Friday, April 23, 2010


My awesome post I started this morning will have to wait. Instead, I would like to thank the inventor of Washable Markers.....You, my friend, were GENIUS.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Hola Quatro!

Hola Quatro!

Ok, ok, ok, I know I promised you I would stop calling you that. At least I dropped the curse word I used to put in front of it, right? I do feel bad about using that nickname and when I tell you the story years from now (when you are an adult and allowed to use such inappropriate words in moderation) I hope you find it somewhat amusing that you caught me so off guard!

You, my darling, accomplished something that very few have even attempted - You left me speechless. Literally. You know what I am talking about - those early days where I refused to talk to anyone and walked around with a dumbfounded expression on my face? Remember when you were in heaven laughing at my denial wearing an mischievous grin? Yeah…those days.

Those early days were rough, no? Aside from my shock and awe at the news of you - I was struggling just getting thru the day with out fainting multiple times. No joke! You knocked me off my feet, little one! Thank goodness your daddy was there to catch me as I fell…most of the time. Was it your way of making me take note? Your way of making me snap out of the tiny bit of denial I was in?

Either way - Thank you.

Thank you for being patient with your mama as I grew accustomed to the idea of you. We’ve come a long way since those early days, huh? Where as then, I couldn’t picture my life with you…now, I cannot picture my life without you.

I think about you, every day. A million times, even. I pray about you daily, too.

I wonder if you are growing correctly and if you are as healthy as you appear. I wonder about what you will look like - Will you look like me? Will you look like your Daddy? Will you have brown locks like your oldest siblings or “yellow” hair like your toddler sister? Or will you break the mold like your Aunt Andrea and be a raven haired beauty? Will you even have hair? (Apologies in advance if you do not and I tape bows to your hair.) Will you sleep thru the night at 3 days old like your brother or will you be up every 2 hours around the clock like your sister, Abby? Will you be an easy to manage mix of both like Raegan?

Can you sense your daddy’s pride when he tells his friends and co-workers that his baby number four is on the way? Do you feel me smile when he jokes about this being all my fault for being so irresistible? Can you hear me yell at your siblings? (Which, by the way, and remember this for future: If you do what I ask the first time, or even the second time, I will not have to use THAT tone.).
Do you hear Jakob confirm, loudly - “IT’S A BOY!” every time I discuss you and accidentally use the word “she” or admit to someone that we don’t know your gender? I wonder if you feel Abby rub my belly back and forth as she daydreams about a real life baby to cuddle. Do you feel the hugs that Raegan gives you every morning or every evening as I lay on the couch? Do you get as big of kick out of hearing her tell everyone that She will change your diapers, feed you and love you THIS MUCH? (Sorry she tries to sit on you, the belly is quite the ledge and apparently looks like a great seat.)

I feel so honored that you chose us to be your family, despite the early days of denial, disbelief and everything surrounding your arrival. You are a brave one, darling. I feel so special - you are the reason I am able to enjoy the beauty of pregnancy one more time. I love feeling you move in response to what I do or eat. I love the look of my belly and size of my chichi’s (TMI for you? Get used to it, darlin’). I love having you so intimately close to me. I love knowing you before I’ve even seen you. You are special. You were sent to us by God, himself.

I, simply, love YOU.

WE love you!

We love you even though we don’t know if you are a he or a she. We will love you even if you are bald. We will love you even if you are not as healthy as you appear. We love you for being so perfectly, you.

As the weeks progress, we will anticipate your arrival more and more…until then, lets enjoy this special time we have between us. The time that is strictly unique and so powerful between a mother and a child. Let’s make up for those early months. You will be here soon enough, so lets take it slow and savor these last few, ok?

I promise you - we will even settle on a name and not a number for you, little one.



Thursday, April 8, 2010

What I am Watching...

As this pregnancy progresses, I am finding it harder and harder to spend my nights playing my wonderfully delicious, geektastic Game. (I play World of Warcraft - and no, I do not live in my mother's basement, and yes I am moderately attractive, and No, I do not believe they are real magic swords I am using...I am normal, just a little nerdy.)

My attention span is worse than that of a two year old, making it very hard to focus on the game.

In lieu of slaying dragons and healing my friends - I have been watching an increasingly more amount of television....This is a big deal for me as I basically swore off 99% of it over the past few years.

These are the "New-to-Me" shows I am watching and totally enjoying.... I have not watched any of them prior. I've included links to show off my unimpressive tech skills and to share the love.

Dancing With the Stars

Pro: Beautiful people in lovely costumes dancing away with charming, good looking professionals. Every girl in my house now wishes we could dance the night away in those classic styles. I love to see the progression and the courage of those who are participating. If you have ever danced in front of people you know how intimidating it can be.

Con: Kate Gosselin is like watching a train wreck. Sooo painful, yet sooo hard to look away.

Celebrity Apprentice

Pro: Sharon Osbourne, Cindy Lauper and Bret Michales. Watching the former Governor of Illinois show his complete ignorance of anything work related. And of course, Donald Trump asking straight forward - sock you in the gut - questions. I've been in board rooms with big executives (none of the caliber of Mr. Trump but close) being questioned about why my hotels were or were not making their million dollar budgets... I love the feeling of being put on the spot and answering adequately.... I also like the feeling of watching pampered celebrities fail at doing so.

Con: Pretty much all of the above. Celebrities with access to anything they want, unable to execute simple business projects is a little disgusting.

Ghost Hunters

Pro: I finally, as an adult, am able to explore my curiosity...ghosts...souls stuck in between. As a child I was prohibited from doing so (my mama was verrrryyyyy conservative) and frankly, it all scared me a bit. This show is amazing and I am so hooked. I like how they look for common sense and or scientific ways to debunk the claims.

Con: It totally all could be staged and I am being insanely gullible.

Extreme Makeover - Home

Pro: Touching stories, loving families. Cutie Ty. Fresh Starts. New beginnings. Amazing transformations.

Cons: I cry the whole time. To the point where my big kids take bets on how far into the show I will start the water works. And, I also worry (Blame Empathy: The Extreme Melissa edition) about how the families will be able to afford the utilities on such large houses once the show moves on and the gifts expire. I also doubt how genuine some of the designers realllly are to the it truly a passion or just a paycheck?

So there you go. Confessions of a TV snob reacquainted with the comfort of mindless reality TV and my couch. Wanna come over? I will totally share my snacks and tissues. I will also be open to any suggestions for great shows I am missing... I'll even let you control the remote.

Why Wouldn't They Hatch?

Easter was awesome - day filled with sunshine and family. I had all the Big Boys together, all my kids, my nephew, my BFF and her daughter.

Despite being temporarily pissy at the new batteries I bought which were bunk (I so wanted to call and complain! My $5 went right out the window!) and missing pictures of the beautiful Easter eggs they colored, the fun Easter egg hunt and other general shenanigans (think 30 year old men trying to ride a Ripstick) I was in a great mood all day. It was an awesome family day - one of the best we've had in a while!

If I had to pick two favorite moments....

After we had finished the Easter egg hunt, I instantly ' hopped' (nice, I know) all over the hard boiled eggs. I had been waiting - they hit the prego spot. Raegan was very interested in what I was doing peeling the brightly, colored, well designed egg. She suddenly became very excited..

"Mommy! Mommy! They are Hatching! They are Hatching!"

The look on her face when she saw the reality was priceless. Soooo disappointed, and very creeped out. It would've made a perfect picture.....had the batteries worked ; )

Second favorite moment - God showed his love to me in a very personal, very private way. There is no need to explain, just to acknowledge how wonderful it is to have the love and support of a forgiving, all knowing, loving Savior. It was a vivid display of Jesus being alive today.

I was very pleased, and very thankful, and very, very tired by the end of the Holiday.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Be Careful, Bunnies! Bwahahaha.

Notice those cute little bunnies in the back of the basket there? Those, my sweet friends, are MilkyWay Bunnies™. They were fantastic. Wonderful goodness in a cute bunny form. Ohhh my!! There were 6 in the package. I had two. I saved one for Wilo. The other three are for the kids. I am resisting the urge to eat them, because really...would they ever know? Sigh. I will be strong. They were so good, I want to share them so that others may feel the delicious joy.
Now, THAT, is love.

He Lives!

Happy Easter!

I'm going to warn you right now - This is going to be a blog about how I know Jesus is real, and is ALIVE today! That is what today is - The Celebration of the Resurrection of the Son of God.

Some of you will stop reading after that sentence - and its OK! It's your loss. This isn't my story of Salvation, this is an excerpt from the "Melissa: Book of Life". So, go head and stop reading - but you're gonna miss your chance to stroll down memory lane and witness one of the most horrific yet beautiful experiences of my life.

If you have five minutes, I invite you to stay. (I tried to keep it short...but...go grab your coffee and settle in!)

For those brave enough, come with me back to July 4th, 2002.

I was counting down the four weeks until my 21st birthday, Jake & Abby were 20months and 2months old respectively. I had been married for a nearly a year as well, and Wil (the hubby) had the holiday off. My parents had kept Jakob overnight, while Abby stayed home with Wil. I was working the front desk with two very dear friends at a busy Airport hotel until 3pm. Easy Peasy. We were going to a cookout at my parents and then going to my hometown fireworks. I was excited. It was going to be great.

Work flew by - it always did. I loved working with those girls. We had received our "Official CPR Certified" badge and card in the mail that day. We joked about how we could officially save someone's life, and that was scary because was us...and hellloooo, that IS a little scary.

(Backtrack - two weeks earlier we had gone to a work sponsored CPR class. I was not supposed to attend; Only one of us could go. My darling Elaina friend convinced my boss to let me come, because well...she didn't wanna go alone and we were Friends. My boss agreed, and worked the desk so I could go.)

I get off work - Wilo picks me up and we head to the cook out! Everyone is there. Mom, Dad, all 3 siblings, Grandma and Grandpa, the whole family deal. I was happy to see Jakob - he was having great time! Everyone was excited to see the baby Abby. We swam a bit ( my parents have a pool) and were getting ready to eat. Jake had come up on the patio to see the grill and give his baby sister's feet some kisses.

In a split second he vanished. Where did Jakob go, I asked? We couldn't find him.

We all started looking.


Wil found him.

In the pool.

My twenty month old son had climbed the ten stair ladder to the pool and had jumped in. I hear a frantic commotion of "He was in the pool!" thru the windows (I had gone inside to look for him) and I rushed outside. I come around the corner of the house, and there was my son, in his fathers arms, limp and blue. And Lifeless.

My heart was literally ripped out of my chest.


I screamed in a tone that I had never had, and have not ever had since. This was NOT happening. It was a second. We were watching him. No one was drinking. He was RIGHT THERE. This is my baby! My love. I wasn't done loving him yet.

The whole world seemed to stop. Everything was in slow motion yet so chaotic at the same time. My dad took Jakob from Wil's arms. He was trying to do some kind of CPR on him, while I prayed at the top of my lungs. "Come now, God. Come Now, Jesus and touch my baby. I believe in your love and your faithfulness! Save my baby, Lord!" Those are word I remember screaming. At that time, I noticed my dad trying his best to do CPR on Jakob, and I realized that he was doing it incorrectly and I knew how to do it....I had just taken a class.

"Dad, Dad, I can do this, Let me do this, I just learned, Put him down Dad, Let me do it"...I pleaded.

My Dad looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Then DO IT, Melissa".

I did it. I laid him flat and tilted his beautiful head back. I put my mouth over my lifeless baby's nose and mouth and breathed air into his little lungs. I compressed my hands on his chest five times and gave him another breath. And five more compressions. And another breath. He started to regain some color and started to spit up water. He started moaning unconsciously. The local EMT's had arrived at this point and whisked him away to the hospital.

It was determined - after several hours - that Jakob was stable. He had been underwater for about 4 minutes. He was not breathing on his own and needed to be on a respirator. The doctors acknowledged it looked encouraging but no promises could be made. He was to be on the respirator for the next 72 hours in the best case scenario, all the while being monitored for infection and brain damage.

We were sent home that night (early morning) despite not wanting to leave. It was an exhausting day, and it was going to be a very long road ahead of us. We begrudgingly fell asleep that night.

At 7:15 the next morning the phone rang. It was Children's. My heart stopped again. "Mrs. Hunkier?" "We need you to come in right away..... Jakob is awake and asking for you. He is off of the respirator and breathing on his own. He asked for Chocolate Milk and his Mommy."

I could not believe my ears. We flew to that hospital.

Sure enough, there was my baby.... My sweet, precious, beautiful little boy....smiling and happy to see me. My miracle, staring back at me.

He stayed in the hospital for 3 days and went thru a variety of tests. Every one came back normal. Everything was fine - no infection, no brain damage, no evidence of what his little body had been through. He was discharged with....swimmers ear. He has had no complications since.

The doctors, specialists and EMTs all attributed Jakob's recovery to a quick response with CPR. It is scientifically what made the difference, there is no denying that. Its been proven lives.

However, I attribute the CPR to God himself. He equipped me with the skills and ability to respond in that manner. Two weeks prior I wouldn't have known what to do. He orchestrated that class. He led my friend to convince my boss to let me go. He moved my boss to say yes. He gave me the focus in a time of chaos to administer it. He saved my son. I make this realization every single day, every time I look at Jakob's face and see him run and play and learn. I refuse to accept it as coincidence. I am forever, eternally grateful.

Amazing. AMAZING!!!

I am not a church going gal, and have not been. I'm not a preacher or an expert. I know this, without a shadow of a doubt. Jesus is real. God is real. He loves us like no other. He listens when we pray. He forgives every sin. I am forgiven every day. He wants to know you personally. He answers prayer when we truly believe. He is Alive today.

Thank you for sticking this out longgg entry with me, and hearing my story. Thank you for letting me share a bit of myself with you. This was emotional to write. Let's hug and go eat some chocolate bunny ears and smile at our families around us.