tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557960413703957362024-03-13T02:55:03.938-04:00By Dani JanaDani Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15288314366097003134noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355796041370395736.post-72141698149161178622011-06-16T02:32:00.005-04:002011-06-16T02:42:04.726-04:00Its Been Awhile I Know<div style="text-align: left;">Although we often think we control our own life until life itself comes along and WaLLa!! you're off doing another task. One that is unexpected and often not even wanted, but, we go along anyway because it's out of our control.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am back on the track now and having a most wonderful time exploring the world around me. I will continue writing my story at some point, however right now, I'd rather just enjoy my explorations.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbPEdJy1BZu_9DI3lvGb35sL5eZqJ5NTIPvI2baj0M1gqVd_wjIx8Rudp21ytNNCjXYyC1MyzkVxAFH3p-4y7oCSubLUQtrnbTsA0BW3z-Qgj0D6UKrFZhqRBvkEtbebrjjX_LGV27WI/s1600/100_1390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbPEdJy1BZu_9DI3lvGb35sL5eZqJ5NTIPvI2baj0M1gqVd_wjIx8Rudp21ytNNCjXYyC1MyzkVxAFH3p-4y7oCSubLUQtrnbTsA0BW3z-Qgj0D6UKrFZhqRBvkEtbebrjjX_LGV27WI/s400/100_1390.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Much like this robin who returns from a long winter vacation to let us know times are changing, the world around us is about to renew herself again. Don't you just love spring, the fresh smell of cut grass, that yellow ball in the sky called the sun... shinning on your face and lighting up the world around you, through that beautiful blue sky?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq32RYrsOf0W5oxctNK4ooJszOgoRl8dGCa5wRydtUv3VYLri51e3h7lNqiheHoXNtP83lPA1uhrC9zyMKcGWkxJWFGCRJmnN-lazTUTiYP9Gfr9IwUxfo5DMHHhTXZ05nI6Cs2a8u0FU/s1600/100_1385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="293" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq32RYrsOf0W5oxctNK4ooJszOgoRl8dGCa5wRydtUv3VYLri51e3h7lNqiheHoXNtP83lPA1uhrC9zyMKcGWkxJWFGCRJmnN-lazTUTiYP9Gfr9IwUxfo5DMHHhTXZ05nI6Cs2a8u0FU/s400/100_1385.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> In every season of change I am always in aw....even though it happens time and time again, year after year, I can't help but stand in Aw!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am spending my time rebirthing from the long winter season, inhaling everything I see and taking tons of pictures. How have you been spending spring?</div>Dani Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15288314366097003134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355796041370395736.post-53762756951389644672011-03-22T07:00:00.014-04:002011-03-22T07:40:00.825-04:00Things in Life - Part Two<span style="font-family: Arial;">The day the boy's were born I had no idea life was about to take me on another ride and change my life forever, or so I thought, but forever and happliy ever after doesn't always happen.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> I couldn't count the number of times I would think bad things couldn't ever happen to me. After all our family was somewhat lucky there weren't a lot of things that went wrong. Like those who loose loved ones in an accident or in a blink of eye something happens internally and there gone. Like most I thought I was immortal.... nothing so terrible could happen to me or anyone around me. I just somehow knew they would be there everyday, every single day! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">How can we all be so smart in so many ways, and yet so stupid at the same time, to think life couldn't end for anyone, at any moment or for that at any age.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJ72mtLopJZu6X5NtvT7Hl5fB7v29jgIeJKkmj5c9lBHWovHy_SMWWeZE8-qX2bT1I8zky5fj6NFIPIqf21LJZJg7FraeJsTW9zSwrBWPfD6GaFYK6ZEKdPzA3pZCBgi0Ub8XkXURFuk/s1600/me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJ72mtLopJZu6X5NtvT7Hl5fB7v29jgIeJKkmj5c9lBHWovHy_SMWWeZE8-qX2bT1I8zky5fj6NFIPIqf21LJZJg7FraeJsTW9zSwrBWPfD6GaFYK6ZEKdPzA3pZCBgi0Ub8XkXURFuk/s400/me.jpg" width="187" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial;">At times when I browse through my own life's memories, the ones in photographs, the touchable ones a parent brings out when you walk in and sit down with a guy you've been seeing for awhile. <em> </em></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>Oh, how one sits there in those moments and thinks please don't bring out any more!</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I look at that little girl and think she has no idea what is coming her way in this life. Two family molestations, one by 6 years old the other at 16 which continues for quite sometime and finally a date rape at 18 by two guys. One her boyfriend or so she thought, the other his friend. But that in it's self is another story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">That little girl looking so delightful above has come along way, obviously. Despite the things I just described nothing could have hit her harder in life then the storm that was waiting all those years to twist that little mind so tightly, leaving only one option. Jump the entire ship!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Oh yeah, dealing with my little life's crisis, or anything you want to call them was so much easier. They were mine, even if inflicted by another they were my own personal demons to exit out, first battling them, coming to terms with them, and moving on..... yes, so much easier. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Life seems to have a way of forcing our hand as we age making us deal with everything that happened in the past, although the seeds were planted long ago, we often choose to bury them most are too painful to recall, yet somehow in our forties they begin to sprout there little heads. And that's when it all begins to change. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Only this change was taking place for someone else, it certainly was nothing from my past, it was a train wreck that was happening right there during the internal growth of those two helpless little boy's. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Being a mother gives one certain instincts and sometimes life gives us a visual warning, it's whether or not your really paying attention. I mean really paying attention to everything that happens to you, and around you, throughout your day. It all happens for a reason a lesson I was about to learn, my very first real lesson, and one of my most valuable in this life, from the birth of two preemie baby boy's....<span style="background-color: white; color: red;">until the next post have a great day!</span></span><br />
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</span>Dani Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15288314366097003134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355796041370395736.post-91642894741137223972011-03-19T21:30:00.013-04:002011-03-19T22:10:27.712-04:00Things in Life<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are so many thing in life I love to do, especially when it comes to creating. I seem to be </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I am inspired in so many ways by many things"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There isn't a day that goes by where inspirations doesn't grab me. This, for me personally, is a blessing in so many ways.</span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Not a day goes by I don't thank the Universe for blessing me with the ability to understand my talent and my twins for showing me the incredible view. Without them I would not have seen the world so clearly, since them I have walked a life I could have never imagined. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> I know we all say that when we look back... we all have our own challenges life brings, the good and the bad...yet what's important is they are unique for us and often similar with others. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Since the twins it has been the best, not only because I became a mother, but a mother, to twins with handicaps that would have come with or without the early birthing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Like those challenges theirs was not the easiest to handle... nor one when I found out ... didn't have me screaming and crying trying to figure out what happened or how to change it. There was not a day for many months that I didn't find myself running to the NICU... searching for a way to find a mistake they may have made, and not a day getting up blaming myself for what went wrong.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">My desire for months on end and my actions were the same, at night before bedtime there was not a moment before they fell asleep I didn't apologize...uttering softly I am so very sorry. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The guilt turned in to depression and the I'm sorry's keep going as they got bigger. I still see the images photographed by my eyes, embedded in my mind to play at times when something comes along to dust them off, a sound, a scent, a song, like a needle on a record slowly touching down to play the song, there they are sitting next to me, one under my left arm, the other under the right...tightly against my body as if permanently attached, there tiny heads both looking up at the same time, our eyes meet and I softly say "I am so sorry." then I kiss there foreheads as they fall asleep.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Then one night when those little blue eyes looked up in all there delight, I finally understood, oh believe me when I say, it took many, many, many, months later,but through those eyes I finally got what they were trying to say. It was exactly like those moments when a light bulb comes on and you just know! It's right.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">They taught me to step outside myself to see that it wasn't about me at all. All the I'm sorry's I had uttered in those precious moments, I now could see were all about me, how I felt, not at all about what they had and would continue to endure. It was a moment to take in a breathe so deep in to my lungs it touched my heart...for the first time I had actually looked in their eyes and what I say was the most incredible thing I had ever seen in my life, them.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">With every waking moment as I kept looking through their eyes, I saw and learned to see my talent, life, the world around me. To listen as if I were hearing for the first time, to see as if I was once blind. Through those eyes I was actually born in to and understood this thing called life...and that didn't come without changing everything.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>To be continued.....</strong></span></div>Dani Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15288314366097003134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355796041370395736.post-20084072533448574402011-03-14T00:57:00.002-04:002011-03-14T01:01:07.525-04:00Knitting Preemie Jester Hats<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Friday I recieved my first round of Sidar Snuggly dk Yarn and I am loving it! Ohmygoodness, it is incredibly soft. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I am also waiting for another order of Sublime Baby Cotton Kapok dk yarn. Kapok is a clever hollow fiber with a natural, thermo-regulating feature-- perfect for keeping wee ones cool in summer and warm in the winter.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is also a beautiful soft sage green with this I plan on knitting the word preemie in soft pink or white.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">All will be available in my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shops/bydaniellajana">Etsy Shop</a> when completed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Have a wonderful day, Dani</span></div>Dani Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15288314366097003134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355796041370395736.post-2577750284202937152011-03-13T05:52:00.003-04:002011-03-13T06:33:25.422-04:00Love of Preemie Babies<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Loving preemies started for me when I had my own, not one, but two. Yes, a set of twins coming in at just a few ounces over 2 lbs. I had never seen or even thought about a human baby being so tiny.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span lang="EN"></span><span lang="EN"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here they are at about 14 days old, they decided to put them in the same little home. The nurses found twin preemies often do better when nested together. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The sounds in the neo-natal were everywhere, babies sounding like a tiny toy mouse squeaking, alarms going off when a little one needed attention. The smallest little babies I had ever seen fighting for every moment and every parent feeling the worst, so helpless, unable to do what is natural, protect there child.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I look at this sometimes and can't believe or even wrap my mind around the size of there feet being no bigger than my thumb. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I admire the people who chose to do this job, I can't imagine the pain they feel with every loss. I did see the smiles when babies did a step down in to the next room, preparing to gain enough weight to go home. You could see the joy in every ones face. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Going home without your baby is not an easy task nor one that makes any sense to the mother. This is something so hard to imagine and even harder to do. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I knew my two were coming home when they made it in to the step down unit beginning to gain more and more weight. This too is were they teach a parent to care for this tiny human. They explained that when they rounded out at a little over 4 lbs we could prepare to take them home. Being winter I had no idea were to find anything small enough or for that warm enough to keep them out harms way. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So I went home bought some yarn and began to crochet. Both had there own little cozy one was white, the other was cream. I still have them to this day stored with all there other neo-natal treasured items. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">God Bless all the little ones who are currently fighting for every moment and the ones who may enter the </div><div align="center">neo-natal center. Our prayers are with you and your new one. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">I am currently knitting preemie jester hats made using Sidar Snuggly Dk Yarn </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">in colors, blue, pink, and soft green. This yarn is so soft against the skin it's amazing. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">Some personalized with babies name knitted in to the hat. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Be sure to follow my blog I will post how they are coming along. Thank you for visiting, Dani</div><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span>Dani Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15288314366097003134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355796041370395736.post-67171801461311163002011-02-20T06:19:00.004-05:002011-02-20T09:25:47.211-05:00Coming Soon...My old blog is moving here....add yourself as a follower, stop back soon and check it out! I know you'll love it!Dani Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15288314366097003134noreply@blogger.com0