I sit here this morning so scared to type what I am about to type. I am so superstitious…I worry these little moments of celebration are followed by more sheer madness
We are finding a rhythm and slowly finding sync in the twins life. For those that do know my family, we have a huge village of helpers…people that just have jumped in and given of their time, energy, efforts, resources…everything to help us learn how to take care of the twins. Once a week, my mom and nana come to our house, let us go to bed and sleep all night while they take care of the twins. In our world, we look forward to that night…it is like gold to us. Sleep is gold to us.
One of my favorite pictures from today is Dr. Hart holding George. George and Henryare two months old today, how appropriate for them to have their two month appointment the same day, August 10, 2017.
First of all, I can’t believe they are two months old. Second, if their were born on their original due date (July 31st), they would not even be two weeks old today. Here we are getting their two month shots.
Tonight was all hands on deck. Yes…it was time for the game face. I pulled out the face paint, got in three point stance, and was ready to roll.
Game time was 5pm…quitting time at work…game time at home. Sarah was already two steps out the door when I rolled up into the Rettew Ponderosa. Four nights in a row of non-stop feeding and late night shenanigans was the catalyst for the much needed escape.
Last night was one of the more trying nights we have experienced since coming home from the NICU. Henry cried and screamed from 12:30am until about 2:30am. This was just the beginning of my manic, nightlong experience that led to a public prayer.
Colonel Ben graduated Clemson as the class of 1938, but more important served in World War II. Not only did he serve, but he was a prisoner of war where he did something that seemed so insignificant but has left a tremendous legacy.
As a prisoner of war, he took part in the Bataan Death March,
Yes…that is me! My name is Bobby Rettew and I am 43 years old and just had twin boys. What the hell am I thinking, it makes no logical sense…NONE. Let’s do the math real quick, when they turn 20…I will be 63…HOLY CRAP, yes…63.
Water: The 534 Club I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you will be clean… (Ezekiel 36:25). Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink. (John 7:37)
I did it…I have joined the 534 club in Cange, Haiti. Actually…I walked these stairs twice. I was nervous traveling back to Cange to capture our water story. I was anxious; anxious that I would not be able to climb these steps given our last trip. These steps almost got the best of me.
This is one of the last images I captured of our cabin on Hunting Island, taken in 2007. You can see a lot of beach here separating the cabin from the ocean. My grandfather built this cabin when my dad was a little boy.