River Jam Session

River LOVES music. He especially loves when Joseph plays the drum for him...its almost like electricity gets built up in his body and he just wants to explode! The videos are a little long (around 3min), I made them for my parents but decided to share them on here as well. Tommy and Joseph played music for River last night and he was in heaven. He does this funny thing where he opens and shuts his mouth to the beat...its like its his way of contributing to the jam session. Haha. We were getting a kick out of it. Anyway, hope you enjoy. The videos can be accessed by the three links below. Love you all!

River Jam Session I

River Jam Session II

River Jam Session III

5 month picture update!

Thankful

So much to be thankful for. River has been such a gift from God in the midst of this holiday season. It doesn't seem to matter how much time has passed, I still feel the absence of Sarah a bit stronger during the holidays. At times, it feels like our family is missing something - someone. I load up the car with River and have a feeling of absence, knowing his big sister isn't crawling into the car with us. There's a family we know at church who gave birth to their daughter a few days before I gave birth to Sarah. She's walking and talking...always dressed in cute little dresses with her hair in blonde pigtails...a constant reminder to my heart of how big Sarah would be if she hadn't died. Sarah and River would have had so much fun together.

I can't help but overflow with joy when I look at River. He's constantly laughing and smiling, filling our house with the sounds that I so longed for these last so many months. Our house never felt more quiet after losing Sarah. The silence was intensely painful. In the same way, River's joy has been intensely beautiful. He has seriously been such a river in the desert...a source of life and laughter. Joy is so healing. His love is so pure and real.

I was reminded over Thanksgiving just how vulnerable and precious our lives are. Losing Sarah has allowed Joseph and I a place of such gratitude in our hearts...the little guy could be crying at his absolute worst and I still well up with gratitude. I just can't take him for granted...I can't. I waited and fought and cried and experienced such loss....he is a gift that I get to open and re-open every single day of his life. What a beautiful thing life is.

How precious our lives are.

How thankful I am for my family.

How thankful I am for the gift of life and gratitude.

Breathing scare, flu and teething....oh my!

Okay. I promised to write on here sooner, but once again time has slipped by. Joseph happens to be at work and River is down for a nap, so I thought I'd get a quick entry in while the house is quiet. Soooo, where to start. It's been quite the month. A few weeks back we had some friends over for dinner and River was fast asleep in his kanoe (click here to see what a kanoe is). Joseph and his friend went out on the front porch to enjoy the stars while my friend and I sat on the couch inside. A few minutes passed and I had a funny feeling in my gut....something told me to check on River. So, I went into the room and touched his cheek...it felt a bit cold. I then put my hand on his stomach to make sure he was breathing okay (I don't know about other Moms out there...but I'm always checking his breathing!). I didn't feel any movement. I figured he was just in a deep sleep and moved to his chest. No movement. I grabbed his hand (which will usually cause him to pull it back or wrap his little fingers around my finger) and it litterally just dropped to his side when I let go. At this point I had the craziest surge of adrenaline. Thoughts started filling my head, assuring me that I had just lost another child. I was thinking SIDS or something. I pulled the blanket back from him, reached in and started to shake (not violent of course) him and yell his name. River. RIVER. RIVER. It felt like an eternity, but after about a minute or so he finally gasped and took in a deep breath. With his eyes still shut, he went back to normal breathing and kept right on with sleeping. OH MY GOSH. I can't tell you how terrifying this was. All my fears (after losing Sarah) were alive and raw, reminding me of how fragile life really is. We haven't taken a single day with River for granted....most days I don't think anything of it, but every once in a while I have this horrible feeling like we're not going to be able to keep him for long. Like God must have plans to take this child away as well. I know it sounds terrible, but that's how I feel. So all of those emotions came welling up and I burst into tears after leaving the room. Ahhhhh, I can't lose another child. I think my heart would implode.

I called his pediatrician the next morning and he told us it was time to move him out of the kanoe and into his crib (with a flat/hard mattress). Sooooo, down with the kanoe and up with the crib. We had figured we'd put him in a crib later on when he was older...but for now he was LOVING his kanoe. I guess the doc said that sleep apnea can happen with babies if they don't have enough space to stretch out...so we no longer swaddle or tuck him in...its just him and his cute little dinasour pjs. Of course we put a blanket over him, but nothing tight. Ahhhh. So glad that's over.

Then this last week our poor little guy got the flu (NOT H1N1 thankfully). My mom called on Friday to tell me our little 6month old niece in CO got H1N1. The poor little thing has been throwing up and coughing up a storm. Literally hours later, River came down with a 103` temperature and was super sick. By Tuesday of this week he was finally feeling more himself - smiling and laughing again - but for a few long days, he was miserable. I admit. I cried right along with him a few times. I felt so helpless! This was probably the first of many tears I'll cry over not being able to help him in certain situations....but it was hard. Other Moms, you know what I'm talking about. I kept thinking about my mom who had to mother my older brother through a dozen surgeries growing up (hydrocephalus). I can't even watch the poor guy suffer through the flu, can't imagine watching him go under the knife. Ugh. I also kept thinking about moms in developing nations who can't just drive down the street to buy some Tylenol to knock out the fever. Moms who have to watch their children die in their arms because they don't have medical care or food. My heart breaks for those moms....more like aches. Sigh.

On a lighter note....River has started the wonderful world of teething! I don't think teeth will actually pop through anytime soon, but the process has begun! We change shirts often and enjoy drool baths throughout the day as he slobbers and spits and chews on everything and anything. We're loving it. He's just so darn cute. The camera has been dead for a while and we couldn't find the charger anywhere...but thankfully we found it today, so after charging up tonight I'll start getting more pictures! Not that you've been missing them or anything...but I'm wanting to share my handsome son with you!!

Being River's Mom has been an absolute delight. He's so much fun. So full of joy and laughter. I can't help but feel thankful. Tonight as I was rocking him to sleep I had a flashback of the hospital room that night I gave birth to Sarah. I saw me holding her, just as I was holding River....only her little body was lifeless. I couldn't remember what she felt like. I couldn't remember how heavy she was or how her little hand felt in mine. I don't want to forget. I can't forget. I asked God to remind me. I hear stories of other women who have lost children and God giving them dreams or pictures of their child. I would love to see Sarah in my dreams....someday.

Okay. Until next time.

Overdue Update!

Jaya (River's buddy - 3 days apart) and River

River meeting his "cousins" (Joseph's sister's horses)

Joseph and River at the Golden Gate Bridge

Mr. Blue Eyes

Happy baby

River loves his dad

I can't believe how long its been since I've updated this thing. I have so many stories to tell. Tears I've cried. Laughter. Some scary moments....but I'm exhausted right now and don't have the energy to type. But I promise to update soon...I really miss writing on here, its been such a refuge and place of processing. So for now, here are a bunch of recent pictures. River and his buddy Jaya (Jaya's mom Bobbi and I were pregnant together and gave birth 3 days apart...its been so fun watching them grow together!) Also, we took a trip up north to visit Joseph's family...so a few pictures from that trip too. Hope you all are well. I miss being on here....more to come soon!!

Fall has officially arrived

Fall has officially arrived. I realized this morning that I've been living in a constant winter since we found out about Sarah. This January it will have been 2 years since we stepped into the doctor's office and heard the diagnosis of death for our child. Seasons have come and gone and my senses have only picked up on the cold, damp tears of winter. 2 years of winter.

But this morning...this morning I woke up and smelled fall in the air. My skin experienced the cold northern winds and my heart moved forward. This isn't to say that I haven't walked through some healing, experienced joy and laughter and felt the warmth of the sun. I have lived and enjoyed life, but to be honest...I literally didn't notice a change in seasons. It all felt and looked the same to me. But this morning, the seasons have come alive again and I am no longer wrapped up in my winter coat.

I've come so far in this journey of healing...thank God for a change in the weather of my heart. I can hear a song of passion starting to flow through my blood again...warming my heart and steadying my soul.

Oh to feel again....welcome fall, I've missed you.

Not moving on

A friend sent this to me today and I was really touched. I can only hope that 60 years from now I'm still talking about Sarah...thanks Nathalie for thinking of us. You've been an amazing support through all of this!

Here's the post:

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Don't Move On

When you're grieving, well-intended people sometimes say, "It's time to move on." And if you get stuck in the early phase of grief where every single thing you do -- eat, sleep, dress, talk -- relates directly to your loss, people might say behind your back, "She really needs to move on."

The very notion of moving on has made me fear I'm grieving incorrectly -- I'm stuck, depressed, or insane. But today, six years since my triplets died, I can finally say with confidence that I'm not moving on. When an intimate dies, it's up to you to respond in your own way. If you need to move on, maybe because the person or their dysfunction tormented you, then you're finally free to enjoy this world without them. But if you weren't ready for them to leave, then you can keep them close.

Theologian William Spencer writes in this month's Christians for Biblical Equality newsletter about his mother. As her Alzheimer's progressed, a physician asked her how many children she had, as a memory test. She added one to the usual number, but it wasn't due to memory loss. Bill learned she had a stillborn baby, and never spoke of the baby even to its siblings. Another friend of mine said that, as her mother was dying, she spoke most often of her baby who had died sixty years earlier. She was eager to finally get to hold that baby.

You don't have to move on; you can move with. As I'm sure many of you do, I have a small collection of dearly departed friends and family who move with me in this life. They each offer something different to me - hope, love, courage, and joy. May they rest, and may we move, in peace.

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A river of joy...

Here's a video of a happy River this morning :) Just ignore the proud Mom and her silly "baby talk" in the background! Enjoy...

Can I keep him forever....please?

It has been exceptionally hot here in Santa Barbara the last several days...and like most homes here, we don't have air conditioning. So, that means a naked little baby most days...he's a lot like his mom and dad - he doesn't like heat! Joseph hasn't been sleeping well (he hears River and I up every 2hrs), so he got run down and sick this last week...River wasn't feeling the best either (it finally hit me today, bummer). All that to say, the last few days he's been especially "needy". He doesn't like to be put down, prefers to be held during naps (whew, working the arms for sure!) Yesterday we had to drive up to San Luis Obispo to pick up a part for our VW and he required one of us holding his hand on and off during the drive or else he'd fuss.

All this may seem like a bit much...or like I'd be overwhelmed with him needing to be touched all the time the last couple days...but to be perfectly honest, I'm in heaven. The fact that I'm a mom who has a son who even needs me in the first place, is absolutely beautiful. Overall he has been such an easy and pleasant baby...totally entertains himself, full of smiles and laughs. He actually likes the car seat because he knows we're going somewhere (or getting in the stroller, he LOVES being outside!) He fits his name well...he likes to be on the move!

My heart sinks when I even entertain the thought that he isn't forever...none of us are. We live in a broken world full of broken people and this means bad stuff happens. We've already experienced it first hand with the death of Sarah. I never would have dreamed I'd be standing graveside burying my first born child. Never. Yet it happened. Despite all the prayers. It happened. That experience was a sort of "loss of my innocence". I know now not to expect the perfect outcomes...its okay to hope and dream - but there are never guarantees in life. River growing old with us is not something I can count on...and so these days are beautiful.

The smell of his skin. The weight of his sweet little 2 month old body sleeping in our arms. His noises, laughs and smiles. The way his hair stands up in front. His little hands and how they collect lint like it was their job. His beautiful blue eyes. Watching his chest rise and fall as he breathes...

These days truly are beautiful. After losing Sarah, there's not a single thing I take for granted with my sweet boy. I know not to count on "forever", so today is what I'm thankful for. I'm thankful to have a son who is healthy and growing. A son whose personality is already showing itself - we can't wait for the days ahead! I'm thankful for my husband, the love of my life and my best friend. The man who stuck by my side through a really dark season. The father of my son (and daughter).

Today is a new day...and today I'm thankful. Because tomorrow isn't guaranteed. Life is a journey and we never quite know what's around the corner. Rather than living in fear of losing what I have and love - I want to live each day in thankfulness and joy. I want to look back at these early days of River's life and remember just how sweet life is...no need to complain about losing sleep. Dirty diapers. A needy son. I'm simply thankful.

Growing like a weed - only cuter :)

Our little River is growing like a weed, only cuter :) We had our 1 month check-up yesterday and I was in shock when the measurements were read! She also told me that River is acting more like a 2 month old than a 1 month old in terms of eye movement, strength, talking and all around development. Forget being the President or playing for the NFL, that did it for me! One proud Mom :) I know you probably don't care all that much, but for people like my mom I figure its worth writing about - here are the measurements from yesterday:

1 week check-up: 20 inches long & 6lbs 8oz
1 month check-up: 23 inches long & 9lbs 9oz

If that's not growing like a weed, I don't know what is!! 3 inches and 3lbs 1oz...I was so impressed by my little man that I took the time to try a spoonful of my milk last night (I know, probably something you also don't really care to hear)...it seriously tasted like sugar filled cream...all that was missing was the coffee. No wonder the little guy wants to eat all the time! How nice to be a baby :)

I had no idea what a gift it would be to actually have River in my arms. I've mentioned it before, but to see Sarah in him makes it that much better. It's also been so nice having people comment on how cute he is or how peaceful he is (they don't see him getting his diaper changed some days!) - but without fail comes the dreaded question, "Is he your first?" The scenario from there is the same every time (some responses vary, but mostly the same):

Me: No, he's not our first.
Curious bystander: Oh! How old is your first?
Me: Actually, we had a little girl and she died a year ago April.
Curious bystander: (with the 'Dang I feel like a fool, why did I ask that stupid question' look on their face) Oh, I'm so sorry.
Me: Thanks. We wouldn't trade her or the experience for anything in the world.
Curious bystander: Ok, have a great day (as they walk away awkwardly)

I find myself immediately in conversation with Sarah as I walk away from these encounters - "You were/are worth it! We wouldn't trade you for anything Sarah...we just wish you were here."

Such is life...I can't wait until River is old enough to understand all of this. I can't even fathom the joy my heart will get hearing his sister's name come out of his little mouth. Family will take on a whole new meaning :)

Send us rain

A friend's blog reminded me of a song that has kept me going in some of the most difficult times, thought I'd share the link. Thanks Doris, for the reminder :)

Little Olives

1 month old & trip to CO

Fairplay, CO flyfishing with River in tow :)

He's smiling!

Flyfishing with my son :)

He's growing! 8lbs 6ounces and 23inches long now :)

Bath time

Big Thompson River for my little sister's wedding :)

Handsome father and son at the dress rehersal :)

Sorry its been a while since the last post. Those of you who have ever had a newborn can probably guess why :) Not as much time on your hands as before! We just got back last night from 10 days in Colorado visiting my family, fly fishing and attending my little sister's much anticipated wedding!! We had a blast! It was so much fun to show River off to all the family and friend's who have been such a support through the last couple years. People who have been praying for us so faithfully with all that happened with Sarah...it felt like he was a promise fulfilled in their lives just as much as in ours.

We also spent about a week on the river doing some fly fishing, a family favorite. River caught his first fish...well, he was in a sling as we caught the fish, but hey...it still counts! It was so healing and relaxing to be deep in the mountains with nothing but the sound of the river for miles around. Nothing like it.

River has been going through a bit of a growth spurt as well. He's outgrowing clothes like nobody's business and he's also nice and fussy at night, which leads to LONG nights for me and a quick move to the couch for his daddy. Joseph needs sleep for work everyday, so I've been up most of the night with him as he tries to decide whether he wants to cry or sleep or eat some more...its been draining, but totally worth it. He's started smiling a lot more and also laughing in his sleep, which has to be the best thing I've ever seen or heard! I see Sarah in him more and more - whether in his physical features or in his personality - I love that he has a big sister :)

Okay, he's waking up from a nap so I should get going...but wanted to post so you don't think we've fallen off the face of the earth! More to come soon!!

2 weeks of thankfulness...

Napping in the CA heat :)

Love the swaddle...

Crashed out

Warming up after his first bath :)

Morning time with Daddy

Well, its been 2 weeks since River was born and we find ourselves falling more and more in love each day. It's been such an overwhelming experience with this little guy - I can't help but feel like God has really out done Himself on this one. We were thankful to simply have a healthy, living son...but God's grace has seriously washed over us in such crazy amounts these last 2 weeks with our little River boy...he's more than we ever could have asked for. We find ourselves crying multiple times a day - only this time not out of mourning and sadness, but from a place of gratitude and joy. I'll be feeding River and the next thing I know, I'm weeping out of thankfulness. Can this be real? Do we really get to keep him? It feels too good to be true.

River has been an exceptionally sweet baby (I know, I'm the Mom and SUPER biased.) Joseph has been sleeping through the nights starting the 2 night home. I've been getting on average 5-6hrs a night (although not in a row!) We wake up full of life every morning. Most of the time we have to just sit and stare at him...pinching ourselves and giving each other looks of amazement. This is our son. This is our family. Sarah's little brother is finally here. Our desert has literally been filled with rivers of joy and fountains of life. I keep telling people that I haven't felt this good in years!! It's been quite the journey for us and I'm so thankful to be on this side of it all.

I wanted to share briefly about our birth story, just because it too felt like the hand of God. We had a wonderful doula by the name of Ronda Berea...if any of you live in SB county and are pregnant or thinking about starting a family - we HIGHLY recommend her (email us or leave a comment and we can get you her phone number.) I had been having early labor signs for a good month before River came, so when the contractions started that night, I was in total denial. My parents were in town and staying at a local hotel, so earlier that day I went and spent a good hour or so "floating" in their pool. It felt so good to relax and feel somewhat weightless. Later that afternoon I got a much needed haircut. When your hair dreads only minutes after brushing it, its a good sign its gotten too long. That evening was really mellow too. My parents cooked a great meal and we retired for the night.

Like I said earlier - I was having consistent contractions, but wasn't convinced it was the real deal. Around midnight (Joseph had already been asleep) I had a feeling it may be real labor. The contractions started getting more intense and longer in nature. I let Joseph sleep a bit more and eventually woke him. We called our doula around 1:30am and by that time, the contractions were even more intense. We labored at home until around 4:30am when Ronda suggested we head to the hospital...seeing it was our second birth, things were progressing a bit faster and she didn't want to have to deliver River in the back of our VW bus :) (for the record: Joseph and I wouldn't have been opposed to this option, ha!) When we arrived at the hospital ER, they offered me a wheelchair, which I kindly said no to...I wanted to walk to keep the labor going. After stopping several times throughout the walk up to the second floor (to breathe through contractions), we made our way to the labor and delivery floor. This was one of the hardest moments for me - as I had all kinds of Sarah memories come flooding back. I did everything I could to hold back the tears, as I knew if I let one come out, it would be the end of my focus on labor...grief would have strongly taken over. So I pushed through and made it to our room.

At that point, they checked me and I was 7cm dilated and totally effaced. After the required 20min of being monitored, I got off the bed and labored for 2 more hours with Joseph by my side through every contraction. Around 6:40am my water finally broke and after just under 40minutes of pushing, we had a beautiful River enter our world at 7:14am. So from start to finish it was just over 7hrs of labor. We made it through 100% natural, which in this day and age is tough at the hospital - they push every kind of drug and alternative your way...Joseph had to ask them to not do several things as he knew I wanted to make it through all natural God willing.

So that's the story. It was obviously painful, but overall pretty quick...thankful we were able to spend most of the time laboring at home before the last 2 1/2 hours at the hospital. Maybe next time we'll have the joy of giving birth in the VW :)

Thanks again to everyone who has been praying for us. It's been quite the journey walking with this little man - I can't help but see Sarah in his face...I know his big sister is looking down on him with as much joy as we have. The next season of life has just begun :)

"Gone Heavenly" - A Tribute to Scott and Joan Pearson

One week ago I watched two smiling people, two loving souls, two beaming hearts overflowing with joy come see their grandson for the first time...

Jen had just given birth an hour earlier - River gave a tremendous and beautiful cry as he was halfway into this world! It was a beautiful announcement of life! It was startling and nearly shocking hearing his voice for the first time. I didn't know how to respond really. It was so overwhelming, so primal, and so piercing... like an eagle emerging from it's nest. It was pure. It came from the gut. It gave me goosebumps hearing it! It was a gift to hear his voice finally... how we had longed to hear it.

With Sarah - her arrival was announced with silence, no crying...it was a dead calm of emptiness and quiet. Her voice was not present to us. It was gone. What you could hear was the sobbing of our voices as tears fell from our eyes to her dormant little frame laying vacant in our arms. Sarah just wasn't there. She was gone, "gone heavenly" you could say - and everything was silent. It is still beyond words to describe what it was like. I remember it clearly though. You saw it in everyone as you looked into their eyes. The dark areas in the room beyond the lights were present with it. The hospital in all it's plastics and metals was cold with it. The nurses acted with it. The doctors were distant with it. It was like everything had a shadow on it. Even with God present, death is still loss and still so awful to experience. Jesus encountered it with His friends Mary and Martha, as he was moved to tears at the death of their brother.

But that moment when Sarah was born, there was also two loving souls, two beaming hearts full of compassion attending to the their daughters first born little girl - and attending to us too. Scott and Joan Pearson were there with River just as they were there with Sarah. As they also kissed and held and loved on River for the first time, they did too Sarah. Joan was there through the whole birth with Sarah, holding one of Jen's legs as Sarah's little broken body came to us - incredible! She held Sarah after she was born and cried all over her, tenderly attending to Sarah's limp frame. She was there with us. And as we came home, leaving Sarah behind, Joan was there at the house - making a home for us, making us feel comfortable in anyway she could. Her heart ever so quick to cry with us, bringing us so much comfort. We were so glad both them were with us. They helped us in that important transition from going to the hospital with Sarah to coming home without her. How do you thank someone for that? We are still learning. All through the journey Joan has been there for us, calling daily - and we love her so for doing it. Blessings to you Mom!

I remember distinctively after Sarah was born - Scott holding up Sarah, holding her close to his chest, thanking God for her life and how it had touched him - how it had touched him to the deepest parts of his heart and soul. He wept with thankfulness! It was a stunning moment of immense beauty as a grandfather accepted the fate of his granddaughter with total surrender and thankfulness to God, worshiping the Lord, while lamenting her parting. I saw the face of God that day in Scott. I'll never forget it. His response was costly, it was from a deep place in him formed over many days of crying out to God... but it's beauty to God I felt within myself. I felt how much it pleased God. Scott got what the journey was all about and it formed beauty and life in him. The redemption of Sarah was alive in Scott whether she lived or died. The issue was settled for him, God was to be glorified and the beauty of Sarah's life was going to be celebrated. It was a picture of love overcoming death. It represented for all of us, how we felt about the whole journey with Sarah, "Your will be done Lord. May it be unto us whatever you wish. We know that you're good no matter what happens. Thank you Jesus. Thank you for Sarah!"

Scott and Joan have been there for us and this is our thank you to them in the Sarah Pages. Thank you for being there in all of it. You have given us a priceless gift and we are deeply indebted to you because of it. I know you would say we owe you nothing, but we say we do. You've set an example to follow, a standard to reach towards. I would say you've been a shelter for us in the midst of these storms and you've been the ones lifting the banners up in celebration as River's life unfolded into our arms. Your support and love and giving and thoughtfulness and kindness and words and care and hard work and serving and laughter and joy and tears and cooking and willingness and intentions and many other things have been a severe blessing of immeasureble value!!! We honor you today!!! We honor you! We honor you... I hope you hear this - bless you for all you have done for us - from Sarah Elizabeth to River James. We know what you've done and we are so grateful to you. We are so thankful for you! We are thankful...thank you. Thank you. Thank you. A thousand thank you's!!!!


So when River was born these two beaming, loving souls (Scott and Joan) came in to see his little self (River)... and what I saw made me cry. What I saw was their joy being made complete. That's what it spoke to me. Our joy was made full too! They had believed with us for this miracle and now he was here. To share it with them, these two, that had stood with us through it all and prayed their guts out for us... it was the sweetest gift. It was a shared victory, a shared joy! In a new way we had "gone heavenly." It was family overcoming, enduring through it all, taking hold of the promise! It was just so wonderful! It was tremendous! It was a beautiful song... and we were all singing it! When I went to go tell them to come in... I couldn't speak, all I could do was bury my head in Scott's shoulder... it was just so unreal and so deeply moving. He held me as I gave way to the promise, to the gift from the Father, the gift of River, of family, of Scott and Joan, the gift of love, of everything... it was all around us.

You are a part of this too. You who have been here in this with us, whether near or far away. I feel to say, River belongs to you too! He is our gift from the Father! Thank you again for standing with us, for your notes of encouragement. Be blessed. Maybe you will meet River some day soon... Maybe your "River" will come to you. Don't give up... He is faithful. He will come and will bring forth all that He has promised. If He promises, He will bring it to pass..

And like it is for us now, when your River comes, we might say of you, you've "gone heavenly."

Life just took a beautiful turn...

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