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Saturday, November 16, 2013

World in Crisis. 760,000 Dead. #borntoosoon #worldprematurityday

This post is long, but I ask that you continue reading to the end. I promise I'm not asking you to buy or donate anything. Just read.  

Nine years ago, my family tumbled headfirst into prematurity. My little sister, known around here as the Keeper of Cheerios, went into labor with her first son when she was only twenty-nine weeks pregnant. That's a full 11 weeks (nearly 3 months) before he should have made his debut into the world. Kaia was born weighing a little over 3 pounds, and spent a miraculous 3 weeks in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) before he was strong enough to leave the hospital.


A few months later, the Keeper got pregnant again. The doctors assured her there was little chance of a repeat premature birth... but they were wrong. At five months, she started bleeding. She looked nine months pregnant with twins. At twenty-seven weeks, she went into labor. Aloshua was born twelve hours later, also a little over three pounds. Unlike his brother, Losh didn't breeze through being a preemie. We spent over three months in the NICU with Losh while he struggled daily. At a year old, he'd undergone numerous surgeries, weighed 12 pounds, required a ventilator 24/7, was tube fed, needed a catheter every 3 hours to help him pee, couldn't hold his head up, sit up, get up on his hands or knees or do any of those little things that all parents celebrate. For eight years, Losh has struggled with the simplest of tasks and setback after setback.


When Losh was three, his mom had a surprise pregnancy. This time, a little sister for the boys. Most parents-to-be celebrate the weeks by counting down how many more they have to go. Not the Keeper. Each week, she took stock of what her baby's survival rate would be if she went into labor. At twenty-three weeks, the Keeper knew her baby had a 17% chance of survival if born. At twenty-four weeks, there was a 25% chance of survival. At twenty-five weeks, with only a 50% survival rate, she went into labor. She remained in the hospital for over a week, scared to moved too much for fear doing so would make things worse. After a week and a half, the doctors had no choice but to do an emergency c-section to deliver the Little Princess (aka Abby), who hadd gone into distress in a dry womb. Abby was born on the last day of March at 1 pound... She was the size of a cellphone. Her daddy could fit her into the palm of his hand. Like Losh, she spent months in NICU, struggling through setbacks.

At nine, eight, and five years later... all three of these amazing little kids continue to struggle because of their early births.
 
Kaia, the eldest, has Tourettes Syndrome... some days his physical tics are so bad, he's unable to complete therapy for a learning disability common in children born prematurely. He has impulse control problems, and is hyperactive. He's small for his age, and he has speech and occupational therapy three days a week. He's able to do math that, at twenty-nine, I still can't do. He knows how to beat every video game you put in front of him. He loves making instructional YouTube videos and doing parkour. Like me, he's scared of everything. He's also the most compassionate and big-hearted nine year old you'll ever meet. His brother and sister drive him crazy, but he takes his role as their protector seriously. No one touches Losh during cold or flu season without a pointed reminder from Kaia that they need to wash their hands first. He's wickedly funny, and will make you cry laughing at some of the off the wall comments he blurts.


Losh, the middle, is wheelchair bound, has a trach, a feeding tube, has undergone twenty-three surgeries, and was on a ventilator until he was seven years old. We've almost lost him numerous times. He has a lifetime of surgery still ahead of him. He's incredibly smart, but he's developmentally delayed. He can't read or do basic math. He may never potty train. He can't walk. He didn't learn to talk until he was five... or tell his mom that he loved her until he was six. At eight years old, he weighs only 38 pounds. He gets four to five thousand calories a day... that's two to three times what the average adult requires. He spent nearly three entire years in the hospital, often spending weeks and months at a time unable to go home. When he did come home, his room was an intensive care unit, complete with an around the clock nursing staff. He has his own restaurant at home... He charges a fortune for invisible food served on paper plates his Papa gets suckered into buying for him on a weekly basis. He loves doing things for other people. He fundraises for the hospital, collects PopTabs for the Ronald McDonald House, and holds lemonade stands for Alex's Lemonade Stand Foundation every year. His smile touches hearts, and his laugh absolutely melts them. There is nothing this little boy can't figure out... including how to win friends as soon as he rolls into a room. He's always happy. He loves doing crafts. His best friend is Ronald McDonald (who Losh lovingly calls Arnold). Ronald takes that relationship quite seriously and always makes a point to hang out with Losh whenever he's in town.

Abby, the youngest, has terrible vision and a speech impediment. Unless you spend significant amounts of time around her, you probably won't understand half of what she says. Her vocabulary is extensive... frightfully so... but the ability to spit those words out coherently just isn't there. Her hands, feet, arms, and legs are riddled with scars from her time in the NICU. We don't yet know the extent of what challenges she will face as she continues to grow. She struggles with impulse control. She's painfully shy, but will sing her heart out. She adores going on shopping trips with her daddy, hanging out with my husband, or having Princess Days with me. She's a total diva. Ever since she was a baby, she'd also made some of the most hysterical facial expressions you will ever see. She learned to roll her eyes before she learned to sit up. She refuses to believe that Losh is her big brother because he's smaller than she is. He is also her best friend, and they've always fought like crazy. Their first day home together, they had a hair pulling fest that took two adults to end. But just try to get on to one of them with the other in the room. They'll both cry, or try to beat you up.

These are the miracle children who have forever changed the way my family views pregnancy, infancy, and childhood. They aren't just fighters, they are survivors. And no one knows why they were forced to endure so much trauma months before they should have ever been born.


There are millions of children just like them. This year, over thirteen million children will be born prematurely, and in most instances, no one will ever know why it happened. Thirteen million children will suffer lifelong challenges like Losh's serious medical complications, and Kaia's learning disabilities for reasons the world hasn't quite figured out. Over 500,000 of those births will occur in the United States.

Globally, one million preemies will not survive their first year.

Take a moment to think about that. 

ONE MILLION babies will never grow up, just because they were born too soon.

One million families will never get to see the people their babies could become. They'll never get to see expressions like Abby's, smiles like Losh's, or compassion like Kaia's. One million families will bury a newborn this year.

The enormity of that is overwhelming. Too overwhelming to comprehend.

Today, World Prematurity Day, is about honoring those children. And about celebrating the millions like Kaia, Losh, and Abby that survived. It's about taking five minutes out of your day to truly think about the impact of prematurity and pass it on.

And that impact is daunting.
  • 1 in 10 babies born prematurely are at risk for a life-long disability such as lung disease. Other health challenges faced by premature infants include: low birth weight, underdeveloped organs, breathing issues.
  • Premature infants are also at greater risk for life threatening infections, respiratory distress syndrome, cerebral palsy, learning disabilities and developmental delays and disabilities.
  • In the United States, care of an average preterm infant is $49,000 for the first year. In relation, the cost of care for a full term infant is only $4,551. For full term infants with health complications, the average cost of care for the first year is $10,273. In 2003, the United States alone spent over $10 billion for prematurity associated health costs.
  • For a premature infant with health complications such as lung disease, the average lifetime cost of health care is over $1 million.
And those are only some of the consequences of prematurity.
 
But prematurity isn't hopeless. Over seventy-five percent of the preemies who die each year could be saved.
 
Think about that for a minute, too. 760,000 babies die needlessly each year.

You don't have to buy anything, sell anything, donate to anything, or even sign up for anything to help stop that. All you have to do is make a pledge to yourself to learn more about prematurity and the preemies in your life (and trust me, there are preemies in your life... just ask on Facebook or Twitter which of your friends or family members have or were a preemie. You'll be surprised.) and pass on what you learn to others. Educate yourself about the devastating consequences of preterm birth, and pass on what you learn to others.
 
 
 
And at some point, when the opportunity arises, take one more small step by getting involved. Whether that's by walking for the March of Dimes in the March for Babies, urging your Congressmen to pass legislation aimed at protecting infant health, sending spare toiletries to a Ronald McDonald House, donuts to a NICU waiting room, putting local NICU families on your prayer list at church, tossing a few coins into a donation box, sending Christmas cards to a NICU in your area, or something else entirely.... make a promise to yourself to get involved by doing something to help solve the problem and ease the burden of families the world over.

The opportunities for you to make a difference are limitless, and I promise you that you will never once regret the time you spend offering comfort to a family in an unimaginable crisis. Whatever you decide to do will have a lasting impact, and might just be the push needed to end this crisis once and for all.

760,000 babies.

Just think about it.

To learn more about Prematurity and World Prematurity Day, please visit the March of Dimes and #worldprematurityday on Twitter.
 

All my love,
Ayden
 

FALLThe Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is now available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and KOBO. FADE - The Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is available at: Amazon US | UK | DE | FR | IT | ES | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | Books-a-Million. Ten percent of sales of FALL are donated to the Spina Bifida Association through April, 2014.

 

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Book Signing Report and Gallery

Hello, lovelies!

I've officially survived my first signing, and I have to say it was a blast! My mom, sister, and the kiddos came up on Friday night to help me prepare. And by prepare, I mean my sister and I spent all evening Friday trying to figure out how the hell to get my hair to hold a curl.

Our attempts were a resounding failure despite the combined advice of our Facebook lovelies, so we quite for the night and got everything together for Saturday.

Saturday morning, while sis ran to McDonald's to get breakfast, I attempted to curl my hair again. Instead, I burned my forehead. And I don't mean a little burn. I mean I have a massive red mark/blister on my dang forehead. Noooooo!

Not a good way to start Book Signing Saturday!

But whatever. We all knew I'd manage to do something to make myself look all crazy. It's what I do. Sis and I promptly gave up on curling my hair, and wrangled the family to get them ready so we could run a couple errands before we headed to Starbucks.

When we got there, they had the conference table reserved for us. I have to stop here to say that the staff at Starbucks was wonderful. They were very helpful, and they plied me with so much hot chocolate, I thought I'd float away before the afternoon ended!

We spent the remainder of the afternoon chatting, signing folks up to win one of the two FALL swagbags (aka swagbaskets see below), signing all the things, and having a merry old time. My sweet nephew, Aloshua, informed us prior to leaving that he was going to be my assistant for the day. He kept his word and sat right beside me, handing me various things to sign, drink, and otherwise being the coolest, sweetest little boy on the planet.

We had a great time, and are looking forward to the next signing. :)

Thanks so much for everyone who dropped by!

If you did not get to attend and would like me to autograph a copy of FADE or FALL for you, please email me, and we can set that up. I also have bookmarks and pretty cover photos I can sign and send on to you.

Check out some of the photos from the day below.



Our table

My assistant


His mommy. AKA: My other asssitant.


Some of my visitors

Swag bags!
 

My unassisting assitants

First autograph of the day!

Book signing!

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Falling for FALL

 

xoxo,
Ayden
 
FALLThe Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is now available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and KOBO. FADE - The Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is available at: Amazon US | UK | DE | FR | IT | ES | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | Books-a-Million

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Book Signings, Haunted Houses, and NaNo, Oh my!

*waves madly*

Hello, lovelies! We're almost through the first week of NaNo and I think I'm on track to finish. Notice I said I think. I'm too lazy to look it up and see if I'm on schedule or not. But I think I am, so I'm cool with my choice to continue being lazy instead of confirming. It's Wednesday, sue me.

My first book signing is this Saturday. I'm crazy nervous, and oh so excited. I get to sip hot chocolate  and chit chat with my favorite people (you guys!) for 2 hours. I can totally do that. If you're in the Little Rock area, swing by. I'll be at Starbucks on University Avenue (behind IHOP, across from the mall) from 2-4 with books, bookmarks, and pretty pictures I can sign for you. You can also enter to win one of two fabulous Fall swag bags (technically, they're baskets, but swag bag flows so much better than swag bucket) the day of the event. If you aren't there when the winner is announced, no worries. I will hunt you down! Mwahahaha. Kidding. Kinda. You'd make my job easier and less stalkery sounding if you'd be so kind as to leave an email address, phone number, or carrier pigeon landing station location so I can contact you if you win. :)

The husband continues to improve. He's back at work (finally!) and driving everyone else insane. Which worked out great with NaNo and all. But we're not telling him I said that, mmkay?

I've been forced into wearing a stupid splint at night. Which, I guess, is what happens when you quit physical therapy after dislocating a hip. Who knew? Seriously though... with SS in such bad shape, I didn't have time to go to physical therapy. I'm paying for it now. This splint is the freaking devil. Boo. Hiss.

The Keeper and the kiddos came down last weekend so we could go to the Old Mill for pictures. Despite the sun doing its absolute best to ruin every single shot, we got some great pictures. Before we did that though, we took the kids to a haunted house.

Before you lynch me, let me just say that my sister's kids are fearless. Except for Kai. He's my little partner because, like me, he's scared of everything. Even things normal people wouldn't think to be scared about. I'm sure spending so much time with me has caused him to catch my neurotic tendencies. Those things are contagious!

But anyway. He was all, "Haunted house? Psh. I got this." so we went. Let me just say... he did not "got this". He freaked. Little Princess screamed like a crazy person. Losh, naturally, thought the whole thing was hysterical, particularly the parts where his brother and sister screamed (aka the entire way through). The loud horn bugged him until one of the ghost guys walked up and let him push the button that operated the horn. After that, he had the best night ever.

It was the most bizarre trip through a Haunted House ever. The ghosts all wanted to talk to us! And by us, I mean Losh. Because we're not nearly as awesome as he is. Obviously.

Anyway, we survived, and Kai promptly swore off ever going to another haunted house EVER again. Abby hated everything about it. And the Keeper, SS, Losh, and I laughed a lot harder than we probably should have at their expense. Abby and Kai eventually forgave us, and fun memories were made by all.

I've spent the rest of the month dutifully editing Ravished and writing FLAME. I'm happy with my progress thus far. I've been informed that working on both is cheating, but considering Ravished is 150k and FLAME will likely end up at about 95-100k... I don't feel too guilty. The point is to blow off real life and write 50k words in a month, right?

Right.

I hope NaNo is breezing by for those of you participating. And if not, don't give up just yet. You still have all sorts of time to get to that 50k, or as close as you can. The real fun is the journey!

xoxo,
Ayden




FALLThe Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is now available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and KOBO. FADE - The Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is available at: Amazon US | UK | DE | FR | IT | ES | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | Books-a-Million

Monday, November 4, 2013

Myth or Monster Monday: The Tragic Stupidity of Icarus

It's Monday again. Dammit. But, I have another myth for you! This is one of my all-time favorites. The story of Icarus.


Artist: elmohead
Daedalus, a brilliant craftsman, was hired by Minos, the King of Crete, the complete the Labyrinth to contain the Minotaur. But when Theseus, whom the king despised, came to slay the monster, Daedalus assisted him by giving the King's daughter, Ariadne, a ball of string to pass along to the hero. As a result of this assistance, Theseus was able to kill the Minotaur, and then fled Crete with Ariadne. Naturally, King Minos wasn't particularly amused by this, so he punished Daedalus by imprisoning him and his son, Icarus, in the Labyrinth.
Daedalus knew that, even if they escaped their prison, there was no way they would be able to flee the island, as King Minos controlled all sea and land routes, and wasn't about to be fooled a second time. So Daedalus constructed two pairs of wings for himself and Icarus. Being that they were prisoners, there wasn't a plethora of construction materials to choose from, so the wings were made from wax and feathers.

Before leaving Crete, Daedalus warned Icarus not to fly too close to land or sea, as doing so would destroy the wings. Icarus agreed to follow the path his father took, but once he was up in the air, he was overcome with happiness of flying, and soared across the sky in glee. Unfortunately, Icarus didn't pay attention to where he flew, and came too close to the sun.

The wax of his wings melted instantly and the feathers burned. Poor Icarus tried to keep flapping, but to no avail. He plummeted from the sky into the sea, where he drowned. In remembrance of Icarus and his ill advised flight, the area where he drowned is now known as the Icarian Sea.

To me, one of the most interestings part of this myth isn't the story itself, but rather how popular it is. Virtually everyone has heard the cautionary tale of Icarus, and yet, the myth itself was insignificant. So insignificant in fact, that it was often allude to in various literary pieces to come from Greece, but rarely recorded in full until Ovid.

That said, I absolutely love the story of Icarus. When I heard it as a kid, I loathed Icarus because he was so foolish with his wings when I didn't have any at all! Now that I'm a bit older, I think it's such a simple and tragic story. To go from being on top of the world (literally and emotionally) to your death in such a short amount of time just because you're so overcome with joy you forget yourself? Well, that has to suck.

Poor Icarus.

I don't know if Jason Walker set out to capture that emotional aspect of the myth in his song, Down, but I think he did an excellent job of doing just that. I absolutely love this song. Listen below.

 

 
What do you guys think about Icarus? Tragedy or stupidity?

xoxo,
Ayden


FALLThe Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is now available in ebook and print at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and KOBO. FADE - The Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is available at: Amazon US | UK | DE | FR | IT | ES | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | Books-a-Million

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Teaser Tuesday: Burning Rain #flashfiction

Happy Tuesday, lovelies.

This isn't a teaser so much as a little writing exercise. When words won't flow, I find a photograph, usually on Tumblr, that speaks to me, and try to capture the image in words. This is one of those attempts.

It's a little steamy, but hey, I never promised G ratings around here!  Enjoy. :)



Water falls in thick drops, sliding off his skin and onto mine. It's cool where it lands, like little spots of relief on overheated skin, but I barely feel it. Blades of winter roughened bark scrape at my back, but I don't feel those either. All I feel is him surrounding me… and he is everywhere.

My heart races beneath the tips of his fingers, pounding out a chorus of yeses as his hands slide down my sides. He hasn't even kissed me yet, and I'm in heaven. Overwhelmed by him… his touch, his scent, the hitch of his breath.

I'm burning everywhere. Not even the rain pouring down around us eases the intense ache I feel.

His hair drips in my face, and he sighs. The sound is reverent, worshipful… full of relief and need in turns.

Please, I beg, needing him in ways I can't even begin to describe.

He doesn't disappoint.

He dips his head, lapping a bead of water from my collarbone. My back arches, pushing me closer to him. Drops of water steam where he presses kisses into my throat. My heart thumps wildly against his fingertips one final time before he slides them downward, exploring my damp skin, driving me crazy.

My legs tremble beneath me. Each time his hands slip lowers, another soft gasp whispers from my lips. Every flick of his tongue drives my pulse rate higher. I can't wait any longer and he knows it.

He grasps my sides, pulling me up, twining my legs around his hips.

I cry out as his mouth descends on mine, his tongue dipping inside.

Pleasure rushes over me, spirals through me. I feel the water this time… inside, outside… everywhere.

Just like he said I would.
 
 
xoxo,
Ayden
 
Sorry for the stupid formatting. I still don't know how to fix Blogger when it does this. Grr.

FALLThe Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is now available at Amazon | Barnes and Noble | KOBO. FADE - The Ragnarök Prophesies: Book Two is available at: Amazon US | UK | DE | FR | IT | ES | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | Books-a-Million