Friday, December 4, 2015

A Club No One Wants To Join


It's a club no one wants to join. I've just become a member. Many of you, my friends, are members. And too many woman across the globe join the club silent and alone. 

The miscarriage club. 



It sucks. And it's still raw. And new. I prob shouldn't be writing about it so soon, but there is so much in my head. 

Through all of our years of infertility, I considered myself blessed that my only pregnancy resulted in the birth of our Finleigh Grace. We were spared the heartbreak of losing a child year after year. If you remember the last blog was about the 3 embryos we have lost when IVF didn't work. Although it's similar & many of the feelings are similar...it's different. It just is. 

Let me back up.  

We found out in Florida, on Halloween, that we were pregnant. We had sent Finn to my parents for a week, had an embryo transfer where we transferred two embryos and spent a week resting and focusing on these new lives inside of me. 



We left for FL for a week long family vacation with more time to relax and grow babies!! 



Our first blood test should have been the Monday that we were there, and we could have gone to a local lab, but we chose to forgo this and just wait a week. We wanted to enjoy our time in FL and relax on the beach without the stress of the blood test. HOWEVER, I was having crazy symptoms, so when we went to the store for groceries on Sat we also picked up a pregnancy test. I took it right away and it was quickly positive!! This vacation was just pure perfection!!! 


We got back to town and had blood work the following Monday. I was indeed pregnant. Blood work continued every 2 days...and this started a few weeks of crazy ups and downs. My numbers from the second test were "off" so I continued to have blood work done every 2-3 days. Every time the doctor would seem like bad news was inevitable, we would get our tests back and the drs would be shocked...we were always still pregnant...and each time granted enough hope to get through the coming days. 

It got to a point where they were almost sure that it was an ectopic (tubal) pregnancy based on my HCG numbers. A dangerous situation for anyone...for someone on blood thinners, even scarier! Super rare for IVF, but possible. I was asked to come in the following day for a sonogram to see if they could tell anything. Dr Selah felt sure the following day that there was no tubal pregnancy and he was able to find a tiny sack. More blood work. More sonograms the next week. The sonogram the next week showed the sack...and we saw a very faint and very slow heartbeat. This was a Friday. The doctor thought that there was still a chance of miscarriage and was sure that my HCG numbers would have flattened out or gone down. However, that afternoon they called that they had risen significantly...and were JUST at the point where a heartbeat could have been detected. Hope. Once again. Our next appt was the following Tuesday. The Tuesday before Thanksgiving. 

The sonogram started and Dr Selah was unable to find anything in my uterus. He stated that he thought a miscarriage had already happened, but decided to give it "one last look" before we made any decisions. That one last look found TWO sacks. Two. One, however, was empty & we had already lost that baby. 

The 2nd one though...he started playing the heartbeat and it was strong and regular...and I about flew off the table!! I sat up as much as I could and made eye contact and said "yes?" And he said "Yes! it's a strong heartbeat!" We have a sweet sweet video where he says that we have a "miracle pregnancy!"  

BUT there were still some concerns. He had trouble figuring out exactly where the sacks were located in relation to the borders of the uterus. The fibroids that I have were making it hard for him to be certain that everything was ok. He sent us right over to radiology at the hospital for a high tech sonogram to, once again, be sure that it wasn't ectopic/tubal or something strange like outside of the uterus. He told us that by the end of the day, we would know 100% if it was a healthy pregnancy or if I'd be headed into emergency surgery. 

There was a ton of drama involved with this appt...including me having a major pregnancy meltdown in the waiting room when they told us we were late for our appt and it would be another 2 hours before we could be seen (we were there at the time my nurse told me to be there)(Finn was already melting down & Ben was stressed about missing work)...but we got to have the appointment right away (thank you tears). I wasn't able to see the screen for this one, but Ben watched and we saw the shots after that he took. Based on things he said, we felt certain that everything was ok. 

The rest of that day was crazy. Baking, cooking, peeling potatoes, packing, and getting ready to head to AR...since we weren't sure if we would be able to go or not until this point & there was a LOT to do. The doctor called and said that it was indeed a healthy pregnancy and that the sonographer had seen the same thing he had. Two sacks, one with a healthy heartbeat & they were indeed inside of the uterus. The only issue was that the baby measured smaller than it should have been. I was in my 7th week and it measured in the 6th. But the heartbeat was a strong 136 BPM. 

We were elated. Still cautious, but elated. Once a heartbeat is detected, chance of miscarriage goes down to 7%. At this point, we hadn't even processed the twin we had already lost early on, we were just thrilled to be pregnant. We headed to Thanksgiving and decided to go ahead and tell my extended family. We still needed prayers and figured they would be told later if we did indeed miscarry...so we might as well share & not have to hide it for 4 days. 

Finn showed up in this (it's the best pic I got) awesome shirt made by my friend, Whitney:


It was a good week! 

We came back to town and Dr Selah had wanted me to continue my meds/shots and follow up with my OBGYN the following week. My OB didn't have an appt available and the nurse didn't see a reason to rush me in...so Dr Selah wanted to continue to monitor me until I could see the OB. 

My appt with him was this past Wednesday morning. My 8th week. Finn was at daycare and I had clients starting after lunch. As soon as he found the sacks and focused on the one with a baby in it, I knew. I didn't see the heartbeat. He looked around a little and then started talking. He was so nice and kind...but the baby had died sometime around Thanksgiving. And the other sack was still empty. We kept our composure to talk to the nurse and then hightailed it to the car where we broke down. I drove ben back to work...dropped him off in silence...and drove home where I was able to be alone for a few hours. I  had to go to work. Maybe not smart & not a choice I would have made, except I hadn't seen my Wed clients the week before due to the holiday. 

I had a play therapy client do this activity & I did one later. Maybe i should see someone? An honest look at my feelings:



I'm glad I went to work, though. It forced me back into reality. Maybe it's an unhealthy "ignore the problem" reality...but it's how we are surviving at the moment. Focusing on our daily tasks...loving our daughter (and letting her stay up way too late while we cuddle and watch movies)...and just waiting. Waiting on nature to take its course and for my body to naturally "abort" these two babies. Two. It seems so cruel. 

So many thoughts and feelings are running through my head. This may be jumbled, and not make much since...but here are some things that I can't turn off: 



There is so much guilt surrounding miscarriage. My body couldn't handle it. What could I have done different? (And so much more!) Add to that the IVF guilt of the thousands of dollars wasted and it's pretty miserable in my head right now. 

Every time I roll over in bed and cry out in pain as I roll over the cantaloupe sized knots on my hips from the nightly progesterone in oil shots, I'm reminded of the misery that we put my body through to be able to carry these babies. Two to three shots a night plus other meds. Not easy shots. Painful ones. That leave cantaloupes on my hips. Forget rolling over in bed, it's anytime I move. Every movement brings pain in my hips. Bruises on my belly. Cruel. Cruel. Cruel. It's all worth it for the joy that comes in 9 months...but the reality of what we've been through to lose the baby/babies...it's too much. My heart and my brain can't handle it. 



Seeing the baby's heartbeat was such a blessing. So much hope...but also still so hard. Until the heartbeat, it seemed strange to call it a "baby." We said "the pregnancy" or "the sack" and I still find myself referring to the first one we lost that way. It seems strange to say "baby" for it, but it is the same as most early miscarriages. An embryo attached and began to grow...it just stopped sooner than the other. The heartbeat, though. That was the fighter. Our little Leo the late bloomer. Our miracle. That heartbeat made this pregnancy viable. Real. And so much more painful at the same time. I am so very thankful that we got to see & hear it. So blessed. But it just hurts, too. Many early miscarriages don't get that chance. We were blessed...but when it wasn't there, we were devastated. And still are. 

It hurts to tell people. But it hurts not to. To ignore this baby and the month we've had seems wrong. But to open ourselves doesn't feel right, either. We won't want to talk about it, we just aren't ready. We don't want stupid advice & cliche answers. I don't want to cry in public...so laugh with us, pray with us, and and please continue to keep us in your thoughts. 

We feel loved already. We have a handful of friends who have been with us daily through these ups and downs, every step of the way. Someone has contacted me daily. Meals have been offered. We can't even begin to explain what this means to us. We are being held by those who love us & we can't thank them enough. 

Right now, we are "ok" relatively speaking. We don't know what we need. We are still processing. Still waiting for "it" to happen. Thoughts of "I have two dead babies inside of me" replay in my head. Thoughts of our anniversary this summer, which would have been our due date slay me. BUT, we are focusing on Finn and finding joy in the daily tasks. And meltdowns. Silently crying through the belly laughs at tickle wars and giving too many kisses until she says "no more, mom!" (Yes, she calls me "mom") Relishing in this sweet sweet miracle that brings us more joy than we know what to do with. 

Taking her to see Santa:

Picnics at daddy's office:

Making cookies:

And playing until the house is a wreck and totally ignore the "real" cooking and cleaning that should be happening:

This weekend will consist of parades, Christmas decorating, joy, heartbreak, waiting, laughter, tears, ignoring the cooking & cleaning some more, and who knows what else. We by no means have it all together...we're probably one small step away from losing it all, but we have people who love us and a God who will never leave us. Holding us up. Carrying us through...even when we feel like He's so very far away. 

We'll be ok. And we won't. We will never be the same. BUT, we know who holds our future & for now that is all we have to cling to. 


Monday, October 27, 2014

Somewhere in the Middle

I'm well aware that my blog has been DEAD since Finn's birth.  I had big plans to post and even had so many blog titles and ideas in my head.  However, this sweet little thing took up my free time and I had to let something go!  I work part time and I want to spend my time with this little gem:
I chose/choose NOT to feel guilty about it...so, I kind of apologize, but not really.  HA! The joy she has brought to our life is indescribable!! 

I have hesitated writing this blog...I hate that I'm bringing back the blog for a post like this...but I keep feeling a nudge to be transparent and share what we have been going through.  I've never wanted pity, so we've been pretty silent about this, even with our families (most of whom will be informed as they read this).  After a few months, though, it's been enough time that I don't feel like "pity" is an issue.  We just crave your prayers for what is to come. 

August and September were tough for us.  After Finn was born (maybe even before), we started talking about WHEN we wanted to try for another.  With 7 frozen embryos...and my "advancing" age...we knew that we wanted/would have to have our babies close in age.  At some point, we settled on trying for a sibling for Finn the summer after she turned 1.  We then decided on the August 2014 cycle.  This would mean a baby born at the end of April (Finn was a Sept cycle...I have to have my babies at 37 weeks for medical reasons) just a month before Finleigh's first birthday.  Perfect in our minds.  IF it happened to be a girl, she could share all of her sisters clothes, most of which were only worn one time.  

Mid July, we started the dreaded shots again.  
These cycles, the frozen ones, are SO much easier than starting over with the entire IVF cycle.  Frozen cycles consist of lupron shots in the belly daily, estrogen shots in the booty 2 times/week, and one sono to check the uterus lining.  Oh, and you cant forget the progesterone shots that start a week before the transfer.  The progesterone shots are the EPITOME of all things horrible. The estrogen and progesterone shots are both "in oil" which means that that liquid is THICK.  I thought I was ready for the P after a few weeks of the E.  Oh, heavens no!  The PIO (Prog in oil) is SO SO SO much thicker than the EIO.  Oy!  These shots leave HUGE knots in your gluteus muscle and essentially leave you with a DEEP muscle briuse.  Fun.  Just think...night after night after night of this.  It's like re injuring an injury that hasn't healed, yet.  It was brutal.  When one becomes pregnant, these shots continue until the 10th week of pregnancy.  How did I forget how bad they were?  Well, it may not be all my bad memory.  For a frozen cycle, the PIO is "double strength." Oh, thanks.  My hips/booty will never be the same.  

Anyway, we went on vacation with Ben's family in early Aug and toted all of my meds with us. 

Finally, the day came.  Transfer day.  It happened the week before Labor Day.  My instructions were to do 24 hours of strict bed rest and then not to lift anything over 10 lbs.  Um, my baby weighs 20.  We finagled the bed rest and had Finn taken care of.  The "no lifting" though was a problem.  I am home alone with her at least 3 days a week.  It's pretty impossible to get her in & out of bed, into her high chair, onto the changing table (although we did a lot of floor changes), and just love on her without lifting.  We were careful and Ben was great to pick up the slack (no pun intended) when he got home each night.  

Anyway, the Wed before Labor Day, we transferred 2 very healthy & close to perfect embryos.  Everything was looking textbook perfect!



We decided to travel and visit Ben's parents for Labor Day weekend.  Just 2 short days after the transfer.  We figured more hands would ease my lifting needs.  We had a very relaxing weekend in Lubbock and enjoyed being with family. 

Now, we just had to wait.  We would find out the Fri after if we were pregnant or not.  We were SO excited and talked so much about these babies/baby and what the next year would hold.  

That Friday, I went in for my blood work and then met my friend, Misty, at the mall for some distratction.  She has been through this (twice) and knows what this wait is like.  


After eating lunch and walking around the mall (and seeing the ducks) the call finally came.  It was in the middle of the mall that I got the news:

We weren't pregnant.  Not even a little bit.

I was glad to be with a friend, but all i could think of was getting in my car and calling Ben.  We quickly parted ways and Finn and I headed home.  It wasn't a good afternoon, but my little Finn was a happy distraction.  Her joy is contagious.  

Misty texted and invited us over for dinner that night.  As much as we wanted to hole-up at home, we knew we needed people (and were blessed w/ a couple of offers).  What a blessing they were.  We went in our grubs and had greasy Chinese food while our babes played and caused havoc! It was one of those nights of processing and honoring our sadness, but also laughing and choosing JOY in all circumstances. 


So, where are we now?  We don't know.  We spent time honoring the loss we felt.  It was such a strange time.  What was this loss?  How did I fell?  I don't know how to explain it...except that we were somewhere in the middle.  It wasn't technically a miscarriage, and yet, we truly believe that these were whole babies that had grown into embryos and then blostocysts.  They just didn't continue to grow inside of me.  Did we "lose" them? I don't know.  There was never a sack, never a heartbeat.  

When we transferred Finleigh, we transferred two blastys as well.  When only one "took," I don't feel like I MOURNED the one that didn't, per say.  We were SO thrilled to be pregnant, but there were concrete thoughts about the one that didn't make it.  I think that now, after this most recent "loss" I have mourned that one more than I did at the time. 

I say "somewhere in the middle" because it isn't quite a miscarriage, and yet, it wasn't quite the tragic devastation that we felt so often for the 6 years that we tried to get pregnant before Finleigh.  There was not a since of HOPELESSNESS that I had felt SO often before.  We ARE parents and we have a WONDERFUL daughter.  If we are never blessed with more biological children, we are learning to be content with the IMMENSE blessings that we DO have.   

In one way it was harder than previous times that we weren't pregnant...because these were REAL conceived embryos.  In another way it was easier because we DO have Finn.  It was/is such a strange thing to process.  The thoughts that kept running through my head were "I just don't want to feel this pain again" and the pain of our "April" baby that would never be.  I still tear up when I think of the later.  

So, where are we now? We don't know. We would have loved to jump right back into the cycle the next month, that wasn't possible.  Although a frozen cycle is CONSIDERABLY cheaper than a full IVF ("only" 4 digits as opposed to 5)...it wasn't a cost that we were expecting to have to repeat for a few years.  I carry a LOT of guilt (on my own...never from Ben!) over the costs of things...and the NOTHING that comes of it when it doesn't work.  it's just gone.  We JUST (worked REALLY hard) to pay off the 6 years of infertility debt that had piled up and we aren't willing to put ourselves in that place again.  It was a tough pill to swallow...but we didn't have a peace about "jumping back in."  That, and the fact that my hips needed a break.  No joke, there are STILL knots.  

So often we laughed about our 7embryos in a freezer somewhere.  Laughing out of fear sometimes, because we dont know what to DO with 7 embryos! We have prayed since their beginning that God would let "nature" work its course and that our family would be PERFECT and we wouldnt have to make the tough decisions with any that were left when we felt that our family was complete.  We prayed that since day one...I just didnt want those true answers to come with THIS cycle.  Can't God see MY plan here? (please note sarcasm) I often prayed "not this time" through the 10 day wair for a pregnancy test.

There have been so many that have been with us during our journey and it felt wrong to keep all of this to ourselves.  However, it felt RIGHT to spend time honoring the pain and processing our feelings as a family.  So many times I wanted to share and ask for prayers.  We needed them (and we have an AWESOME core group of people who WERE praying us through it), but we just werent ready.  Satan has had a hay-day with plenty in our minds through the last few months...and keeping this secret no longer felt right.  

Thank you guys for loving us and supporting us.  We ask that you keep us in your prayers.  Specifically, we pray for CLARITY as we make decisions with our future and the future of the 5 embryos that we have.  I also pray that I have a FIRE and a PASSION as I move forward with life.  Passion...my word for 2014.  I lost a little, but I'm getting it back (B-12 helps. ha!) as time goes on.  We know that there is IMMEASURABLY MORE coming our way.  

Thank you for reading and for loving us so well.  For your viewing pleasure, our little ham:


Friday, January 24, 2014

SUYL...Meet Lauren! Trust me...you want to!!

Kelly, over at Kelly's Korner Blog is hosting a special "show us your life" series. Today's link up is "Show Us Your Singles!" Seem odd? Maybe. But, there have been NINE couples meet through this venue who are either married or engaged. There are even three "SUYS" babies (post marriage, of course). 

I joined in on one a few years back for my friend, David. Nothing came of it for him...but there was a lot of interest (ill come back and link in a bit). He is amazing & will be the BEST catch...hopefully soon...to someone just as amazing. 

Anyway. Back today. Today is all about LAUREN!!! 
Lauren & I met when I "hired" her to be a counseling intern while I was working at ChristianWorks. I remember that interview well (even what she was wearing), but never did I expect her to have such an amazing roll in my life 4 years later. 
Lauren is a licensed professional counselor (LPC). She went to Texas A&M for her undergrad and is an Aggie through and through (I can hear her saying "gig em" as she reads this). She went to grad school at Dallas Theological Seminary and is technically an ordained minister! She has lived in Texas most of her life, but also lived in North Carolina for a while working on a youth ministry team for a church there. She came back to Texas and has been working as a counselor since then. She is wonderful at what she does and her clients are so blessed by her. She specializes in working with adolescents and teenagers and has a passion for working with young ladies. 

She volunteers her time at Camp Erin DFW and does a GREAT job making connections w/ the grieving camper and families that they truly cherish.  Through CE, she was able to meet my dad & sister. I love how much she just fits w/ my people (more on this in a bit)! My dad really took to her & that means a lot to me!! He was even trying to play match maker this past summer. Bless it!! 
It was Lauren who pushed and prodded and did a LOT of work to get our private counseling practice (Campbell Counseling Group) up & running!! If it weren't for her, it would have never happened...and would prob not be functioning!! Getting started was one of the toughest things, and still has its challenges, but we had so much fun building it from the ground up & are so proud of what it's become! She is such a hard worker!!  

It was also Lauren who finally convinced my husband to cut off his child molester hair!! It took a little friendly bet...but she won and I am forever grateful!!! 

Truly, though, one thing I love the most is how Ben really enjoys being around her. He doesn't always enjoy all of my friends (sorry friends!), but he never rolls his eyes or "scoffs" when I say that Lauren is coming over or that we are hanging out. She just FITS with us and no one feels like a third wheel (her or Ben). Ben really feels comfortable w/ her and is his true self around her. He enjoys being around her and genuinely laughs at/with her/us and that makes my heart happier than I can express in words!!!!
Really, I love that all of my friends love her. Every time I invite her along w/ some of my other friends, a new friendship is formed...and she fits right in!  (Sorry Amber...but I love this pic)
Lauren is a wonderful friend and the number of friendships that she has attests to that!!  She was the person that I saw the most while on 11 weeks of bed rest. She just dropped by, brought dinners/lunches/slushes, brought movies & magazines. In fact...she started doing that at the beginning...she came and relieved my boredom after the embryo transfer. Back when I thought 3 days of bed rest was hard. Ha! She kept me entertained!
She threw our gender reveal party & was the first person to know that Finleigh was a girl. She cried when she opened the envelope! She was there when I decided to "give in" to Ben and name the baby Finleigh.
She is the only person, besides family, that had permission to come see us at the hospital the day Finleigh was born. We wanted to have a day w/ family only...but Lauren was include in that list! When she first came, the baby was in the nursery b/c she was having trouble breathing. So she didn't even get to see the baby & had to go see clients. Later that night, she called and said "I'm driving home and I really want to see the baby. Is there time?" There was about 15 minutes left of "visitor hours" so she ran in and got to hold my sweet Finleigh for about 10 minutes on her birthday!! I love that. 
I love how much she loves my daughter! She was there for Finn's & my first outing alone (my first time driving in 15 weeks or so!), for her first girl's night, Finn's first public blow out... ;) 

She has so many special people & kids in her life. She is YaYa, Aunt Lu, Auntie Lu, LuLu and so many other names to so many special kids!! 
None, however, compares to her new love...her first nephew, William. 
What a lucky little guy!!! She got to meet him for the first time last weekend & she came back (from DC) just beaming!! 
Lauren works with the teen ministry at her church (Watermark) & I know is a blessing to the high school girls in her group. She gets a lot of joy from working with them & I know she is a blessing to them!! 
I love & so respect how involved she is in her church! At a large church, like Watermark, it's easy to "blend in" and punch your card...but that's not what Lauren is about. She is involved in the ministry team, with the teen girls, with her small group, and countless other things that the church has to offer. 
Lauren LOVES Colorado and I am forever jealous of the time that she spends there...especially on the slopes!! 
She is an AVID sports fan!! She is forever getting alerts on her phone from ESPN. She spends many Saturdays cheering on her teams...Ahem, team...with a group of friends. Or alone. Either way, she screams and cheers! This girls loves her sports...always has apparently! ;) 

She has spent her last few birthdays in Honduras on mission trips building houses: 
Lauren is full of life, loves people, and loves The Lord. What more could anyone want, right?!? Well, there is so much more to get to know...but those three things are more important! There are so many things that I love and respect about Lauren...too many to list. 
Lauren loves Texas more than anyone I've ever met. She is "that Texan" but with an even extra dose of Texas pride thrown in. Ha! I love her in spite of it...we did take her back to West Monroe for a weekend and she admitted that she enjoyed it a lot more than she thought she would. Ha!  That was big, folks! 

(I do applaud her for keeping calm & staying composed when Jase Robertson sat behind us at church...I knew she was dying on the inside, but she kept a calm exterior through the whole thing! When we got in the car she may have needed a moment to compose herself. Ha!) Just another Sunday at WFR! Ha!!)   ;) 
Yes, David and Lauren have met...and no, I don't know why they are both still single...
I DO know that The Lord has an AMAZING plan (for both of them (and Steph...lots of good singles to choose from in that last pic!!)) and that his ways are perfect!!!!! I'm ready to see what her "immeasurably more" is going to look like. Figuratively and literally.   :) 

SO...if you are reading this and have the perfect guy for Lauren (or ARE the perfect guy for Lauren). PLEASE leave a comment w/ contact info. I'm excited to see God do amazing things for Lauren & her future. She's going to be the most amazing wife & mom one day. 

Make it soon, Lord! 
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And one last pic...just for Laure/Auntie Lu:




(Come back later today and I'll have links working)

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Christmas Card 2013

I'm so excited to be joining Faith's Christmas Card Carousel!! 

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We have spent many years waiting to be able to join in the fun of sending Christmas cards w/ family pics on them. This year turned out a little crazy, though! 

We were supposed to have Finn's 6-month pics made the week before Thanksgiving. I had her outfits picked & we were ready. Mother Nature was not on our side, though, and it was in the 30s the day of the shoot (Northern friends, hush your mouths!), so it was rescheduled. And rescheduled. The weather here just seems to go crazy on days that we schedule pictures! Ha! 

We JUST had these pics done this past Sunday. As in 3 days ago. I proofed he card on Monday & the photographer assures me that I will have them tomorrow! SO...I'm not linking to this blog, yet, and if you so happen to be reading, please enjoy the sneak peek!! Tomorrow we also finish her 6 month pics. We didn't have time to do them all on Sunday, so we focused on family shots and Christmas card shots. 

I LABORED over picking a design and obsessed  about it for a few days. I had in my mind what I wanted, I just kept coming across other cute ones. FINALLY I came back to this one. I realized that I could only send this particular design THIS year & the rest would still work on the years to come. I can always make a card that says "joy" or "merry and bright" but I also didn't want it to say "babies first Christmas" as we have a lot of that going on right now. I found this one, made a few tweaks and I am officially IN LOVE and OBSESSED with how they turned out. SO, blog world and imaginary friends...Merry Christmas to you all & I pray blessing on your New Year. 

Here is your official "virtual" card--to your family from ours: 



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