Mike's MPA

Life has been hugely busy the last two years for Mike. He has been working on his Masters of Public Administration from Villanova University every waking hour that he wasn't watching the kids. I don't think anyone will ever really appreciate how hard he worked and the sacrifices he made to do well in his classes. He made a goal to get at least a 3.8 GPA so that he could qualify for an invitation to Pi Alpha Alpha, a global honor society for individuals in Public Administration.

This week, Mike not only graduated from Villanova, but also accomplished his academic goal, graduating with a 3.89 GPA. This represents literally hundreds of nights of burning the candle at both ends He missed out on or cut short family activities. He had the self-discipline and determination to excel in his studies and also wrote and published articles in the field of Public Administration on the side. I'm beyond proud of him!

Kevin had come in earlier to visit and see DC, then my parents flew in on Thursday just to see Mike graduate. We really appreciate that they would come out and celebrate with us. They were wonderful and babysat so that Mike and I could spend an evening alone on a date. They also watched both kids during the graduation ceremonies. There's no way I would have been able to sit through the events if they hadn't.

Friday was especially chaotic. There was a torrential downpour that day. We spent the morning at Valley Forge, then drove to Villanova over 3 hours before commencement started so that our kids could nap in the car and then we could get something to eat. Ryan and Sophia napped for awhile, but then we woke them up a little prematurely so that we could get something to eat then change our clothes.

We only had one umbrella and we left our two-person stroller at home because of space limitations in our car. We hurried and changed our kids' diapers in the backseat, standing in the pouring rain, then carried them to the building with the cafeteria…only to find out that the cafeteria had barely closed. To top it off, the smell of Eau de Poopy Diaper filled the air and I had no idea which child was the culprit.

At that point, both kids were crying and I felt like joining them. Despite our best efforts, everyone was wet, tired, dirty, and hungry. I trudged off to the bathroom to change Ryan's diaper, in no mood to go back out in the rain and attend a 90-minute ceremony with kids who just needed snuggles and bedtime.  When I got to the bathroom, a flyer on one of the stalls caught my eye. On it was written a quote by Vivian Greene: "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain."

It was a simple thing, but it helped me to smile and take the whole situation in stride. 

We enjoyed Commencement. We survived the rain, the fatigue, and the whiney kids. I even laughed when my favorite leather strap shoes broke because they never, ever should have been anywhere near that rainstorm. 

We made it to Saturday, which had beautiful weather; Mike walked across the stage to receive his diploma. 

 Congratulations, Mike! Thanks for your hard work and dedication. I am so proud of you and feel incredibly blessed to be your wife!

My Little Ry Guy

Ryan Michael Clark was born January 7, 2014 just after midnight.  For those who read the blogpost a couple years ago about Sophia's birth, you know that we had some scary moments where her heart rate started going very low. Although it was scary, everything turned out well.

Ryan's birth was even scarier.

Again, before I left for the hospital to see if I was going into labor, I got a Priesthood blessing from Mike where he said that helping hands would attend us at the birth. Things appeared routine at first, but after my water broke, Ryan's heart rate started going very, very low. At first, it recovered after contractions, but my nurse and doctors were worried because his heart rate was taking longer to return to normal.

Finally, they were so concerned that they told me that I would either have to push him out NOW, or they were going to try once with forceps and then go for emergency C-section. I started pushing for dear life…Ryan's life. The doctors even had me push even when I wasn't having an active contraction. I pushed constantly between 3 and 5 minutes and Ryan was born.

When Ryan came out, he looked dead. I knew he wasn't, but he was so limp and blue that the pediatricians whisked him to the warmer and spent a few minutes stimulating him before we heard him cry. We truly had wonderful doctors and nurses in the delivery room. Many helping hands joined us to make sure that Ryan was born safely. 

I'm also sure that there were unseen heavenly hands helping us. I was praying very hard that I would have the strength to deliver Ryan. It's impossible to describe what goes through your head when you know that you--and only you--stand between your child and a potentially heartbreaking outcome. Having gone through the experience twice, I don't know if I have the emotional strength to do it anymore. 

In retrospect, I wish I'd elected for a C-section. Because I pushed him out so hard and so fast, I've had some painful postpartum complications that I'm still dealing with 4 months later. But this little guy is worth it. So, so worth it.

Ryan is such as sweet, happy guy. He loves to talk and be around people. He laughs all the time. Unless he's hungry, he's content to sit and watch you, but he gets the biggest smile when you go to pick him up. He's a fun and amazing addition to our family.

Here's Ryan in what I call his "Grandpa Rowley" outfit. For those who met my Grandpa Rowley, you'll know exactly why. Whenever Grandpa worked in the garden or on the farm, he would put on some overalls that looked exactly like this. I remember him walking out his side door whistling and doing a little hop/jig as he went to work. My grandpa has been gone almost 20 years now, but it still makes me happy that I can put this little outfit on my son as a nod to him and the lessons on cheerfully working hard that he taught me.

Here he is on picture day, happy to be getting out.

He slept through Easter.

As you can see through the last pictures, Ryan keeps putting on the weight. He loves to eat, and I mean LOVES to eat. His cheeks are so pinchable. I could just cuddle with him all day. We sure love this guy and the sweet spirit that he brings into our family!