Thursday, December 22, 2011

Moments

Some of you may be wondering when this blog became all about our (mostly my) grief. Well, this blog is about our lives and right now our lives are intermingled with grief. Are there happy moments? Absolutely! In spite of my grief, I have found myself smiling, laughing, and enjoying life. My children (& Ryan of course) bring me such joy and that's the irony of it all. If I didn't love my children so much, it wouldn't hurt so bad. I also have an amazing group of women that I play Bunco with once a month. I don't think they know how much I need that one night a month. I laughed so hard with them this month, I'm pretty sure I almost wet pants. It felt good! Moments like those and many others help me realize that I'm getting through this. A dear friend of mine (in fact one of my Bunco friends) sent this little article to me that she got off of a friends blog. It made sense to me, so I thought I would post it in case it can help anyone else out there.

STEVEN KALAS: When you lose a child, grieving is a lifelong experience

My address is titled "The Myth of Getting Over It." It's my attempt to answer the driving questions of grieving parents: When will I get over this? How do I get over this?

You don't get over it. Getting over it is an inappropriate goal. An unreasonable hope. The loss of a child changes you. It changes your marriage. It changes the way birds sing. It changes the way the sun rises and sets. You are forever different.

You don't want to get over it. Don't act surprised. As awful a burden as grief is, you know intuitively that it matters, that it is profoundly important to be grieving. Your grief plays a crucial part in staying connected to your child's life. To give up your grief would mean losing your child yet again. If I had the power to take your grief away, you'd fight me to keep it. Your grief is awful, but it is also holy. And somewhere inside you, you know that.

The goal is not to get over it. The goal is to get on with it.

Profound grief is like being in a stage play wherein suddenly the stagehands push a huge grand piano into the middle of the set. The piano paralyzes the play. It dominates the stage. No matter where you move, it impedes your sight lines, your blocking, your ability to interact with the other players. You keep banging into it, surprised each time that it's still there. It takes all your concentration to work around it, this at a time when you have little ability or desire to concentrate on anything.

The piano changes everything. The entire play must be rewritten around it.

But over time the piano is pushed to stage left. Then to upper stage left. You are the playwright, and slowly, surely, you begin to find the impetus and wherewithal to stop reacting to the intrusive piano. Instead, you engage it. Instead of writing every scene around the piano, you begin to write the piano into each scene, into the story of your life.

You learn to play that piano. You're surprised to find that you want to play, that it's meaningful, even peaceful to play it. At first your songs are filled with pain, bitterness, even despair. But later you find your songs contain beauty, peace, a greater capacity for love and compassion. You and grief -- together -- begin to compose hope. Who'da thought?

Your grief becomes an intimate treasure, though the spaces between the grief lengthen. You no longer need to play the piano every day, or even every month. But later, when you're 84, staring out your kitchen window on a random Tuesday morning, you welcome the sigh, the tears, the wistful pain that moves through your heart and reminds you that your child's life mattered.

You wipe the dust off the piano and sit down to play.

********
Feb. 26, 2006
Copyright © Las Vegas Review-Journal
Steven Kalas is a behavioral health consultant and counselor at Clear View Counseling and Wellness Center in Las Vegas

Friday, December 9, 2011

Easton's Christmas

We wanted to somehow include Easton in our Christmas celebrations this year (and every year) so we decided to start a new tradition. Every year on the first Saturday in December, we are going to decorate a tree at Easton's grave. We also have a little treasure box we decorated that is Easton's gift box. Inside of it, we each wrote our own promise to him of something we will do in the next year to make ourselves better people. We put the notes in the box underneath his tree and then decided to put the box underneath our tree at home. It was a freezing cold day, but worth it to make us all feel a little closer to our baby during this time of year that is so focused on family and being together.




We love our littlest munchkin and can't wait to be with him again one day!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Still Climbing


This is seriously my new favorite song. I have always LOVED Hillary Weeks, but she really hits it right on with this song. The song is about having your life planned out the way you wanted it to be and then finding a "mountain" in the middle of the road. Wow! She couldn't have summed up my life any better than that. The rest of the song is about climbing the mountain and realizing had that mountain never existed, you wouldn't be able to see such a beautiful view. Losing Easton has definitely been the biggest mountain I have ever found blocking the "road" on the route I want my life to take. I honestly feel like there has never been a mom in this world more excited to have twin boys as I was. But, I am climbing that mountain and one day I hope to be able to feel like the "view" from up there is better than it would've been had I not faced the "mountain." Right now I am still in the process of climbing and sometimes I even slip down the steep cliff a little bit and sometimes that is for days at a time. The things I have learned on this climb so far have been hard and amazing all at the same time. One day I know I will be able to accept that this is truly the way it's supposed to be for me and my family. I have learned that losing a child the way we lost Easton is difficult (as I am sure any way of losing a child is). It seems sometimes that people feel we should "get over it" and "move on" because we never really (in their opinion) got to bond with this child (which any woman who has ever been pregnant knows is false, the bonding begins with the first positive pregnancy test). Or that by remembering Easton and honoring him we are "dwelling" or giving ourselves a "pity party" when really all we are doing is giving him a small portion of the attention he would've gotten from us had he lived and grown up like his siblings. We will never see him take his first steps, say his first word, play baseball, go to school, get married (in this life anyway). Part of my "climb up the mountain" is to learn that most people haven't and never will experience what we have experienced and so they really can't understand what we are going through. I have learned that this isn't something you get over, it's something you get through and sometimes you get through it one day at a time, sometimes one hour at a time, sometimes one minute at a time but you just do what you have to do and hope that you reach the top a better, more insightful, less judgmental person than you were before. One of the biggest things I have learned on my journey so far is to be more compassionate towards others, especially perfect strangers in public. I had an interesting experience with this just last week. I was in Target and just had Asher with me. There was a Grandma pushing a cart with two darling twin boys in it (they actually ended up being 2 out of 3 triplets). I told the grandma how cute I thought the boys were and then I had to walk away because I was getting all teary-eyed. I was about to burst so I started walking as fast as I could to get to the checkout so I could just get out of there before I did burst. Well, I had Asher's car seat wedged in the cart making it difficult to see what was ahead of me (the tears weren't helping either). In my hurry, I accidentally ran into another lady's cart. I looked at her and told her how sorry I was and she was so rude to me!!!! She said something to the effect of "ya right you're sorry!" and rolled her eyes at me. It hurt me so badly that she would treat someone she didn't even know that way. There was no way she didn't notice I was crying and she still acted like that. When I got out to my car I realized that yes, she may have judged me and been harsh on me when she had no idea what I was going through at the moment, but I was doing the same to her. Maybe she was so rude because she found out a loved one has cancer, or maybe she had just had a miscarriage, or whatever. So my goal right now is to try and remember that we never know what others are going through and that I should treat others as Christ would. Hopefully at the end of my climb I will find that I am a more compassionate, Christ-like person.


Halloween!

We had a very fun and eventual Halloween weekend. On Saturday we had our ward's Trunk-or-Treat and chili cook off. The kids loved it and it was fun (even though I ran out of candy in like 15 minutes). On Sunday, we took Easton's pumpkin to his grave and left it there with a little battery operated candle in it. We wanted it to be lit up, but we didn't think it would a good idea to burn the whole place down :). Then came Monday. School was out so I was faced with entertaining two very excited kids all day. We went to Chick-fil-A and Target. Very exciting, but it seemed to entertain the little munchkins. My mom and dad had us over for yummy chili and rolls for dinner and then it was time for Trick-or-Treating. Ryan took the kids and they had so much fun. I gotta admit, I'm kind of glad Halloween is over and now we can focus on one of my favorite holidays-THANKSGIVING!!!!!!

Cute Ballerina and her buddy Dracula! Rylee wanted to put her arm around Carter for the picture but he said "Draculas don't do that!"


Twins forever!


All four kiddos!

Now we are going to play a little game. Carter, Rylee, and Asher have all been the same thing for Halloween when they are babies and they have all been roughly around the same age. Can you guess which one is which????



















Give up???? 1st one is Rylee, 2nd one is Carter, and then Asher. I think they all look alike don't you???

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Fall at the Lloyd's

We've had a busy couple of weeks here at the Lloyd house. Fall is my favorite time of year. I love wearing hoodies and seeing all the pretty leaves and carving pumpkins with the kids. Last week we headed to Black Island Farms with Grandma Lloyd. It was so fun (even with two meltdowns and a tractor driver who may or may not have been drunk). The kids loved it and Grandma and I even had fun (we were WAY tired by the end though).





My little Asher friend is 3 1/2 months old already... Can you believe it? I can't. He's getting too big too fast. He is such a sweet, smiling baby. I don't know what we ever did without him.

Monday for FHE, we carved pumpkins with Grandma Lloyd, Grandpa Lloyd, and uncle Cam. It was so fun especially since they will be gone visiting Jen in South Dakota for Halloween.


Carter (AKA: Mowgli the man cub) insisted upon being shirtless during this activity. He LOVED using the knife. Almost too much...

Rylee and her finished product (actually Ryan's finished project that Rylee claims as her own)

Carter with his finished project.


The whole family of pumpkins. Left to right: Ryan's, Asher's (done by Cam), Jaimee's, Carter's, Rylee's, and Easton's.

The crazy crew minus Asher who had finally fallen asleep in the swing and there was no way I was waking him up for a picture.


Monday, October 10, 2011

What We've Been Up To!

In no particular order, here's what's been going on with us lately...


Ryan ran his first 1/2 marathon on October 8th. He did awesome finishing in 1 hour 56 minutes (that's an average of 8 mins. 45 secs. per mile). I am so proud of him. Next year I plan on running it with him (ha, ha!).
Asher and grandma cheering dad on!

Daddy's little cheerleaders!


Asher had his baby blessing on October 9th. Ryan did an amazing job and the Spirit was so strong. I like to think Easton was there too to enjoy such a special day with his twin brother.
Aren't we the goofiest family ever?!!

Little bit better of a picture!

Carter turned 6 on October 4th. It's hard to believe it's been that long since he was born!! He had his first friend party. It was total chaos, but he loved it so that's all that really matters.

The night before his birthday, we had a family party with grandparents, etc. He requested a baseball cake, and this is what he ended up with. It was my first solo birthday cake so I gotta admit I think it turned out pretty good considering!

Rylee started preschool two days a week (hooray!). She very much needed some "mommy-free" time and has been doing really great! She is learning exactly what she needs to in order to be ready for kindergarten next year.

Rylee also had a birthday on August 30th. However, we only have videos of her birthday and I am not smart enough to put those on here. She turned 4 and had a flip flop cake.

Overall, life is good and busy here at the Lloyd household!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Asher is 2 months!!


I can't believe Asher is already two months old. He is growing so fast! He has started smiling a little bit! I love it, he totally lives up to the meaning of his name!!

Asher
Blessed, Happy

Easton's Tree


Ryan is the executive secretary in our ward and because of this, we have gotten to be close friends with the other members of the bishopric and their awesome wives. One day about 4 days after we lost Easton, there was a knock at our door. Ryan opened the door to find the bishop, his two counselors, and this beautiful tree. They gave it to us to plant in memory of Easton. It's now planted in our front yard and it makes me smile (and sometimes cry) every time I look out our living room window. Just one example of the many amazing people who have blessed us!






Wednesday, September 7, 2011

How are we doing????

A lot of people ask me almost daily how we are doing since the twins were born. I mostly answer "we are doing fine" and then move on because I am sure that they don't have the time to hear the long, drawn out answer. So here is the long drawn out answer if you're interested, if not just look at the cute pictures :)

Life has gotten back to a new normal for our little family. Ryan went back to work when Asher was about 2 weeks old. Things are going well for him there and I am grateful that he has a job that he loves. Carter started Kindergarten and loves riding the bus every morning. He has had a couple of mornings when tears were shed, but by the time he gets home, he has forgotten he was even sad. His favorite thing at school is recess of course.



Rylee has been trying to figure out how to survive at
home without Carter around in the mornings. She is already talking about when she gets to go to Kindergarten next year. She is such a big helper with Asher. Asher is getting bigger and bigger every day. He hasn't been weighed in awhile, but I think he is close to 8 pounds. He is a good, but sometimes temperamental baby. He is already a mommy's boy, which I love of course.

As for me, I am trying to find out exactly what it means to be a mom who has lost one of her precious babies while still raising the ones left behind. It has been interesting and sometimes difficult couple of months. I am trying to learn to brush off the dumb things people say sometimes and remember that most people mean well and just
don't know what to say. (For example: One of my "favorite" things has been "At least you have Asher!" Seriously?! Would people be saying that to me if Carter had passed away instead of Easton? I don't think so. It's not like each of my kids is a spare or a bonus just in case one of them dies. Another of my "favorites" was when a well meaning individual asked me how I was feeling emotionally and I responded that I was doing ok, but that I don't feel that I will ever not be somewhat sad about losing Easton. She responded with saying "Well, why not?" Um...ok. Sorry I just went off. Everyone has been so supportive so I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I am sure I have said equally dumb things to other people at times in my life. We love and appreciate everyone who has helped, prayed for, and loved our family during these last few months. I honestly think people just don't know what to say). Anyways... even though my life isn't exactly how I dreamed it would be right now, I am learning to adjust to the way it has become. Here is a couple of blog posts I found that describe perfectly how I feel. These are written by a woman who lost her 2 year old daughter and she puts her grief into words much better than I can.

As astonished as I was at the way the world looked when I became a mother, I am just as astounded at how it looks as a bereaved mother. Filled with so much love and goodness. So much anger and angst. A battle to be faced at the break of each dawn. A vision so different than what I had before. There are times I wish I could rip my glasses off my face and fling them to the ground, but I have to remind myself--then I wouldn't be able to see at all.

I'm grateful for the sight my children have given me. I will embrace that I am a glasses wearing nerd and forge ahead into the madness of motherhood and life-- Its beauty and wonder and poopy exhaustingness. I will do it. For Lucy and for Peter. My heavenly vision and my earthly sight.




I don't know how I arrived to where I am today. A friend recently stated that she has no idea how I "bounced back" from such a loss. I haven't told her yet that there was no bouncing involved. There is flattening, deflating, crushing weight that you are unable to bear on your own. And then there is picking your body up off of the careless, chaotic dirt one-sixteenth of an inch at a time. After your body comes your mind. And that's even slower. Lastly, your soul starts to remember it exists and loved ones and even strangers help you piece it back together. Sometimes it throws fits and creates a spark you had long forgotten. And eventually, body and soul work together to breathe again, but in a much different way than you breathed before. And often, after all that foreign breathing, the wind gets knocked out of you. But you keep going. One day you wake up and you know your new self. You are comfortable with your new way of breathing.That is where greatness begins. That is when you truly are something bigger and different and better than who you were before.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Asher

With the past 3 posts being about the deaths of people I love, I decided it was time to post about the BIRTH of someone I love!!! Meet Asher Darwin Lloyd...






This little guy has been such an amazing blessing in our family. He has brought so much happiness to our home. In fact, his name means happiness!! He is growing even though he is still small. We are hoping he will break 6 pounds by the end of August! He is a pretty good sleeper (most of the time) and has already been spoiled rotten so he likes to be held constantly. He has the ability to make me smile even when I am feeling down. Having a newborn around is my favorite thing ever!!

Pictures by Hanna Roberts, check her out, she is the BEST!!!! Hanna Roberts Photography

Monday, August 8, 2011

The Story

I have been debating for a couple of weeks now if I should do a post about the birth of the twins. I have finally decided to do it because I am sure there are many people out there that are curious about what exactly happened and are not wanting to ask us details, and I use my blog as a journal and there are many things that I want to remember about this bittersweet event in our lives.
I was scheduled to have a C-Section on July 28th. Everything was going great. No bed rest, no contractions, other than the usual pregnancy things, everything seemed to be right on track. At 2:30 AM on Friday, July 15th my water broke. We quickly loaded up and headed to the hospital fully anticipating the birth of two healthy baby boys. At 4:57 AM, Asher Darwin was born screaming his little lungs out. He weighed 4 lbs. 13 oz. and was perfect! About 30 seconds later, my doctor got really serious and told us that our other sweet baby boy had passed away. Easton Carl was delivered as a stillborn at 4:58 AM. There are no words to express our emotions on that day. Within a very short period of time we experienced both the best and the worst things that a parent can experience. It was a very difficult day for us. However, in hindsight, we have seen how we were prepared by a very loving Heavenly Father for this experience. We have both gained a strong testimony of what Nephi calls tender mercies, "But behold, I, Nephi, will show unto you that the tender mercies of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith, to make them mighty even unto the power of deliverance." 1 Nephi 1:20
It certainly hasn't been an easy thing to deal with, but we have felt the power of prayer and have been lifted up by so many friends and family. We are so grateful for the many who have prayed for us.
We decided we wanted to honor Easton and in some way acknowledge his short little life so we decided to have a viewing and a graveside service. It turned out to be a very uplifting and positive experience. Ryan dedicated the grave and proved even further what an amazing man he is. My fantastic sister-in-law Hanna took pictures. We are so grateful that we will have those memories forever. I am so grateful for the Gospel and the peace that it brings. I know that one day we will be reunited with our sweet Easton.
We put Ryan's mom in charge of making a display for the viewing. She did a fantastic job. It included the bedding I had made for him, his name that I made to hang in the room, some amazing pictures that Pat Wimpee took for us at the hospital ( http://connect2utah.com/search​-fulltext?nxd_id=133966),





So many wonderful people came to love us and support us.

My mom helped us do a balloon release in honor of Easton. It was beautiful and I am so glad that we did it!

Watching the balloons

Our FOREVER family!!!!

Grandma Rose

Vera Rosalee Mahr Resch


My sweet Grandma Rose passed away on July 24th. She was such an amazing woman who will always be one of the greatest women I know. She was so faithful and had such a strong testimony. I was asked to speak at her funeral and considering the difficult couple of weeks we had, I wasn't sure I could do it, but I did and I am grateful for the opportunity to honor such a wonderful woman. I will miss her dearly, but I know she is in a better place.

Vera Rosalee Mahr Resch

Rosalee, daughter of Harry A. and Ruth E. (Parker) Mahr, passed into a better life on July 24, 2011. Rosalee was born on November 21, 1922. She experienced a depression era childhood in Nebraska growing up on the family farm. There she grew in strength of character and developed a strong work ethic. Rosalee was raised by parents that taught principles difficult to find in today’s society: hard work, honesty, regard for others, service to others, and respect for property, beliefs, and people. Her mother passed away when she was 13 and the responsibility of keeping a home and taking care of her eight siblings fell to her as the oldest girl in the family. At that point her formal education stopped and she began to gain experience and wisdom throughout her life.

Rosalee met and fell in love with John J. Resch, marrying on December 8, 1938. After marriage, they worked the farm with his parents and were blessed with four smart and attractive children. John Resch died in October 1949. Rosalee remarried in 1953 in Aurora, Illinois and from this union came a fifth smart and attractive child. Roses’ children became the central focus of her life. Rosalee and her girls moved to Utah in 1965, where she spent the rest of her life serving her family and friends. Rosalee retired from Barbizon but continued to remain busy serving in her church and for her family. Rosalee loved attending the temple and doing genealogy.

She is preceded in death by her parents, husband John J. Resch, daughters Dawn (Dan) Nuttall and Vera Resch, sister Katie, and brothers Don, Clair, Weldon, Jerry, Roger, and great-grandson Easton C. Lloyd,.

She is survived by her children James P. (Jean) Resch, D. John Resch, and Rose Marie (Stan) Morris. Also surviving her are brother Steve (Gloria) Mahr, sisters Ila Mahr, and Arlene (Gary) France, and 14 grandchildren and 30 great-grandchildren.

Funeral services will be held Monday, August 1, 2011 at 11 a.m. at Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary, 1867 No. Fairfield Road. Friends may visit family on Monday from 10 to 10:45 a.m. at the mortuary. Interment, Lindquist’s Memorial Park at Layton, 1867 No. Fairfield Road.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Grandpa Nuttall

My sweet grandpa Nuttall (my dad's dad) passed away last week. He was such an amazing man and will be missed dearly by all those who knew him. Love you Grandpa!

Grandma and Grandpa visiting us in the hospital when Rylee was born


Me and Grandpa at some family function a couple of years ago.

Grandpa's Obituary:


Carl Gadd

Nuttall

1925 ~ 2011

Carl Gadd Nuttall was the last child born to George Washington and Bertha Rushen Nuttall on May 27, 1925. He was the youngest sibling of Ernest, Dean, Verl, and Ida who all preceded him in death.

Carl was born in Provo, Utah, where he lived most of his life until his passing at age 85. He entered military service while a senior in high school. He served in the armed forces from 1943 to 1946 as Technical Sergeant in the Asiatic Pacific Theater. He earned the service ribbon with the Bronze Star, Good Conduct Medal, Victory Medal, and Bronze Arrowhead.

His sweetheart, Rae Dean Neilson, waited for his return from service and they were married on March 20, 1946, in the Salt Lake Temple. Carl and his brother Dean opened a service station where they worked together until Carl went to work at Geneva Steel as an electrician in the Open Hearth. He retired after 39 years of dedicated service.

Carl and Rae Dean raised 2 sons and 2 daughters. He is survived by Gary Carl Nuttall and his wife Marce from Gilbert, Arizonia; Jan Buchi and her husband Doug from Salt Lake City, Utah; Dan Royal Nuttall and his wife Kim from St. George, Utah; and Debbie Brown and her husband Barry from Lafayette, Colorado.

They have 20 grandchildren and 28 great-grandchildren with twin boys on the way, making 30 great-grandchildren.

He was an amazing husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. He lived a long wonderful life and always thought of others first. He will be remembered as a generous, kind man who cherished his wife of 66 years and was a blessing and strength to his family. Those who had the privilege to know him will miss him always.

Funeral services will be held Saturday, May 7, 2011, at 2:00 p.m., at the Berg Drawing Room Chapel, 185 East Center Street, Provo, Utah. Friends may call at the mortuary Saturday from 12:30 until 1:45 prior to services. Interment, Provo City Cemetery. Military honors will be accorded by American Legion Post #72, Orem. Condolences may be sent to the family at info@bergmortuary.com.

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Friday, April 22, 2011

Things That Make Me Smile

My goofy kids, always, always playing some sort of imaginary game in their own imaginary world.



Easter cookies! An annual tradition at our house and well worth the work :)


Thoughts of two sweet little baby boys occupying these car seats!