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God Loves Daddy & Me {FrontGate Review}

June 7, 2017 by Dana

God Loves Daddy & Me
Bonnie Rickner Jensen
Boardbook $6.50
This review comes to us from FrontGate Blogger Network.  We were gifted a free copy of God Loves Daddy & Me by Bonnie Rickner Jensen.  A few weeks ago we reviewed another book in this series called God Loves Mommy & Me also written by Bonnie Rickner Jensen.  You can read that review here.
God Loves Daddy & Me is very similar to God Loves Mommy & Me in design and artwork which are both done by Laura Watkins.  Laura and Bonnie work great together to create adorably intriguing books for children.  These books are simply awesome!

God Loves Daddy & Me features an adorable Raccoon Daddy and baby.  These guys really make you want to cuddle them up.  God Loves Mommy and Me featured an adorable set of Bunnies.  The Raccoons are a little more manly, in my opinion, which is great since this story is about Daddy!
The story takes the Raccoons on an adventure together showing all the way through that God is there and God loves them both.  They build forts, they go out in their boat, they take walks together just to talk.  One of my favorite parts is how they work together to get things done, like chores and then they can have lots of fun!
They play and camp, they hug and love and forgive one another.  And best of all, they pray.  Together they pray for the good and the bad in their days.
This is a wonderful christian book for your little one and just in time for Father’s Day!  You can grab a copy of God Loves Daddy & Me for $6.50 from Amazon.  You’ll love adding this one to your library at home.

Filed Under: 2017, baby, Bonnie Rickner Jensen, book review, daddy, frontgate bloggers network, frontgate review, God Loves Daddy & Me, Laura Watkins, raccoons, son

Wordless Wednesday: Warthog Rider May 3, 2017 {Wordless Wednesday}

May 3, 2017 by Dana

Wordless Wednesday
{May 3, 2017}
Warthog Rider

Filed Under: 2017, best friend, boy, daddy, family, father, fun, happy, Love, mom, ride, son, warthog, wordless Wednesday

And Then God Answers… {Epilepsy Awareness}

January 27, 2017 by Dana

Last week, I was at my wits end trying to find something to write about on our little blog.  My brain was just blocked.  No ideas would come.  I was seriously about to give up on this writing thing and just give y’all nice little Wordless Wednesday Images and reviews for the rest of my blogging career.

But God, wouldn’t have it!  He wants me to write.  He’s given me a voice for a reason.  To share, to teach, to show others our life.

Recently, I was on Facebook as I often am throughout my day, and my attention was drawn to several posts within private groups that I am in.  Those responses generated messages in my private inbox from those who wished to know our story a bit better. And since I love to talk and share, I couldn’t turn down the chance to give hope to others.

Through this, I was reminded just how important it is to write and share our journey with Epilepsy.  God spoke… He really yelled at me and asked why I wasn’t writing and sharing this testimony that He’s given to us.  And my honest answer is that I just don’t know.

If you’ve read my past posts on Epilepsy, then you know I don’t find it to be a burden but instead a blessing.  I know we could have a worse disease or disorder.  For our family, Epilepsy is challenging but it is our life.

For 37 years, I’ve had some relationship with this disorder. (I choose to call it a disorder while some classify it as a disease.  To each their own.)  It began with having seizures as a child, then again as an adult.  When Emmalee was 3 months old, it changed to being an Epilepsy Momma and later to being an Epilepsy Momma of 3 with E.  This led to me being an advocate for Epilepsy and an Epilepsy blogger.

My reason for sharing is that I want my children to know they are not alone in this.  I want others to know they are not alone in this.  I want the World to know that it’s okay to have Epilepsy!

Growing up, my Mother didn’t tell the world I had Epilepsy.  It was something you kept hidden so others didn’t judge you.  She would tell my teachers and advise the school but that was pretty much it.  She made me aware and prevented me from doing many things.  I wasn’t allowed to spend the night with friends or do activities that could cause me to hit my head.  I was pretty sheltered and protected by her.

As a Mother, I understand why she chose to parent me that way.  I also knew what I wanted to change for my own children.  I didn’t want my children to be kept from doing anything they truly wanted.  I also didn’t want to put them through the public school challenges of dealing with teachers who just didn’t understand their mental challenges in learning, so we chose to homeschool.

My mother was lucky in that out of her three children, she only has me with Epilepsy and I was her baby.  In my own family, I have my oldest son who doesn’t have Epilepsy and my following three who do have some form of the disorder.  All of us are uniquely different in our Epilepsy but I will discuss those differences later in another post.

But for now, this is what has inspired me.  God has led me to share my life story, our life story, in order to help others.  I hope you enjoy our posts and find them helpful as we hope to inspire you.

God bless,
Dana

Filed Under: 2017, awareness, daughter, Epilepsy, Epilepsy Awareness, family, God, life, living with epilepsy, Luv'N Lambert Life, son

Another Day In the Life With Epilepsy {Epilepsy Awareness}

December 11, 2013 by Dana

I’ve been on hiatus.  Or would you call it a vacation?  It hasn’t been much of one in life, but online it has for certain.

I just haven’t had the time to put effort into blogging like I need to because the house and the kids have needed me so much more.  It’s one of those seasons in life – one where I try to keep up while feeling like I’m just barely making it and trudging along. It will get better but for now, I’m just a head above drowning in it all.

This week has been a medication adjustment week for Jackson.  Last week he broke through with a seizure.  Just when you think you can breath again, you stop and you realize this may never end.

It will never get easier walking in to see my baby breathless – lifeless – wondering if he’s going to come out of this one – running to grab the Diastat just to make the seizures stop.  It’s something only a seizure parent can understand.  It’s become a fear for me, wondering when a seizure will hit us next and how many more will follow.  Wondering if the next one will take my son from me.

I can honestly say, I didn’t fear this disorder until now.  I didn’t fear it with Emma.  I was beginning to with Laycie.  But with Jackson, fear has set me on edge.  Just how easily they could be gone has become reality.

I watch daily as friends battle this same disorder with these same fears I have.  I watch daily as friends share how other seizure mother’s have lost their babies – both young and older children.  And I see the same fear I carry in their posts, their statements, their shares.  Nothing can prepare us for this.

It’s life – and we live it daily because we have to.  We watch others who take the simple things for granted: like playing on a slide or crying it out to sleep.  Our children can’t do these things without us holding our breath and waiting to hold them just in case a seizure happens.

I didn’t come here to talk about Epilepsy tonight but somehow it consumes our life.  It IS our life.  There’s no way around it, no changing it, no ignoring it and no moving forward from it.  It’s here every day affecting how we live.

And so we wait to see what tomorrow is going to bring.

Filed Under: 2013, daughter, Epilepsy, Epilepsy Awareness, fighting for my children, life, living with epilepsy, pray, son

The Birth Of My Son

December 29, 2010 by Dana

For me, this week not just about the joys of Christ’s birth but also the joys of family. 10 years ago this week my life changed forever.  My first-born, my son was born.  It was the best day of my life (next to the later births of his sisters).
It was possibly the longest week of my life.  Signs of my labor began Christmas day.  The actual labor started on Dec. 26th.  I can remember walking miles with my best friend in the freezing cold, still feeling quite warm myself, trying to walk my boy out and increase our labor.  I remember the squeezing pain as a contraction hit and breathing through it, praying God would be good to us and would take care of my sweet baby boy.

The next day was no better and at some point I went into the hospital to be checked but was told it was not time yet.  My contractions were too irregular. 

On December 28, 2000, I called my doctors office and begged for an appointment with my midwife.  I was told to come in right after lunch, so I did.  I walked for two hours around the office while I waited for my midwife to be able to squeeze me into her busy day, all the while being monitered by nurses.  Finally, she was able to take me back and check but there was no major changes, though she did “accidently” break my water while checking me.  I will never forget the look on her face or the “opps!” that came out of her mouth when that happened.  I was told to call who I needed, gather my things (we lived in a small town at the time) and go straight to the hospital.

I went home, called my son’s father, gathered my stuff and ate 4 bowls of spaghetti with light sauce before heading back to the hospital.  It was around 4pm when I finally got there. 

All seemed to be going well.  I arrived and was immediately taken into the back.  I was hooked to moniters.  The midwife said we’d be a while waiting on this boy to arrive.  My DH left to get himself something to eat but before he was out of the room good the midwife returned to tell me something was wrong.

My monitors showed that my heart rate was increasing and my baby’s was dropping.  We were in too much stress.  I wasn’t dilating past 1 and my boy was ready to come out.  He was under excessive stress and so was I.  A c-section was necessary for a safe arrival.

By this time, I could feel myself floating out of my body and I knew something was wrong.  I was scared for my son and I didn’t want to lose him before I even got the chance to hold him.  I immediately agreed to the c-section.  It was around this time that my then-husband returned, after my Dad tracked him down, banged upon our door to wake him and got him back up to the hospital.  His only disagreement was that he didn’t like my surgeon but by this point I just wanted it all over and our baby to be safe and sound. 

I don’t remember much after that.  It all went so fast.  The pain was intense and I remember biting down on my DH’s finger, concentrating on not hurting him, to get through the contractions.  It wasn’t long before I was rolled into the ER, put to sleep and in surgery.  My beautiful boy was born to his sleeping Momma at 6:07 pm on December 28, 2000.

When I came out of surgery, I was in so much pain.  The doctors had me hooked onto an IV/Morphine drip but I was unable to get out of my bed.  My DH and my Mom greeted me with a picture of my beautiful boy, all fat and swollen from his birth with a perfectly round head.  His heart-rate was a little off and his grand-father’s heart specialist had him in a incubator running tests to make sure he was strong and heathly before they brought him to me.  It was the longest 6 hours of my life, at that point.
On December 29, 2000, right after midnight, the nurse brought my sweet boy to me, placed him into my arms and in this moment my life forever changed for the better. I knew what my life was meant to be, who I was meant to be – his mother.  I was and forever am, the mother of Winston Lee Grant.  I could not imagine a better job than this one, even on that day I could not imagine how wonderful this job was going to be.
10 years have passed since that day, that moment but I still remember it like it just happened.  I can feel the weight of his sweet body as it lay in my arms.  I can feel his weight as he grew into the tall boy he now is today.  He made my arms full, and my heart fuller.  The joys of Heaven brought to Earth through a small child.  There is no better feeling than knowing you love and are loved by someone so precious and sweet.
My son has grown into a handsome, caring, hard-working young man.  His heart is patient and peaceful.  Some day he will be a wonderful father and husband.  For now, he’s a wonderful son.  His hugs bring my heart peace.  His smiles bring me joy.  His laughter makes my heart ring with love.  He is everything I never knew I wanted and his life is the meaning of mine.  Being his Mother is the best gift I have ever received, the best job I will ever have.  I am forever Thankful for this child who is blessing my life.  I know how God feels as a parent to each of us.  Unconditional love.  

Filed Under: 2010, blessed, blessing, first born, helpful, oldest child, son, strong, winston

Thankful for Winston {30 Days of Thankfulness – Day 5}

November 5, 2010 by Dana

I’m am beyond thankful for my son, Winston.  He is such an inspiration to me and a huge help.  He rarely complains about anything asked of him and he does most things with a joyful heart.

When he was born, I was so thrilled to be having a baby but I was disappointed because I really wanted a girl.  I knew God had his reasons for giving me this sweet little boy but I did not realize those reasons at that time.

My sweet boy and I had two fun, learning years with just me and him together.  He was such a joy in those times, always wanting to be with me and always loving me regardless of my lacking parenting skills. 

When he was two, his baby sister was born.  I remember when I came home from the hospital, Win had to have a bandaid on his tummy so he could be like Mommy with her incision.  He was and still is the most adorable boy.

As his sister and he have grown, they have become best friends.  They don’t always get along but they always love one another.  Their love for one another also inspires me and thrills my heart.

By the time baby sister, Laycie, came along, Winston was a pro at being a Big Brother.  He’s been so helpful with her and loves the time he gets to spend with her when he does help take care of her.  She loves him and her sister too.

My boy isn’t perfect by any means.  He was a whiner for a long time, whining when he was upset or frustrated.  He also has ADHD, though I’ve never had it officially diagnosed.  We’ve been able to manage this, along with his sisters’ health, with routines, structure and plenty of rest.  Homeschooling helps to provide these things for all three of them.  He has days where he’s overwhelmed and frustrated with things but he’s always quick to get over the humps life throws at him. 

His spirit is warm and loving.  He’s very shy and struggles with school due to ADHD but he always tries hard.  He does his work and helps out with a smile most of the time.

I know now why God gifted me this sweet little man first.  He has shown me love like no one before him.  He has encouraged me to be a better Momma.  He increases my faith in the Lord above. 

I’m thankful for this boy of mine, for all of his love and encouragement.  For his strong, yet meek spirit and his faithful love.  He’s proof to me that God really does know what he’s doing.

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Filed Under: 2010, adhd, challenges, child, family, first born, happy, Love, son, winston

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