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Hope, Always Hope

08.06.2017 by Nicole Kristin Twedt //

All day I’ve been wanting to write about tomorrow, and what’s going to happen.  As it turns out, Greg and I are in the middle of a painting project and, although everything in me wants to sit at the keyboard and type, it wouldn’t exactly be the kindest of choices.

I’m going to spare you the details of our home improvement project.  This isn’t one of those blogs.  Nope, I’m not into writing about finding the perfect gray paint at Sherwin-Williams.  The perfect gray is a lie.  We have ten to twelve sample shades of gray ranging from Nebulous White to Krypton on the walls of our small rambler to prove it.  We decided on a lovely shade of blue-gray called Passive which is the less complicated choice, prettier too.  My life is complicated enough without factoring in the hunt for the perfect gray.

Kate did find the perfect gray.  I remembered reading about it after the fact.  So did my neighbor and my friend Sarah who came by yesterday to get our old piano, as did the Frontier guy who hooked up our Fios connection.

I’m hardly a DIY kind of writer, but I could easily get behind writing about feelings regarding home improvement, and how I felt about each choice we’ve made.  I’m a feeler through and through.  You know that by now.

But I won’t. No one wants to read about it, not even me.   Instead, I’m going to spend five or so minutes copying and pasting old Christmas letters to give you a picture of tomorrow morning and why I’m feeling (more than) a little anxious.  I realize this method is a bit disjointed.  My apologies.  It’s all I have time for.

The beginning of Lauren’s hearing story, 2013.

“I’m learning that faith is of the mustard seed variety. The unexpected happened this spring when our tiniest tiny was suspected of having the same type of hearing loss originating in the same ear at the same age as mine. How we wrestled with this one.

Our fears were confirmed in May. Lauren was diagnosed with a high-frequency hearing loss in her right ear not present at birth. Since the pediatric audiologist was unable to complete testing due to the sleepiness of our little one, she ordered us back in July, three days after Lauren’s second birthday. Until then we could only guess where Lauren’s hearing fell on the mild to moderate hearing loss spectrum.

We prayed and prayed, but our prayers were the half-hearted kind. Frankly, I didn’t believe God would heal Lauren’s hearing loss because he hadn’t healed mine. On this side of heaven we will never know why some prayers are answered and others aren’t, at least in the way we anticipate.

But he knows our wildest hopes and deepest hurts, for us in the area of hearing loss and deafness. He knows our fragile faith, tiny as the mustard seed, almost too delicate and afraid to voice. He held these in his tender hands and said Yes. On July 16, Tympanometry for both ears showed perfect curves where once there was none in the right, indicating normal middle ear function, followed by a perfect Audiologic Evaluation for both ears. Repeat tests in October yielded similar results. Thank you Jesus, thank you. And thank you those who came around us during our season of darkness. Your faith encouraged us and your prayers reached the throne room of heaven. Amen and Amen.”

And then came 2015.  I wrote about learning how to be brave and holding onto hope.

“A heartache worth sharing has to do with hearing. It always does. I took Lauren in for her annual hearing check in October. On the way to Children’s Bellevue my phone was stuck on You Make Me Brave by Amanda Cook and Bethel Music, which is my current favorite since Courtney sang it last spring. I didn’t realize I had it on repeat. I guess the technical term is loop. I didn’t even know my phone looped or that it could get stuck on loop or that I had a loop icon to begin with. Come to think of it, it might not be called looping.  All I know is that I just completed an iOS update and everything was wonky with iTunes. You Make Me Brave filled our van over and over, at least 7-10 times on our way to Bellevue because Lauren and I took the backroads to avoid 405 tolls.

As your love

In wave after wave

Crashes over me,

Crashes over me

For you are for us

You are not against us

Champion of Heaven

You made a way for all to enter in.

I’m pretty sure God wanted me to know that his love for Lauren crashes over her in wave after wave. He is for her, not against her. You see, the Tiniest Tiny has lost hearing again, this time in her left ear. This is not the same ear that hearing was lost and restored when she was little. Her loss is conductive (mine is neurosensory or sensory-neuro) and is borderline normal. Although she isn’t technically hard-of-hearing at this point, Lauren’s hearing is not what it once was in that ear. We made an appointment for another hearing evaluation in 3 months. Until then I was told to have her pediatrician clean out her waxy ear because one of the tubes is out but stuck in ear wax. The audiologist is certain that a damaged eardrum will be revealed under all of the lovely wax. My heart broke.

I remember looking at my phone when we left Children’s. The loop icon, if it’s even called that, was not showing. Yet the whole way back You Make Me Brave repeated over and over.

You make me brave

You make me brave

No fear can hinder now the promises you made.

It makes absolutely no sense. It really doesn’t. It’s really hard to be brave when there is something wrong with your child. Despite all that, maybe even because of it, I think being brave means having the courage to believe that God is who he says he is and trust that he will do what he says he will do. And if we’re not sure how to pray and what these promises are, we should ask him. The Bible is pretty clear about them. I’m sensing in the deepest places of my heart that it is not the time for wishy-washy “heal her if it’s your will” prayers. It’s time to call on God to do what he promised even when it doesn’t make sense. He healed her once before. Why not again? It’s time to be brave.

When I look back over these 12 months, and back further over the last two-and-a-half years, I have to remember the promise he gave me about Lauren during her first hearing crisis before he healed her. In my deep place of hurt I wasn’t sure he was for us, but he led me to discover these words about himself, “He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection (Psalm 91:4).”

It didn’t make sense at the time, and it doesn’t always make sense now but I know him, I know him well. This potential hearing disorder, it isn’t from him.

I risk ending this note with a faith story equivalent to a cheesy After School Special. Yet I kind of have to. I have to end in hope because what else is there? It’s December and we are hopeful.

I took Lauren to the pediatrician to have her ears cleaned, to see if the tube could be removed. Under all that wax was a perfect ear drum. Perfect. The pediatrician strongly believes that a combination of one very waxy ear and a tube stuck in wax resulted in a less than normal hearing test. She believes that February’s evaluation will reveal perfect hearing once again. It scares me to write this. Not that I don’t believe Lauren’s hearing has been spared once again. I don’t doubt it for a minute. I’m a little worried that I will write about her healing and then it won’t happen and people will think I’m a nutcase. More so, I’m deeply worried that someone will read this and think God loves Lauren or us more than he loves them. Nothing is further from the truth.”

I’m sorry for rambling on and on.  But Lauren’s story got a little dicey as it unfolded in 2016.

“As for Lauren, I think we’re a little shell-shocked by her story. It knocks the wind out of me, even now. I wrote last year about waiting for February for the follow-up with the pediatric ENT and audiologist to learn more about her hearing loss. How we prayed in the months between visits, many of you prayed, too. I could almost taste the good news that we hoped to get at the upcoming visit to Children’s Hospital. After all, a few years ago Lauren had lost hearing in her other ear and it was fully restored. And we knew from Lauren’s pediatrician that her eardrum had been spared.

Lauren’s story, however, ended up being a story with a twist. We didn’t get the answer we wanted when we wanted it. Something was wrong with the Tiniest Tiny. Lauren had lost more of her hearing.

In the darkness of night we had to abandon our victory dance and learn instead to simply cling to God. We had to learn to let him hold us as he whispered that he is good, always good, that he’s never going to let us down, the whole time feeling that he is.

And then we received the news we dared to hope for.  At another follow-up at Children’s, a specialist assured us that Lauren’s ear could indeed repair itself over time, as ears sometimes do after trauma. When summer came to an end, the same specialist broke the news that hearing in Lauren’s left ear, the one that was lost and lost again, was practically normal, with the potential for more healing to come.

I could have saved time and just skipped to the good news about Steven and Lauren (Steven had a story of his own in 2016). Or I could have ignored it all together and just wrote the typical family Christmas letter. It’s what normal people do and would have been kinder to my sensitive heart. I most definitely should have included more details about Em. She’s an absolute doll, and she’s thriving by the way.

But it’s kind of hard to truly rejoice with us unless you know where we’ve come from, what we’ve been through. Because for us, and many of you, it’s been a year of camping out in the middle of the story, with all the uncertainty that comes when victory is out of sight and the days are long and hard.

Yet hope and uncertainty go hand-in-hand, with hope winning out every time. I desperately want to shout this message to the world, or at least write about it more. I’m sensing in my bones and in the deepest part of my soul that now is the time to write.”

And now tomorrow.

I’m going to quickly wrap up so I can get back to paining my house Passive gray.  The reason I did all that copying and pasting nonsense is because tomorrow is the day of Lauren’s annual appointment with the audiologist at Children’s Hospital.  I’m feeling all the feels.   It doesn’t help that one of my audiologist friends recently pointed out that, since my mom and I have a genetic hearing loss, Lauren most likely does too.  It means the Tiniest Tiny could loose hearing again.  I hadn’t connected the dots.

Please pray for us, for Lauren particularly.  I’m holding onto hope, praising God.  I will always praise him.  Not matter what, I will praise him.  But I’m scared.

At the same time, I was reminded this morning at church that God still heals the deaf.  That wasn’t the point of the sermon, but what I needed to hear.  Oh, how I needed the powerful reminder, the encouragement.  God is for Lauren.  God is not against her.  God is able to accomplish infinitely more than what we dare hope for.

That is all.  I’ve got to publish this and get back to all things paint-related.  And quickly too.  I can hear Steven in the other room pestering Greg with a million questions about painting.  Oh dear, I think Greg’s letting him paint.

I love you, dear readers.  All two or three of you.  Thank you for praying for my girl.  Thank you for hoping and praying along with me when life is uncertain and kind of hard.  Thank you for trusting with me in the Name of Jesus.

Edited to add: In the spirit of keeping it real, I should add that in the short span of time it took to publish this little essay-of-sorts and post it to Facebook, Lauren wandered into the living room and splattered herself in fresh paint.  At least she’ll never have to search for the perfect gray.  While hunting down the paint stain remover to treat Lauren’s Hanna Andersson sundress, I managed to knock over and shatter a new bottle of Opi light blue nail polish over the toilet, tile, baseboard and wall of the master bath.  

The moral of this story is that good things never come from blue nail polish.  And always watch your kid instead of sharing your blog post with Facebook Land when your husband is painting the living room’s walls Passive Gray.

Categories // Being Brave, Eyes & Ears, Family Tags // childhood hearing loss, Lauren

Christmas 2011

02.23.2017 by Nicole Kristin Twedt //

Originally from December 2011

Merry Christmas everyone!  I can’t believe how fast this year has flown by.  Like many of you,  2011 was filled to the brim with mountain top highs but also heartbreaking lows.

As for the highs, boy were they high!  We welcomed the fifth member of our family this summer.  Lauren Anna Elise was born in the early morning hours of July 13.  Daddy and Auntie Julea almost missed her appearance because she came faster than anticipated.  You would think I would know what labor feels like by now…

Lauren is our little love.  Her personality has emerged as sweet and very social, much like Grandpa Steve.  Out of all of our children, she is the one who reminds me of him the most.  Our time with Lauren is a treasure, a rare glimpse into heaven.   In honor of my dad, we chose the name Lauren which literally means “crowned with laurel.”  His meant “crowned.”  A few months back I came across a verse in Isaiah that reminds me of their names. “Those who have been ransomed by the LORD will return.  They will enter Jerusalem singing, crowned with everlasting joy.  Sorrow and mourning will disappear, and they will be filled with joy and gladness” (Isaiah 35:10).  Talk about hope! How my heart leaps inside me each time I ponder those precious words.  We are blessed to have Lauren.  We pray that she will have the love of the Lord in her heart at a young age and that her gentleness and sweet disposition will be a light in this very dark world.

As for Uno and Dos, as we refer to Emily and Steven when we don’t want them to know we’re talking about them, Emily is on the brink of turning 5, while Steven is quickly approaching 3.  Emily is in her second year of preschool at Westgate and Teacher Pasi is her beloved teacher.  Greg and I met back in the day when I taught with Pasi. I’m sure most of you know the story of how I met and married my student Bradley’s uncle through a certain “matchmaker” named Julea.  Anyway, having Emily in my dear friend’s class is a blessing and brings back many fond memories.  Although my little go-getter is as fiery as ever, there is a growing tenderness about Emily, especially when it comes to her baby sister.  According to my sweet big girl, “Lauren is a present from God.”  Yes she is, Emily, and so are you.

Steven’s great milestone of 2011 is that he no longer thinks he’s a dog.  That’s right, he has stopped growling at most people.  It occurred to me around Thanksgiving that maybe Steven was growling because he desperately wanted to interact with others but didn’t know how.  We’ve had ourselves a little talk about manners and proper salutations and now Steven mostly says “hi” to people and is quick to give out hugs and kisses. Hopefully this means we will no longer have to leave restaurants due to all of the growling coming from our table.  We’re still working on not growling at babies, especially baby boys.  But Steven is starting to warm up to Lauren, especially now that she rolls over.  Perhaps he thinks she’s a dog.

Steven’s eyes are constantly changing.  The right eye, the one touched by Morning Glory Syndrome, is getting better and better with each visit.  And the left is starting to catch up.  There’s been only the slightest change in that eye, but it’s been enough improvement to need a new lens.   All praise and glory to Steven’s Healer!  We’re thankful for all of Dr. P.’s help, too.  We press on, not knowing what’s ahead, but claiming victory and hope for the day when Steven’s eyes are perfect in structure, strength and vision.

As for Greg and me, honestly we are so exhausted most of the time.  A scene from the movie Marley And Me comes to mind when I think of this season in life.  Remember the scene where Jennifer Aniston and Owen Wilson’s characters are lamenting on how HARD parenting is?  Everyone tried to warn them about the challenges of parenting, but they just didn’t listen.  Kinda how we’re feeling these days.  But the scene ends in affirmation.  Aniston and Wilson’s characters wouldn’t do anything different.  They love their children, they love each other, they love their life.  They even love their unruly canine Marley (and we love Steven).  I must be wired for struggle because even though my sanity is in question most days, this has been my very favorite season, challenges and all.   Our three children are a constant reminder of all that is tender in life.

I almost didn’t write a Christmas letter this year.  As I’ve said, this year’s been filled with extreme highs but also devastating lows.  I need to be real about that.  Yet I am compelled to write.  With a joyful heart I want you to know that we are hanging in there, not just surviving, but thriving because Hope has come!  Hallelujah, Hope has come!  He came as a tiny, helpless baby, much like baby Lauren.   And because He came and dwells with us, our hope cannot be shaken.  Merry Christmas.

Love,

Greg, Nicole, Emily, Steven & Lauren

Categories // Being Brave, Christmas Letters, Eyes & Ears, Family Tags // Babies, Emily, Lauren, Preschoolers, Steven, Toddlers

Tuesday, Tuesday

02.23.2017 by Nicole Kristin Twedt //

 

Originally from July 5, 2016

It’s the Tuesday after the 4th of July.  Tuesday, Tuesday.  My fingers itch to write but my brain is foggy, drawing blanks and truly just recovering from a busy night before.

Yesterday began as the worst 4th of July ever.

Not really.  No one got hurt, we were fine.

At times, many time, most times, introverted me craves being alone, nestled in with this family of mine, protected from the outside world.  I long for quiet and slowness.  But then I get it and I’m antsy.  Deep in my bones I needed to be out there celebrating with people.  It was a national holiday, after all.   I needed people.  Real people.  Images of people attending 4th of July parades via Instagram wasn’t cutting it.  The 4th is for family, and if not family, friends, better yet both.

How I longed to be surrounded by family and friends at a BBQ or picnic with checked picnic tablecloths in black or red and watermelon, lots of watermelon.  I don’t like watermelon, but I should because yesterday was the 4th of July.  Watermelon is the fruit of the 4th and the entire summer.  It’s what you eat.

I finally went to my parents’ house with the kids to drop off cookies.   They had plans later on.  Emily and Greg baked Icebox Pinwheel Cookies for the cousins arriving tomorrow from Tennessee.  We stopped at Fred Meyer.

Then home again, where we watched a movie and ate BBQ hotdogs and hamburgers served without black or red checked tablecloths.  We watched Harry and the Hendersons, the five of us piled on the rust colored couch with Chloe moving from lap to lap, trying to find the coziest spot amongst us.  It was a stupid movie, but one I enjoyed as a child.  Like all things ridiculous, it was made funny through the eyes of three children.

We were about to watch a second family movie, after all, it was too early and light for fireworks, when Steven asked if we could play baseball.  I don’t like sports, but something inside of me wanted, needed, to get out, move my body, laugh and play.

The five of us, and the dog of course, ended up in the backyard and having the best time, being alive, moving our bodies, laughing into the night.  It wasn’t perfect.  Lauren spit on Steven.  Steven lost his temper.  No one wanted poor Emily to pitch.  I accidently hit Steven in eye with a (rather soft) ball.  But we were a family, together, an imperfect family, playing baseball together on the 4th of July.

Categories // Family Tags // Emily, Fourth of July, Lauren, Steven

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