. But I hope they will make a ripple today. For what I do today matters more than I give credit. And if I can give my all today with love to those that I know, then perhaps this will make more than an echo throughout eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-6441841237158321063?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/6441841237158321063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=6441841237158321063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/6441841237158321063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/6441841237158321063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-all-want-to-be-loved.html' title='We All Want To Be Loved'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-1685205171912219928</id><published>2008-05-28T11:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:02:13.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Am Weak</title><content type='html'>I wasn't thinking that today would be very hard.  I got to sleep in an hour later than normal and I love to sleep in.  I was only going to work a half day at the office and had settled most of my issues yesterday afternoon.  I fed Anna Brooke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheerios's&lt;/span&gt; and (and this is rare) she ate the entire bowl.  If anything, today should have been an easy day.  Not so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it started when Bethany and I were heading out to our Pediatric Cardiologist appointment.  Bethany's sister, Erin, came over to watch Anna Brooke (which she has done several times) and Anna Brooke pitched a fit (she has a hard time whenever Bethany leaves her and makes herself throw-up).  And, of course, she ate the whole bowl of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cheerios's&lt;/span&gt;.  So after cleaning up her mess and leaving a screaming child in the hands of her poor pregnant aunt, we head to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UAB&lt;/span&gt; with only 30 minutes to get there and find a parking spot.  We make it to the parking garage in about 25 minutes and drive through all 5 levels, finally finding a spot in a corner as far away from where we need to be as possible.  We make our way to the doctors office and arrive only five minutes late.  Not too bad all things considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting only 45 minutes (note to self: no need to ever worry about being late here) we are called back to our room.  The appointment was similar to the last: Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colvin&lt;/span&gt; looked at Emma Kate's heart for a while and explained what he was looking for and what he saw.  He said the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pulmonary&lt;/span&gt; artery looked good and that blood flow was going to and from all the places necessary for surgery.  One issue that he was struggling with getting a good view of her aorta.  He said he believed it was just under 1mm (very small but not abnormal with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HLHS&lt;/span&gt;) and that he would look again at our next visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked him a few questions and were kind of shell-shocked with his answer to our last question.  We asked when we could meet the surgeon for Emma Kate.  He asked our due date (Aug. 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) and said that they are having a change of command (not sure when or who) and that Emma Kate might have her first surgery at the Children's Hospital in Boston.  I think we were both a little stunned as we didn't ask any questions after.  We left our appointment and just started talking about everything.  And we are left with tons of questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long after she is born will she be flown to Boston?  He said that she would still be delivered at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UAB&lt;/span&gt;, so how long until her surgery?  Will we fly with her?  Hotels?  Insurance?  Work?  What do we do?  Obviously we will be with her... but what about Anna Brooke?  It is going to be hard enough on her even if the surgery is in Birmingham.  I love my Anna Brooke and we want to make this as easy on her as possible.  And a lot more questions that I can't think of right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all i could think about was Boston.  Bethany and I have wanted to take a trip to Boston for a few years.  I love the Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; (I liked them before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bandwagoners&lt;/span&gt;-mainly because of the "B" on the hat).  I want to get a shirt from Harvard , see the old north church, walk through Boston Common and get a picture of us on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yawkee&lt;/span&gt; Way.  And all I kept picturing was taking my wife and two girls to a baseball game and eating hot dogs.  I want to go to Boston but not like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I broke down.  I think this is becoming more real to me.  In the back of my mind, I keep hoping that this is all a mistake and her heart is healthy.  But this is reality.  My daughter has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HLHS&lt;/span&gt;.  She will have open heart surgery a few days after she is born.  Whether her surgery is in Birmingham or Boston (where the majority of all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;HLHS&lt;/span&gt; surgery cases I read seem to take place) or anywhere else in the world I don't care.  I want her to be in the best hands possible.  Because one day my wife, two girls and I will go to a game in Boston.  And we will visit Nana and Papa in Germany.  And we will go spend a week at the beach with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lito&lt;/span&gt;.  And all of this crying and worrying and wondering will be better spent laughing and playing and growing.  Even though I hate this, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; being weak right now.  Because I know that I will be strong for her when she is born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-1685205171912219928?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/1685205171912219928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=1685205171912219928' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/1685205171912219928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/1685205171912219928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-am-weak.html' title='When I Am Weak'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-9184058581388759892</id><published>2008-05-19T09:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:29:53.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Samson</title><content type='html'>I have been slack on my posting lately as I have been traveling and spending time with Bethany and Anna Brooke.  I am currently in an Audit Training class (we are taking a smoke break for some people) and I wanted to ask you to pray for little Sammy.  He is having his third surgery, the fontan, this morning.  His mom, who I'm sure is going crazy right now, is updating her blogs.  Go to &lt;a href="http://www.babysamson.com/"&gt;www.babysamson.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.wonderbliss.com/"&gt;www.wonderbliss.com&lt;/a&gt; for updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-9184058581388759892?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/9184058581388759892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=9184058581388759892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/9184058581388759892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/9184058581388759892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-samson.html' title='Baby Samson'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-3121433503152079867</id><published>2008-05-12T07:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:54:56.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Am Who I Am</title><content type='html'>How do I write about the women who have molded my life and do them justice?  There aren't enough words, poems, cards or days to express my thankfulness to the "mothers" that God has blessed me with.  Each of them have helped create the person that I am and continue to shape the person I am becoming. It is amazing how I can look at my life and see traces of each of them sewn into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the greatest impacts made in my life has been by my mother.  She gave me life. Not only in a literal sense but she helped create my thoughts, my personality, my interests. Our personalities are so similar it is scary. She is why I am an optimist. In every situation, she knows that there is a purpose and a positive outcome. To see all that she has overcome in my 27 years inspires me to have no fear.  She wanted to comfort us through her cancer... who does that?  I am thankful for her smile, her laugh and most of all her conversation.  No one else can I call and talk to for an hour and a half about nothing and feel like I have gained something from it.  She has sacrificed so much in her life so that I could have more.  I strive to make it worth it for her.  I said there aren't enough words and there never will be.  I love you mom.  You will always be my hero.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I have been inspired by my mother, I have also been blessed to grow up so close to my grandmother.  Throughout the course of my life, she has been a mother, grandmother, friend and supporter of mine.  If I ever need words of encouragement or uplifting, she is there.  I'm not sure she knows it but hers are the words I look for when I am feeling down.  I have always felt loved by her from her actions.  She always seems proud of me even when I feel I am nothing.  That means more than she could know.  I love you Grandma.  And I love your macaroni :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was thinking about the "mothers" in my life I can't help but laugh when I think about the next one.  My sister is 16 months older than I am and now has a 2 1/2 year old son.  But she has been working on becoming a mother for 27 years!  From telling me "NO NO!" (my first word) to waking me up for school (in high school), she has always been there to make sure I am ok and taken care of.  The parts of motherhood that she has already mastered are being loving and caring.  She is so good at caring for her family (all of us) and making sure everything is the way it should be.  She is the only other person in the world who came from where I came and I am blessed that I can call her my sister.  I love you Kristy.  You are what the French call "merveilleux".  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next mother became my mother a little more than 3 years ago.  When I married Bethany I could have never imagined how much I would rely on my mother-in-law Dixie.  From her words of guidance and wisdom to her care and concern for my well being, she has given me the assurance that she will always be there for me and my family.  She lives a life in a manner that Bethany longs to live and for that I am blessed.  She has accepted me in her life as a son and I will always look to her as a mother.  I love you Dixie.  Thank you for the gift I always prayed for!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I met Bethany, I called my mom in the middle of the night to tell her.  I can still picture her in that black shirt and jean shorts.  I was so taken by everything about her.  We talked on the steps of the Marvin Pittman building (administration offices at GSU) for 3-4 hours and deep down I knew that I wanted to grow old with her.  As we dated over the next five years, I could no longer picture my children without seeing her as their mother.  After only a year of being married, God blessed us with our first child and Bethany began doing was she was created to do.  To be blessed with Bethany as the mother of my children is more than I deserve.  She asks me all the time why I love her.  I cannot imagine not loving her.  She is the only person that can make me smile the way she does.  She is the person that makes me want to know who I am.  She is the reason I stay up at night wondering what better I can do to provide for her and my girls.  She makes me want to become a better man.  She is my rock and she loves me for who I am.  I love you Beth.  Du machts mich glucklich.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These women are why I am who I am.  And they are the reason that I want to become more.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-3121433503152079867?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/3121433503152079867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=3121433503152079867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/3121433503152079867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/3121433503152079867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-i-am-who-i-am.html' title='Why I Am Who I Am'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-5240117619564379322</id><published>2008-05-06T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:25:10.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Write a Letter to Me</title><content type='html'>This morning on my way to work I heard "&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bradpaisley/lettertome.html"&gt;Letter to Me&lt;/a&gt;" by Brad Paisley.  The song is about a man writing a letter to himself at 17 and giving advice.  I often wonder what I would tell my 17 year old self if we could sit down and talk.  A lot of it is in that song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You've got so much up ahead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll make new friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should see your kids and wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'd end up saying have no fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are nowhere near the best years of your life".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell him that it all works out wonderfully.  There would only be a few requests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time with Mom and Kristy... you will still be close, but won't see them nearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;Go get to know Dad... you will miss him more than you can imagine. &lt;br /&gt;Go visit Cheyenne... you don't know her at all now.&lt;br /&gt;Take Grandma and Grandpa out for dinner... you still learn so much from them.&lt;br /&gt;Let Granny know that she always made you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Work Out!... You are still lazy, but trying to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't sweat not going to UGA... Your best friends and wife are at Georgia Southern waiting.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T GET THE MBNA CARD!... It was way too stressful paying it off.&lt;br /&gt;Tell Chad (while spending another late night over pancakes) the who's and the when's of our future are incredible... You should see your kids and wife!&lt;br /&gt;Donate blood... It will mean more to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I would say enjoy it all. You are blessed more than you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the lesson in all of this is to see the things that we didn't do well and attempt to do a better job now.  To make sure that in 10 years we can look back and see less regret or things unfinished.  I wonder what 37 yr old Brooks will have in store for me... I am excited to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-5240117619564379322?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/5240117619564379322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=5240117619564379322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5240117619564379322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5240117619564379322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-i-could-write-letter-to-me.html' title='If I Could Write a Letter to Me'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-5806045279736287155</id><published>2008-05-02T15:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:36:14.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward to the Weekend</title><content type='html'>Needless to say this has been a long week. I am very much looking forward to hanging out with Bethany and Anna Brooke and enjoying family time. Anna Brooke's imagination is just growing and growing and it is so much fun to watch her play. Tonight, after AB goes to sleep, I think we are going to watch "27 dresses".  I am sure this is a total chick flick but Bethany wanted to see it so I guess that's ok. On that note, last week we watched "Enchanted" against my will. Bethany fell asleep about 15 minutes into it and I am embarrassed to say that I watched the rest of it and actually enjoyed it. I guess this is why God is blessing me with girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, after our Little Einstein/Backyardigans/Dora time, I am sure we will head to the park and let Anna Brooke exert as much energy as possible. She loves to swing and slide, as I am sure all 2 year old's do, and it wears her out for nap time! I know that sounds awful, but sometimes her naps are a blessing! Tomorrow evening, we are heading to the church for "&lt;a href="http://www.brookhills.org/"&gt;secret church&lt;/a&gt;" (I will blog on that later) and Aunt Erin and Uncle Josh are watching AB. They have been so awesome in watching her so often! We are excited for our nephew Jackson to come so we can return the favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, after church, I think we are going to drive around and look at houses. This has become a hobby of ours as we hope to find the "perfect house" soon. Not that we haven't enjoyed our apartment for the last two years, but living on the third floor is going to be tough on Bethany with a 2yr old and a newborn. It would just be great to have a yard... and a garage... and no three flights of stairs. So hopefully we will find a house that is just right that we can somehow get into before Emma Kate arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have any appointments for a while (May 28th is our next one) but I will be sure to update when we learn anything new!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-5806045279736287155?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/5806045279736287155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=5806045279736287155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5806045279736287155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/5806045279736287155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/05/looking-forward-to-weekend.html' title='Looking Forward to the Weekend'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-7550173149885552345</id><published>2008-05-01T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:47:36.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to learn as much as I can about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HLHS&lt;/span&gt; the past week and have come across several blogs of parents whose children have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HLHS&lt;/span&gt;.  Some have been very encouraging as these are people who understand this emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; to the full effect.  I wanted to link three of the sites that are my favorites.  If you get the chance, visit these and maybe give them words of encouragement and praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is the first site I found with a child with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HLHS&lt;/span&gt;.  You can go to either &lt;a href="http://www.babysamson.com/"&gt;www.babysamson.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.wonderbliss.com/"&gt;http://www.wonderbliss.com/&lt;/a&gt; .  They named their son Samson because they wanted him to have strength.  I think that is awesome.  He is scheduled for his third surgery, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fontan&lt;/span&gt;, on May 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second site is &lt;a href="http://www.olivia-ann.com/wordpress/"&gt;http://www.olivia-ann.com/wordpress/&lt;/a&gt;.  This little girl has completed the three surgeries.  The mother's stories of her pregnancy diagnosis and her eventual letters to the doctor (he told her she should terminate the pregnancy) are amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third site is &lt;a href="http://babyabbysheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://babyabbysheart.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  Abby has had the first two surgeries and has an older sister named Anna (so this obviously touched my heart).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-7550173149885552345?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/7550173149885552345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=7550173149885552345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/7550173149885552345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/7550173149885552345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/05/encouragement.html' title='Encouragement'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-8733161766716343699</id><published>2008-05-01T12:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:58:40.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Let Me Not Forget to Tremble</title><content type='html'>This morning we saw Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colvin&lt;/span&gt; who will be our pediatric cardiologist.  He examined Emma Kate's heart once more and thoroughly explained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EK's&lt;/span&gt; diagnosis.  From my understanding from the visit, everything is healthy with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; other than her left ventricle and her aorta.  He explained that the right ventricle, right and left atria and the pulmonary vein and arteries all look good (which is a good sign for the surgeries that she will go through!).  The first surgery will be shortly after she is born (within 2 weeks) which will basically move the workload of the left ventricle around to various other arteries.  As she grows (and the tubes in her body do not) she will have the second surgery, bidirectional Glenn, anywhere from 4-6 months after her first.  The third and hopefully final surgery, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fontan&lt;/span&gt;, will be around 1-2 years later and should complete all of the "rewiring".  He was very reassuring and answered a lot of mine and Bethany's questions.  Obviously this will not be a walk in the park, but it seems that they have a good handle on the procedures that will take place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been completely blown away by the detail of these ultrasounds!  It is so incredible to see Emma Kate inside and out.  It makes me wonder.. how do people not believe in a Creator??  Emma Kate is so tiny, yet so complex.  It often takes things like these to make me realize how incredible God is.  And He is even more than I can fathom.  Shirts today claim Jesus to be our "homeboy" but He is so much more.  He &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; our friend, He does want an intimate relationship with us and He does want us to recognize him in a personal way but more than that He wants us to recognize that He is Holy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nordeman&lt;/span&gt;, who is an amazing songwriter, wrote:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You came and chose to wear the skin of all of us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's easy to forget You left a throne.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the line gets blurry all the time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between daily and Divine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's hard to know the difference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, let me not forget to tremble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, let me not forget to tremble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Face down on the ground do I dare,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To take the liberty to stare at You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, let me NOT...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, let me NOT forget to tremble."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my prayer today that I would not forget to tremble in His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;.  That through these trials and even during times of joy that I would not forget that God is the creator of all things.  He spoke and we came into being.  HE IS HOLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-8733161766716343699?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/8733161766716343699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=8733161766716343699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/8733161766716343699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/8733161766716343699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-let-me-not-forget-to-tremble.html' title='Oh Let Me Not Forget to Tremble'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-1617748597491942687</id><published>2008-04-30T09:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:22:54.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagnosis</title><content type='html'>We saw Dr. John Owen, Maternal and Fetal Medicine specialist, this morning and he confirmed that Emma Kate has Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome. During the ultrasound, we were able to see Emma Kate's entire body, (she will be beautiful like Anna Brooke :) ) and everything was forming in a good manner with exception to her heart. We saw her heart up close and through coloring on the ultrasound were able to see blood flow in and out of her ventricles. The left ventricle is smaller than what it is supposed to be as is the aorta. This is obviously critical because this controls blood flow throughout her body (right ventricle pumps blood to the lungs, left ventricle pumps blood throughout the body. She is fine now because instead of using her lungs, she is using Bethany to breathe so it is not a stress on her heart). Dr. Owen said that we need to see a pediatric cardiologist to discuss any questions about what will happen when Emma Kate is born. We are scheduled to see Dr. Colvin tomorrow morning at 9:30 am CST. He will take a look at Emma Kate and give us more of an overview of what will happen when she is born (norwood to fontan surgeries or heart transplant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say how I am feeling right now is difficult. My heart is broken that the flesh of my flesh is hurting and I cannot help her. I feel weak and helpless for what my daughter will go through. I am terrified of needles (although terrified probably isn't strong enough a word) but I would go through it all so that she wouldn't have to. I am clinging to the promise that God's grace is sufficient. His power is made perfect in our weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also firmly believe that God is in control. In the garden Jesus asked God to take the cup away. This was my prayer. Please take this cup away from Emma Kate. But Jesus was faithful to His purpose. Not my will, but Yours be done. What a difficult prayer to pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is our prayer: God, we do not understand Your ways but we know that Your ways are perfect. Though they may seem difficult at first, Your ways are right. Your ways are best. "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are Your ways higher than my ways and Your thoughts are better than my thoughts. As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth, so is Your word that goes out from Your mouth: It will not return to You empty, but will accomplish what You desire and achieve the purpose for which You sent it".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-1617748597491942687?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/1617748597491942687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=1617748597491942687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/1617748597491942687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/1617748597491942687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/04/diagnosis.html' title='Diagnosis'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-3101234264254684950</id><published>2008-04-28T08:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:23:30.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>I wanted to let everyone know how much your prayers and support have meant to Bethany and I. It has been overwhelming to feel God's presence in your phone calls, emails and messages. We truly are grateful for the family and friends that we have been blessed with. To know that people are praying in different parts of the country and throughout the World (Iraq, Turkey, Wales, etc) for our little girl is humbling. Thank you all for praying to our God on behalf of my little girl. All that continues to dwell in my heart is "What a mighty God we serve. Angels bow before Him, Heaven and Earth adore Him!" God is doing amazing things and all I want to do is stand in awe of His works. Thank you for joining us in His praise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to share a little bit from our sermon at church yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We have been attending the Church at Brook Hills in Birmingham. The pastor, David Platt, is truly a man of God. To hear memorized scripture pour from his heart is inspiring. Not because it is memorized, but because it is learned. It is hidden in is heart. It is a fire shut up in his bones that indeed he cannot keep in. Oh that this could be my heart's desire. To desire God in such a way that I would meditate on His word with such passion, that I would hide It in my heart so that I wouldn't sin against Him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David has been talking about salvation the past few weeks and yesterday discussed grace and faith. Grace is given to us through salvation even though we do not deserve it. This is a concept that we learn very early in church but something that really hit home yesterday. Salvation isn't something that I was handed at the age of 7 and then put in my pocket. Salvation is given to me daily. Every single day. Even though God showed me grace yesterday, I still do not deserve it today. I still have nothing to offer. But He is faithful to complete what He has started in me. Every single day. And what is so amazing about this grace? He doesn't expect or need anything in return! What could I give God anyway? For even in my best attempts, I am still wretched. I am still ruined! But through the grace of God and the blood of Jesus, he does not see this ruin. He sees His Glory reflected back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we come in... through our faith in Jesus. David put it like this: "Faith involves radical dependence on God's work in our lives. We need HIM to mold our hearts. We need HIM to empower our lives." He does not need us for apart from Him we can create no good thing. But... But, when we put our faith in God and rely on him with a "radical dependence" then God receives all the Glory! What a beautiful picture of how His Grace for us and though us allows us to bring Glory to Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to thank you all again for your faith in God for Emma Kate. It has definitely inspired me to have faith in her healing. Bethany has her appointment on Wednesday, April 30 at 8:00 am central time. We will let you know what we find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-3101234264254684950?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/3101234264254684950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=3101234264254684950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/3101234264254684950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/3101234264254684950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/04/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-7204059599523620317</id><published>2008-04-24T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:00:57.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Kate</title><content type='html'>For roughly the last 48 hours, my mind has been consumed with my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; daughter, Emma Kate.  Emma Kate is currently 22 weeks along in Bethany's womb and we found out Tuesday that she most likely has a condition know as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hypoplastic&lt;/span&gt; Left Heart Syndrome.  I would try to explain what that is but I am not a doctor so here is a link for &lt;a href="http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=1353"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HLHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  In short, the left side of her heart has not formed the way that it is supposed to.  Emma Kate will most likely have to have open heart surgery a few days after she is born, another when she is a few months old, and then one more a year or so after that.  She will spend her life as a person with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CHD&lt;/span&gt;, congenital heart defect (which is a term that in 48 hours I have begun to dislike... more on that in a minute), and will probably have to deal with an overbearing dad always giving her limitations for fear of her heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all of that to say this:  I praise God that she has a heartbeat.  I praise God that inside of Bethany, she already has her mother and her sister's nose.  I praise God that she is Fearfully and Wonderfully Made.  I believe that God creates all things... ALL THINGS perfect.  He does not make mistakes.  He is perfectly knitting the fabrics of Emma Kate's being as I type this.  This is why I have the problem with the term "defect".  It makes it seem like a mistake, an accident, an error.  Nothing about her or any of the people who are born with this is an error.  Just a condition that causes one to fight harder, pray harder and rely harder on God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where I am stuck.  How do I pray?  Obviously we want Emma Kate to have a healthy heart.  We want on Wednesday morning to hear the Specialist say, "there must be some mistake, you don't need to be here.  Her heart is perfectly healthy".  Is it selfish to fall down on my knees and say "God, please heal her now.  Please heal her so she doesn't have to go through all of this"?  Is it wrong to not expect a miracle?  Is it wrong to pray these things and then continue to research this condition with the anticipations that these surgeries will be a necessity?  I am thankful that God has given wisdom to the men and women who perform these surgeries.  What a miracle it must be to touch and infants heart and help it beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God will be given the glory in all these things, regardless of the situation.  I pray He heals Emma Kate, either in the womb or through the doctors after she is born.  I pray that God will give encouragement, wisdom, reassurance, comfort and patience to both myself and Bethany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that I can become more concerned with others than just with myself.  Why is it that we become advocates of a cause only when it directly affects ourselves, or our own gain?  I long to care for the people of this world as Jesus did.  To put him first, then others, then myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for our sweet Emma Kate.  She is nestled up comfy and cozy inside Bethany right now and knows nothing different.  Pray that God will be glorified throughout his healing of her heart.  And pray for the other little children that are in various stages of surgeries as God heals their hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-7204059599523620317?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/7204059599523620317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=7204059599523620317' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/7204059599523620317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/7204059599523620317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/04/emma-kate.html' title='Emma Kate'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657976838244852155.post-3465819981695767066</id><published>2008-04-24T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:34:48.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Bethany has been trying to convince me for a while now to start a blog so I figured today was a good day to start.  I have always found writing to be very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; ( I get that from my mother) and I feel that I need some therapy.  What I hope to do, in writing this blog, is get out my thoughts on life and every day happenings and receive feedback, advice, guidance, etc.  In doing so, perhaps I can become the man of God, husband, father, son, brother, friend that I long to become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657976838244852155-3465819981695767066?l=bkeis4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/feeds/3465819981695767066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3657976838244852155&amp;postID=3465819981695767066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/3465819981695767066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657976838244852155/posts/default/3465819981695767066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkeis4.blogspot.com/2008/04/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Brooks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581881636363936894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
