Sunday, March 3, 2013

Lily Kasia Trenerowski

Dear Lily,

Oh how much I love you.  Every day I thank our Heavenly Father that he sent you into our home and every day I plead with him that I will be a good enough Mommy to take care of you and raise you to be the best person you can possibly become.  I want to give the world to you, and right now I will start by telling you about the day you were born. 

When I became pregnant with you I was so ecstatic.  I just KNEW that you were going to be a girl.  I wanted to keep a journal and write in it every single day my thoughts about you coming to our home.  But a series of unfortunate events happened, and I never got around to it.  Not because we were busy, which we were, but because I was a little angry with God.  I was upset because of all we had going on that kept on hitting us one after another after another.  I was mostly upset because we had a lot going on and I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to provide the very best to you and therefore I was so afraid that if I kept a journal and wrote to you each day it would be about me complaining and venting, instead of me being positive and uplifting.  I didn’t want you reading anything that wasn’t optimistic and encouraging.  So I refrained from writing to you.  It is the biggest regret I have. And, you know what little girl?  I would go through it all over again – with even worse trials – just to have you come into my home.  The instant you were born the spirit has been extremely strong and present in our family and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.  You are a miracle, and you have blessed our home in incredible ways.  So thank you for helping to restore my faith in Heavenly Father and His Plan again.

Both your Daddy and I were working hard before you arrived.  We were working to make sure that you had everything you need.  I was mainly working to keep busy because I was so anxious about when you would arrive.  I was certain that you would come early (maybe not certain, but extremely optimistic that you would arrive early).  I really had no idea when your due date was, but I just had a feeling that you would come on Groundhogs Day (February 2).  And Groundhogs Day came and Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow and the only news we got was that there would be 6 more weeks of winter.  No news of you coming at all.  But I kept on working.  In fact, I worked up until the day before you came.  On Sunday night, I tossed and turned all night with severe anxiety about whether I should go to work on Monday.  I decided an extra $100 or so couldn’t hurt, so I went in – but it was too much for me, so I let them know on February 11, 2013 that it would be my last day.  I honestly thought that after my last doctor appointment that you would be coming on the 15th of February.  So I planned my days out accordingly to keep me busy.  Tuesday would be “craft day”.  Wednesday would be “baking day”.  Thursday would be “sleep as much as possible day”. And you would arrive on Friday.

At my previous appointment (on February 8) I was told I was only 1.5 cm and 60-70% effaced and you weren’t coming any time soon.  I was also told that I would have to come in twice next week for “stress tests” to make sure that you had the fluid and comfort that you needed since you were now “officially” overdue.  Since I was so emotional after my last appointment, I decided to bring along your Grandma for emotional support.  I felt I needed someone there to console me with whatever the outcome was. 
About 2 days before you came and I'm wondering when our little "Biedronka" will come.
The first test went well – you still had enough fluids and were just comfy inside my tummy.  The second tests didn’t go so well.  Apparently it showed that I was having contractions, of which I didn’t feel a thing.  The first contraction I had, while hooked up to the monitor, you didn’t like it and your little heart rate went down.  It wasn’t like you were in trouble, but it made the lady nervous.  She immediately went up and showed our doctor your results.  Jennifer (Dr. Kinghorn) came down and the first thing that she said to me was “You’re going to have a baby today.”  And explained that they were going to wheel me down to Labor & Delivery to start the induction process.  I was not allowed to go home to gather any belongings, nor was I allowed to even walk.  My only response to Jennifer was: “Well, at least I shaved my legs and washed my hair this morning.” I was in complete shock – I was going to meet you in less than 24 hours!  


They wheeled me down to Labor & Delivery – asked me a million questions – set up my room and introduced me to my L&D Nurse that would be taking care of me until her shift ended at 7.  I was extremely impressed with the amount of care that the nurses showed at St. Marks Hospital.  Jennifer also came in and explained that they were going to do a “soft induction” by giving me cervidil.  This would take about 12 hours to soften my cervix.  Once my cervix was 100% effaced, they would give me Patosin that would throw me into having contractions and cause my cervix to dilate and allow you to come into the world.  The plan was to start at noon, get Patosin at midnight, and hopefully you would arrive before noon the next day.

Your daddy was still at work.  I told him to finish out the day – that this would be a long process – but… he said he couldn’t focus at work and ended up coming to my bedside at around 3:00.  It was a blessing to have him there, but the instant he arrived is when I really started to feel discomfort (aka contractions). 

In essence, I guess that all my body needed was a little jump start to helping me go into labor.  After 4 hours of a soft-induction, they were ready to start the Patosin.  Life was really pleasant and nice until I got the Patosin.  Up until this point, I was still having contractions and not feeling them, but they were coming often enough and I was effaced enough that we were ready to take it up a notch.  I started to hurt and asked for a dose of medicine that made me really loopy.  I’ m pretty sure that I said some unkind things to the nurses helping me, and I feel terrible for that, but I can’t recall exactly what things I said.  Your daddy just said that he had to take over and handle all the questioning so that I wouldn’t say something I later regretted.

As the pain increased, I would just squeeze and squeeze your Daddy’s hand.  He stayed there by my side.  I couldn’t have asked for more from him.  He is such a good man, and I’m so glad that he is your daddy because with how good he takes care of me, I know that he will only take care of you 100 times better!
In fact, your daddy is such a funny man that while I took a nap, he decided to watch the “State of the Union Address” by President Obama.  He wants to make sure that you know that you came the same night our President addressed the Nation with, what he felt, was important issues.  Afterwards, the Nurse noticed my contractions went away – which wasn’t good.  So they broke my water.  Boy was that a weird feeling.  But once again, sweetheart, you didn’t like that and they had to re-pump water back up inside me to make sure that you were comfortable and happy.  I was terrified that with how temperamental you were being that I was going to have to have a C-Section. 

After I got an epidural, I was in Heaven and took a 3 hour nap.  The Nurse, JoDee, was incredible.  When she first introduced herself to me, I judged her.  That is terrible to say, but I don’t think it was her appearance, but more of her straightforwardness (usually which I appreciate immensely but at the time didn’t want to hear anything from anyone because I was hurting).  I think it was mostly the pain and the loopy medicine that made me not want a nurse at all.  But I think that there were Angels up above looking out for me that sent her to help me for a reason.  I couldn’t have asked for a more kind, patient, loving person to take care of me than JoDee.  She helped me really breathe through my contractions, she turned me every 45 minutes once I had my epidural since I couldn’t use my legs very well, and she helped me be really brave and courageous through the whole Labor & Delivery process.  I feel like she deserves extra blessings for such a wonderful job of really taking phenomenal care of me!
At 2:45 she came into check on me, and told me I was at 9.5 centimeters and that we would start pushing in about 45 minutes… so to get more sleep.  I couldn't sleep at all after this point, and I don't know if it was the medicine still - but I could have sworn there was a cat meowing outside our window and from the cat keeping me awake, I really felt like I had to go to the bathroom. After about 20 minutes, I felt like I couldn’t take it any longer and I rang for JoDee and told her that I really had to go to the bathroom and asked if she could help me out with my situation.  She laughed and said, “You’re hooked up to a catheter.” And I tried to discreetly say it was a "number two"...  JoDee then said, that feeling was the baby and that we were ready to push.  I panicked and told her that we needed to call Jennifer to come back in – of which JoDee told me that we would be pushing for over an hour before we called her to come back and deliver you.

So, my first push was around 3:20 or 3:25 and after that JoDee told me, “I’ll be back, we’re calling Dr. Kinghorn.”  She said that in that one push I did what normally takes first time mothers over an hour to do.  I felt terrible for Dr. Kinghorn.  The last time I saw her was at 12:30 and here it was 3:30 and we were summoning her back.  The poor lady only got about 2 hours of sleep.  But she was a SAINT because she came in just for you on her day off!  She was just as excited to meet you as I was.

I pushed for about 40 minutes until you came.  JoDee was a great coach and your Daddy kept telling me that he saw the top of your head and that you were almost here.  After a little snip-snip  you came shooting out into the world at 4:12 a.m.  Michal says that Jennifer’s face was ultra concentrated as she scooped you up under your arms and cleared your airways.  He says her face just lit up and it made him ultra excited to be the next one to hold you.  However, they placed you on my chest.  I couldn’t see your precious face, only the top of your head, but I started crying because you were just in Heaven, and now you were here with me.  I can’t describe the feeling of meeting you for the first time.  I rubbed your head and just felt an overwhelmingly powerful spirit fill the room.  It was like your Heavenly Father placed you in my arms vicariously through an amazing doctor.  Before, I could never understand why people wanted to be an OB/GYN doctors (or equivalent of nurses), but after you came into this world I can completely understand why.  They get to feel that powerful spirit everyday.  What a blessing to literally feel so close to heaven.

Your daddy followed you around and took pictures and made sure that you were okay.  At 8 pounds 8 ounces & 19.5 inches and an incredible APGAR score of 8 and then 9, we were happy that you were a strong healthy baby.  About 30 minutes later I got to hold you and see how truly beautiful you were.  And I’m not just sayin’ that either.  Most babies aren’t very becoming – but you were so incredibly beautiful that I just couldn’t stop smiling.  As I held you, your Daddy and I discussed what your name would be.  We narrowed it down to two choices: Lily Kasia or Zosia Jennifer. But you just looked more like a Lily.  I truly hope you love your name.  It has weighed heavily on my heart as to whether it’s the best name for you or not.  Does it fit you?  Am I just paranoid?  I second-guess myself a lot, but this is a huge decision so I hope you understand it was a difficult decision but one that we felt was best for you. 








Let me tell you how we picked your name.  Lilies are my favorite flower.  Absolute favorite – and your daddy wanted to name you Lily because every time he brought flowers home for me, they would also be for you.  Kasia is my name in Polish and we wanted you to have a piece of Poland with you always. We also liked the names: Abigail, Simone, Claire, Zosia, and Elly.  However, at that moment we narrowed it down to two names and Zosia Jennifer almost trumped the name you received.  Here’s why:  Zosia is your great-grandmothers name who encountered a lot of hardship during WWII and has incredible stories to share.  It would have been the piece of Poland we wanted you to carry, but we would have called you Zoe.  Jennifer was going to be your middle name after the doctor that delivered you.  This woman is incredible in every aspect of her life and someone that both your daddy and I really respect and admire greatly.  She first met your daddy when she was serving a mission in Poland and was assigned to Wroclaw.  She taught your daddy the gospel of Jesus Christ and he was baptized thanks to her hard work and effort.  If it wasn’t for her, I never would have met your daddy and would most likely still be a single lady trying to figure her life out through therapy sessions.  Later, Jennifer kept in contact with your daddy throughout the years and helped him to retain his testimony and keep it strong.  Not only does your daddy love her, but he loves her husband for the support and love he’s shown to Michal as well.  Lily, when we first found out we were pregnant, it was hard for the Polish doctors to answer all my questions in English (and I had so many of them)… so the very first person who found out about you was Jennifer Kinghorn.  We called her on a Sunday and for over an hour she answered every question I had and helped calm me down about the whole situation.  It was her countenance and approach that helped me to be excited to have you come into our life, compared to the nervousness I was feeling.  Once we came back into the United States, we both felt that it would only be appropriate if we asked her to be our Doctor.  When she said yes, I cried and Michal felt like it was the first prayer he had that was answered in a long time.  We were thrilled that someone who cared so much for your Daddy was going to be the very first person to meet you.  She has had a special place in our hearts and for that reason we wanted to give you her name.  I was almost certain you were going to be a Zosia Jennifer – but when we looked at you - we just felt you looked more like a Lily.  




Lily, your daddy & I love you so much.  We want you to know that we will do whatever we can to give you the very best possible in life.  We want you to succeed and love life to the fullest.  We also want you to know that there are so many people who also love you.  You have had so many people on FaceBook give you compliments about how beautiful you are.  But if you ever run into trouble, remember those people who played a special part in your birth and know that you can always count on them.  Your grandparents and aunts & uncles love you also.  So many people love you and would do just as much for you as we would, so don’t ever be afraid to open your heart and love them back.  Love is a scary thing, and opening your heart is a scary thing, but as you do – the blessings outweigh the trials and heartaches.  Remember that you are a daughter of our Heavenly Father and he loves you even more than I do.  As you grow up, I hope that you remember just one thing:  How many people love you.  Because there is no greater blessing than to truly feel of someone’s love.

Grandma & Grandpa Dedrickson
Aunt Bridgett + Uncle Sam & Aunt Fatima + Uncle Ben

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

When am I due?

When is my due date? I get asked this question a LOT! And to be truthful, I don't know what to ever say. Since being pregnant I have gotten the following due dates from different doctors: (Starting with the first date I received to the last)... February 8, February 7, February 6, February 4, February 1, and February 8 (again). So - what would you tell people? I bet you would do the exact same thing I did - I went with the earliest date! I felt that if I went with the earliest date it would be me being "hopeful" and "encouraging" for our little baby girl to make an early appearance into this world. I also felt that it would mean I wouldn't be pregnant any longer than I needed to be. I mean - Doctors let first time mothers go about a week past their due date - but who wants to be pregnant until the 15th of February when they can only be until the 8th of February?
 
Regardless, I tried looking up the probability of a baby actually being born on their due date. I got anything from people guessing of 5% to statistical analysis surveys which shows the actual mean and standard deviation of a length of a pregnancy. All-in-all, I can't predict when my little girl will come. I have no control over it. I am ready, but I think it's more to have my own body back than anything else. I'm ready to be able to reach across the table, instead of having to go to the other side because my stomach gets in the way. I'm ready to be able to put lotion on my own feet (even though I don't mind that my husband does it for me) because I can't reach. I'm ready to be able to bend over and pick something up without having to ask someone else to pick it up for me. But mostly, I'm just ready for baby to arrive more than anything. So if it's Friday (which is what I've been telling people) or earlier, or later - who knows - only God knows. But hopefully, I'll still be ready and hopefully I'll be a good mother, even though I do want my body back!
  
So, enjoy and indulge with some completely useless pregnancy facts listed below (but some are rather neat - considering Utah pops up a few times in there).
  • The most popular day for babies to make their entrance is Tuesday, followed by Monday. Sunday is the slowest day, with 35.1 fewer births than average. Scheduled c-sections and induced labors have a big influence on the fact that far fewer babies are born on the weekend, but spontaneous (non-scheduled) deliveries occur less often on the weekend too.
  •  In 2010 more newborns arrived in September than in any other month. The second, third, and fourth most popular birthday months were August, June, and July, in that order.
  • The number of births went down for 40 states and remained about the same for the rest of the states in 2009. Birth rates ranged from 51 births per 1,000 women age 15 to 44 in Vermont to 88 per 1,000 in Utah.
  • Utah had the highest birth rate, with 88 births per 1,000 women age 15 to 44. Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, Hawaii, Idaho, Kansas, Mississippi, Nebraska, Nevada, New Mexico, North Dakota, Oklahoma, South Dakota, Texas, and Wyoming had more than 70 births per 1,000 women.
  • Vermont had the lowest birth rate, with 51 births per 1,000 women age 15 to 44. Connecticut, Maine, Massachusetts, Michigan, New Hampshire, and Rhode Island had fewer than 60 births per 1,000 women.
  • Over the last three decades, women have been waiting longer to start having children. In 1970 the average age of a first-time mother was about 21. In 2008 the average age was 25.1.
  • In 2008 almost 30 percent of women gained 21 to 30 pounds during their pregnancy, and just over 25 percent gained 31 to 40 pounds. About 21 percent gained more than 40 pounds, 16.5 percent gained 11 to 20 pounds, and 7 percent gained less than 11 pounds.
  • The average U.S. newborn weight in 2008 was 7 pounds, 4.26 ounces.
Regardless of my due date, here is me at 36 weeks.
Okay, so here's the deal: I'm going to have a contest and whoever correctly guesses my due date gets some Turkey Hill Ice Cream courtesy of me... so guess away... (hint: between now and February 15)

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

It's a Girl!

When Michal & I first found out we were expecting, this is how I wanted to announce to the world of my news:
 I thought that I was being sooooo clever!  But then Michal came up with a different idea...
 ... and I liked his idea better - so it beat out my idea and we BOTH posted the same picture on Facebook to announce our news.  I didn't want to announce what we were having until I knew what we were having.  That's the reason why we didn't make anything public until about 16-17 weeks into my pregnancy.
And. Let me just rave that I don't understand why people take pictures of themselves getting fatter.  It is quite depressing to step on the scale each week and see a larger number than the week before.  Why do we take pride in pictures where we look awful?  Well, I think that it's because we want to look back and remember what the whole experience was like and judge ourselves from pregnancy to pregnancy on how we are "measuring up."  Needless to say, I was ANTI "fat" pictures, but I have a sweet husband who has coaxed me into taking the following pictures below.
18.5 weeks pregnant (Left)
21 weeks pregnant (Right)
 
23 weeks pregnant (Left)
24 weeks pregnant (Right)
 
27 weeks pregnant

As of today I am officially in my 3rd Trimester.
Here are the top questions that people ask me:

#1. How do you feel?
To be honest, I feel great.  The worst month was July when everything made me sick.  Yes, everything.  I had morning sickness big time.  All I wanted was "American Food" but I was so stuck in a Polish world.  Luckily, I had a friend (Brooke Blair) who came out to visit me the month of July and brought Goldfish crackers & Cheez-its & Pop-Tarts for me.  This saved me.  I stretched these treats out for about 2.5-3 weeks and it helped so much with morning sickness.  Everytime I thought I was going to hurl, I just popped in a few crackers and sucked on them until my nausea subsided.  I can't tell you how much of a blessing it was to have her come out and visit us in Poland.  Not only was it good to have someone to talk to about all my emotions, but it was good to have someone who was there for me when I needed it.

July was also the curse of smells.  I'm pretty sure I made Michal go to TESCO and buy about 7 candles which got rid of the smell of cigarette smoke.  Let me explain.  None of our neighbors smoked, but when someone walked by our windows smoking a cigarette, I would instantly get sick.  We lived on the fourth floor!  FOURTH FLOOR! And if someone walking by below was smoking, I'd get sick.  Michal couldn't even smell the smoke, but I could.  Another smell which made me go green was Ranch dressing.  Poland doesn't have Ranch dressing, but I had my mom bring some when she came to visit May-June.  I was able to enjoy the Ranch until my nose senses acted up.  Because it was so severe, I could still smell the Ranch packets which were sealed in 2 zip-lock baggies.  I gave the Ranch away to a senior couple who could use it instead of me. 

The Metro in June & July was also a challenge.  If an older lady yelled at me for not giving up my seat (or something else that I'm sure I didn't understand because it was all in Polish) I'd just look at her and start crying.  Maybe she was asking me if I felt all right, but the way her Polish was intonated, I thought she was cursing me out and I couldn't stop the tear-ducts from doing their job.  Also, if someone got in on the opposite end of the Metro and they hadn't showered, I had to get off.  It was just too overbearing.  Some Metro rides which normally took about 20 minutes would take me over 45 minutes because of how often I'd have to get on and off to get away from non-showering people.  Michal was really patient about this with me and started to bring our candles, which got rid of the scent of cigarette smoke, on our metro rides.  They also worked for body odor smells and I can just imagine what I looked like to other Poles sitting across from me on the Metro.  "Who is this girl smelling a candle the whole ride?", "Is she high?", etc. etc. etc.

The month of August I was struck with sore feet.  We traveled the whole month of August, and once my morning sickness subsided, my feet took its place in discomfort.  I would come home from walking around for 8-10 hours and just sit on my bed and cry as Michal would try to massage my feet out.  We couldn't figure out what was making my feet hurt so bad.  We even bought me a new pair of shoes in Russia to help with the problem.  Little did I realize it was from being pregnant (who knew - right?).

Other than the last part of June, the month of July & August, things have been going relatively well.  I don't cry everytime someone gives me a dirty look.  I feel like I'm a lot more lethargic than in Poland, but that's expected moving back to the United States.  I'm sleeping better than I did there, although sleeping when you're pregnant is a whole extra blog post.  And I feel like I'm able to go out and purchase any cravings that I have now that they are within my reach.

#2. What are you craving?
Funny you ask. 
June/July/August - Goldfish & Cheezits
June - Pop-tarts
September - Cafe-rio & Sweet Potato Fries
October - Cap'n Crunch Peanut Butter Crunch Cereal & Eistein Bagels with strawberry cream cheese
And lots and lots and lots of fruit. 
(One thing I can't stand is Ice-Cream.  Yuck!  Those who know me, know that this is my favorite food.  Not anymore.  I think I've developed a slight lactose intolerance and just can't stand Ice-Cream anymore).

#3. Can I touch your stomach?
No. 

#4. How much weight have you gained?
This may seem like a very personal question, but I'm more opposed to people rubbing my stomach than asking me how much weight I have gained.  As of today (28 weeks) I have gained 13 pounds.  I feel like I'm doing well considering that I can still fit into most outfits, but definitely appreciate stretchy pants.

#5. Are you excited about having a baby girl?
SO MUCH!  Who wouldn't be!  This is a prayer answered, a dream come true.  I even made Michal pray that our first would be a girl because I wanted a little girl so badly.  I just KNEW that my first would be a girl.  I just KNEW!  I'm so excited.  Finding out it was a girl at 16 weeks made me tear up.  I knew deep down inside that this is what we'd be having.  I really feel so blessed to be having a girl. 

#6. Have you picked out a name yet?
No.  Ideas or suggestions are welcome.  However, I will tell you what we have decided.
Our girl will have one name in English and one name in Polish (first name/middle name or vica-versa).  There will be NO naming of ANY of our children with a "J" name.  "J" in Polish is pronounced as a "Y".  Hence the reason there will be no J named children in the Trenerowski household.  Michal says that for us picking a name is like congress trying to pass a bill.  I think it's because he likes traditional names/white-trash names/soccer-player names/or political names.  These are out.  I like unique names, he doesn't.  It will be interesting to see what we can finally agree on.  I think that once we do agree on a name, we will fly with it and not be discussing names any longer.

#7. What can I do for you?
Give me advice!  I need advice.  Everything I was "preparing" for in Poland has been thrown out the window and even though I feel great, the one word I would use to describe myself right now would be "OVERWHELMED".  I just feel like I have no idea what I'm doing.  I have no idea what to buy, what to prepare for, etc.  I did purchase my first baby-clothing item last week.  I was super proud of it.  And, I've decided that when you go on a mission, they have a whole checklist of things you need to do to prepare.  When you get married, they have a little book or checklist of items to consider.  But when you have a baby... Nothing!  So, if anyone has a good baby checklist - send it my way.  I think I'll google for one and start just crossing things off one by one.  Good thing I have my mom and Michal's mom to help out!  I feel like between those two I don't have to worry about things that I've never thought of before and they have gotten me more stuff than I know what to do with.  So, they are helping me a ton!

And lastly, I just had to share this cool story...
One reason we decided to stay in Utah to have the baby is because of our Doctor.  The OBGYN who is going to deliver our little girl is the same person who taught Michal the gospel as a missionary.  She came to our wedding and has debuted in our blog before (see this post). I know it's a picture of her back... but I'll get a better one later of her.

Needless to say, we are excited, and hopefully we'll be all ready and prepared when baby comes.  Life is full of surprises and we are prepared and hoping that a few will be thrown our way.  It just makes for more interesting stories and a greater adventure.  And for anyone who would like to attend our baby blessing, the invitation is open and we would love to see you there!

Monday, November 5, 2012

3 Continents, 8 Countries, 5 States

During the month of August, Michal & I made it to quite a few places.
3 Continents (Asia, Europe, North America)
8 Countries (Poland, Germany, The Netherlands, Turkey, Russia, Latvia, Finland, United States)
5 States (Oregon, Utah, Arizona, Nevada, California)
We had always wanted to be able to take a constant trip for a whole month.  Even though this isn't exactly what we planned, we feel like we can cross "traveling for a whole month" off of our bucket lists.

And while we love traveling, and have never had a rough time being adventurous, coming back to America was quite the hassle.  Since this is a public blog, I think that I'll keep all the details to myself, but let's just say that I am one angry girl at KLM.  Getting to Utah from Poland was a hassle and this experience opened my eyes (big time) to major reasons why people just HATE to travel. I have never felt this way about traveling, but now - I will think twice before I decide on who to travel with.

So, once we got to Utah, we headed out 3 days later to California.  I know the 5 states is a stretch since one was a layover and another state we were just "driving through", but I'm counting it.

Michal had a job interview in LA (hence the reason we came to America) and we were so excited for the opportunity to move back to the U.S. We jumped on this opportunity, rented a car, drove down, and only spent like 2 hours really "site-seeing" LA.  Our reasoning was that we didn't want to see "all" (like we really could have seen all) of LA if there was a possibility that we would be moving here soon!  Hence, the only place we really got to spend hand-in-hand discussing our future was on Santa Monica's beach.
Michal has always wanted to take me here.  We've been here seperate from each other, but never together.  And even though I'd have to say the beaches in North Carolina trump California beaches anyday, I still enjoyed the wind in my hair (even if it did get curly from the humidity), the sand between my toes, and the salty waves on my legs.  


I feel like this was the perfect ending to the perfect trip.  And while we still aren't sure if Michal ever got the job in LA or not, we decided while walking along the oceanfront, that we were going to make the best out of being here in America.  Michal would interview at as many places as possible and see if we could stay here and move forward with his career in the States.  We felt like it would be best to have baby here with family closeby and that everything would work out - if we had the faith it would.  Sometimes moments like these surmount everything else.  To be able to speculate, talk about your future, discuss fears & hopes & dreams & wishes, to be able to confide in your best friend - that's what made every dollar of this trip worth it.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Łaziska Farm



 One of the last activities Michal & I did in Wroclaw was visiting his family farm.  I had no idea that Michal had farming skills in him.  Nor did I know how fearless he is of animals on this farm. Normally Michal shies away from animals (especially birds) but on this farm, he was a natural!  He helped bathe the horses, he gathered all the geese and chickens in for the night.  He got the calf all taken care of.  And he told me lots of childhood memories of coming here and helping out.  The only thing that I did on this farm was help Zosia collect eggs from the chickens, and sneeze my head off.  I felt really bad, but I guess since I'm allergic to hay - I get all puffy anytime I venture out into a farming area.  I sure wasn't cut out to be a farmer, and I didn't think that Michal was either until our little excursion here.



I was incredibly impressed with how "handy" and knowledgeable everyone here was!  I was stunned by how large the veggies were in Agnieszka's organic garden.  And I was astonished at Zosia's fearlessness of catching a hen.  I dared her to catch one, just to be funny.  But she actually went ahead and did it.  I would be terrified!  This girl wasn't!
Zosia even showed me how courageous she was when she fell off her horse.  She is learning to jump right now and this horse is a retired jumping horse.  She is taking it slow, but I think that once she accidentally gave him the wrong signal and fell off the horse as he went one way and she leaned the other.  This gave me quite a fright, but her dad wasn't worried and was proud of her for getting back up and jumping back on the horse and trying again. 














Everyone here welcomed me like I was right at home and tried to feed me over a million meals (which is, of course, the Polish way).  I had a blast and was grateful that I got to come here to experience this part of Michal's childhood.  I feel like it helped me to get to know him a bit better.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Berlin & DDR Museum

 Our flight back from Istanbul was ten times cheaper to land in Berlin.  So we opted to catch another form of transportation back to Poland from Berlin and save some extra $.  While waiting for our ride we had a half a day to spend in Berlin and while we were there found some fun treasures!

(Left) My Olympic Berlin Bear (see St. Petersburg Post for more Berlin Bear appearances)
(Right) a traveling Octoberfest"ish" Beer Cart where the numerous horses had bells and jingled as if they were hauling Santa's sleigh.
 An adorable little kid shirt (which was way overpriced so we opted NOT to purchase it).
 
We didn't have to travel far from the Airport to make it to our intended destination: DDR Museum.  Michal really wanted to go and was thrilled to be there.  This museum shows what the daily life in East Germany was like in a very "hands on" type of way.  Michal was like a little kid in a candy shop while touring this museum.  I think that we set the world record for spending the most time ever at the DDR Museum.  Here are the treasures in which Michal found. 





 
 Overall, I would have to say it made my heart just melt seeing how happy Michal was.  He wished we had more than a half a day in Berlin so that he could have spent more time there. 
 
(Left Below) Berlin Cathedral (Right Below) Berlin Tower
  (I couldn't pass up this smile as Michal watched his favorite trains go by in the Hauptbanhof).
Wandering back to the train station to catch our ride to Poland, Michal couldn't stop talking about the Museum and what life would have been like during that time. He then told me stories that his mom, Ania, had shared with him about hardships from being under the Soviet Union. Hearing Michal's stories, and visiting this museum, was a real eye opener to how lucky I am that I grew up in the United States. I don't say that casually, but I have such a stronger sense of pride everytime I see my home country's flag, or hear my National Anthem play. Living outside of the United States has been one of the best experiences for me. It has helped me appreciate what I have, but also esteem other cultures for their values and consecrated beliefs. I hope everyone gets the opportunity that I had to voyage beyond the United States and experience culture from a different viewpoint.