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Friday, August 18, 2017

Heartbroken

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Psalm 34:1, 18
His praise shall continually be in my mouth. I will bless the Lord at all times;
The Lord is near to the broken-hearted

This is the hardest post I've ever written.
And, by far, the most difficult time of my life.

On Tuesday morning, at a little over 17 weeks gestation, we found out that our baby girl's heart had stopped beating.

We are devastated. Completely devastated.

Monday night, as I settled into my place in bed, I reached for the home fetal Doppler monitor so that I could listen to our daughter's heartbeat. It was a normal routine for me. I had done this same thing many times this since she was 10 weeks along. Even at that age, I could find her heartbeat. This night was different. Things didn't sound right. I didn't panic. Mainly because I heard something (turned out to be my own pulse or the placenta beating). And I knew my regular appointment was the next day. I thought my monitor wasn't working correctly. I really didn't hold on to the thought that her heart could have stopped beating.

I decided to sleep in and not work out before my appointment, just in case she was in distress.

I went to my appointment alone. As I mentioned to the nurse that I wasn't noticing her flutters as I had earlier in my pregnancy.  She said she would let the midwife know. When they went to find her heartbeat, my heart began to race uncontrollably. It sounded just like the night before. It didn't sound right. She acted as though it was no big deal and I'd "won myself an ultrasound today." I lay there still, as the reality began to sink in. I prayed for a miracle. I prayed and prayed and prayed. The ultrasound showed my biggest fear. My beautiful baby girl, still and with no heart beat. The midwife turned to me and quietly said what I feared most. "Rebekah, I'm so sorry, but there is no heartbeat."
Dear God. Please, no. She said she would go get a professional sonographer to be sure. I remained laying down on the table as one person stayed with me in the room for a while. I wanted her to leave. I wanted to be alone so I could pray out loud. So I could cry out to God for a miracle. She asked me if I wanted to sit up. I said no. I wanted to stay there. She offered to go see what was taking so long and I asked her to please do that.

As I lay there alone in the room, I continued to ask the Lord for a miracle. "God, please restore our baby girl. If there is any way, let her heartbeat be strong. Please God, I know you are the God who heals. We need a miracle."
The next sonogram confirmed the worst news of my life. Our child. Our fifth baby el. Our precious baby girl's heart was no longer beating.

Moustapha had worried with me the night before. We both love all of our children so much. I needed him. I called him. Through the tears, I said his name "Moustapha." He cried out "No!" Without saying anything else, he knew.

This is all I can share about that for now. 

Wednesday morning, I delivered our baby girl and held her in my arms way too soon. She is beautiful. She brought our family so much joy in the weeks leading up to this day. Our family now feels a deep sadness and a huge hole in our hearts. 

But, our hope remains in Christ. We know that God loves us all and that our daughter is in God's arms. We are heartbroken. Please keep our entire family in your prayers.


Mary-Linda Elizabeth El-Hakam
We will love and cherish our time with you always. 
Love you forever. - Momma and Daddy

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Full ❤️ Heart

It's fair to say that my hands look "full" in this photo. 

I think if you asked me then, I would have told you that even my heart was full. 

But, what I didn't know, is that my arms and my heart have room for more. There is more love to give and more love to receive. 

I can't wait to have another Baby El in my arms for the next family beach trip. She's already loved so much before we ever lay eyes on her or hold her in our arms. 



Now we just wait, pray and *try to* get ready for life with a baby in the house again! 

Friday, August 11, 2017

What do you consider a family vacation?



What do you consider a family vacation? 



I often read about vacations being different than taking "trips" with kids. I personally love being on "vacation" with my kids. I especially love it when we have an extra *adult* family member with us to balance out the kid to adult ratio. This year, it was just me, dad and the 4 Els and for their ages (12,10,8 and 7) it was perfect. Next year, with baby in tow, I will definitely want another adult helper along with us to help keep the older kiddos occupied. But, this year, with these four kids, we were happy and chill. 



We like driving vacations. It's nice to pack up the SUV with everything you need and get to where you are wanting to land in one day. White sandy beaches and blue water? Yes, please! We've found ourselves in or near Destin, Florida four different summers. I highly recommend this vacation. Later in the summer you will find the best deals, but given our schedules gearing back up for school, we had to go a little earlier this year.

We also both lived in Southern California after college, so traveling back to California feels like home. It's probably my favorite vacation spot. 1. We found some great round trip ticket prices last summer. And, we tend to book a timeshare week with redweek.com and have found some really great places to stay that way. We love to have accommodations with full kitchens and separate bedrooms. This is a must with our big, growing family. 

We love beach days, Disneyland, pool time, playing cards, completing puzzles, watching movies, trying out restaurants with great YELP reviews and just being together. It's a break from my normal routine and for me, it's a wonderful "vacation!"