Our Little Marlee Kate

I just wanted to sit down and write. Write down my thoughts and feelings. Write about different things on my heart. Things that our family has been going through the last few months. Some of it may seem jumbled and not make any sense and I know at times it may not be very eloquent but that's ok.  Some of our family and precious friends know what we have been going through and have been so helpful to faithfully pray, offer encouragement, pray over us, bring meals, offer to help with the kids and so on. My heart is full and so very appreciative of everything. We love you all so much!

I mentioned in my last post some of the things we went through last year and how we still had one more major thing to go through for 2012. As briefly as I can, I want to share my sweet baby girls birth story. :)

I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes from the very beginning of my pregnancy and almost from the start was on insulin at night. Other than normal pregnancy symptoms and the gd, I had a fairly uneventful pregnancy. Watching my diet closely, I lost weight and really only gained 4 lbs throughout the whole 9 months. Because of the gestational diabetes my Dr. didn't want me to go over 39 weeks for fear of the baby being too big. All my other babies were born at 39 weeks with no problems, so I was totally comfortable when it came time for the day Marlee was to be born.

David and I arrived at the hospital very early in the morning and got settled into my room. My sweet nurse came in and hooked me up with no problems and started me on the pitocin drip. One of my Drs partners came in and tried to break my water but couldn't, so she ordered me to stay on the drip for a little longer to see if that would get little miss to drop some and get the delivery process going. After a little while, my Dr. came in and also tried to break my water. I'm not going to lie, it felt like she was crammer jamming her hand up in my lady business and it hurt....hurt like all get out!! After what seemed like an eternity, she was finally able to break my water and I thought to myself.....ok, here we go. Contractions will start to get harder and harder and I'll wait till I'm at about 5cm and then ask for my epidural. At this point I was still at 1 to 1 1/2 cm so I had a long way to go. The nurse stayed with me constantly checking on things, watching the monitor etc. After a little while she decided to check me and I had only dilated from 1 1/2 cm to 2 cm.  We were both stumped. At this point, I should have already dilated to a 3 or 4. I was tolerating the contractions with my breathing and somehow my nurse misunderstood me and went ahead and ordered my epidural. I was thrown off because I wasn't really ready for it but went ahead and said, "why not? go ahead".  It was a blessing in disguise.  In the past, the nurses have always made David leave the room while the anesthesiologist put in the epidural but this time they said he could stay. He got one look at that needle and the guy putting it in my back and David had to walk out of the room. It made him so lightheaded and this was with him *sitting* in a chair.

The epidural was in and I settled back to rest before I had to deliver. My dad and step mom were there in the room and we were talking and laughing. I noticed that my right side was completely numb but I could still feel my left side. It was definitely different from the four previous epidurals I had had with the other babies. I mentioned it to my nurse and she assured me that it would eventually fix itself. She even had me roll over to my left side so gravity would pull it to the left side. She was constantly watching the monitor for my contractions and baby girls heartbeat. After laying like that for a while, she decided to check me to see how much I had progressed. My dad and step mom went out of the room. My nurse was in the middle of checking me and her face turned to a serious worried look. She pushed a button and literally within seconds, 10 nurses rushed in the room. Just sitting here typing this has me in tears because I remember it as if it were yesterday.

She looked at one of the other nurses and said, "I think she has a prolapsed chord and I want you to check to make sure what I am feeling",  so she took her hand out from down there and the other nurse inserted hers, felt around and said definitely yes. I didn't know what that meant and so I asked what was going on. They told me that I was going to have to have an emergency C-section. At that point my Dr. rushed in and told me the same thing. I have NEVER in my life seen her so serious. I started to cry and they told me that it would be ok but they had to do this because her umbilical chord was starting to come out before she was and her head was laying on it which was cutting off her air and blood supply.  I was terrified and immediately started praying that God would protect our baby girl. Within minutes I was being rolled into the OR with the second nurse laying at me feet (I was holding onto her legs) and her hand still inserted holding up Marlee's head. Everyone was rushing around and I could see them and could hear their serious tone. They let David get scrubbed in and he was by my side. I kept telling them that I could feel my left side. I could feel them prepping my stomach for the incision. I could feel them tugging at my skin and them starting to cut and I was yelling "Ow,ow,ow, I can feel it!". The next thing I knew, everything went white and silent. I couldn't see anything or hear anyone.

I remember praying in my head for God to please protect Marlee and my Dr's hands. And then my mind went crazy. All I saw was white everywhere and my mind was jumping from corner to corner over and over as fast as it could. Crazy as it sounds, it was almost like I was moving back and forth in my mind at the speed of light. Unless you have been through it, there is no way to fully describe the intensity of what I was experiencing. I remember feeling scared because I had never experienced anything like that before. I didn't know if I was dying or not. It seemed like I was in that state for forever. At some point, my eyes started to open. Everything was kinda blurry and I remember looking over to my left and I saw David sitting there texting on his phone. I remember saying "Just go ahead and suck the fat out" (LOL) and then I went back out. Then I remember being cold and being rolled down a hallway to another room and was back out.  I don't know how long I was out but woke up to my family in my room looking at me. I was glad to be somewhat awake and to see people's faces that I knew and loved.

I didn't know if my baby girl was ok or not. I missed her birth, missed seeing her for the first time as she came out.....I missed everything. :-( After talking about what happened with David, he told me that he had never seen my Dr. be so in charge and so commanding and serious. He told me that I was laying there the whole time with my eyes and mouth wide open and my Dr asked the anesthesiologist if I was breathing. He didn't answer. She then yelled "Is she breathing?".  I must have looked like death. Obviously I was breathing but it must have worried her.

We asked the anesthesiologist what it was that he gave me to knock me out and he said Ketamine. Per the Dr, that is a form of LSD. Well, let me tell you, I don't see how druggies take that stuff. It was crazy and I did not like how it made me feel and how it made my mind act.

The emergency C-section has been the most traumatic event of my life so far. BUT God is good and heard my prayers. After coming to, I got to see my sweet little surprise baby. She was good. She was precious. She was a blessing! She was 7lbs of pure sweetness!!

 

Long Winded for the Sake of Journaling

I really can't believe it has been almost a year since my last post. Has life really been that busy? Ummm, yes.  Little did I know that my last sentence in my last post would be so loaded. Let me recap...."I can't wait to see what God has in store for us next."  Wow. Did I really say that?  Looking back, I think I actually prayed sometime at the beginning of the year, "Jesus, bring the rain".  Don't ask me why because I don't know why.  Without sounding like I am complaining, let me give you a rundown of our year last year. Believe me, we were sooo ready to welcome in the year 2013.

 Last January, I was diagnosed with chronic heart palpitations. Scary in itself due to an episode I had while the kids were out for Christmas break. 

In February, I had to have an emergency appendectomy and then less than a week later, my mom had a stroke which was brought on because of a heart attack a few days before.  She had zero signs of what was happening to her until she called me late one night to tell me that she wasn't feeling well. She ended up having open heart surgery, an extended stay in the hospital for weeks and then came to my house to recover.

Sometime during all of that (in March and April), our suburban started acting up. It was in and out of the shop so many times that I had a stack.....a STACK of repair papers from the dealership. They would fix one thing and then something else would go wrong. At one point, they were so lost as to what to do, they had to call the main engineer for GM to ask his advice as to what he suggested they do.  We were so irritated because they would keep our suburban for weeks at a time and it wasn't fun having to get rental car after rental car.  It was like that all through the summer and then one day on October, we were driving down the road and the stupid thing just shut off and then started back up, the locks started going crazy and overall it was acting weird. We finally had had enough so we took it to a dealership that day and traded it in.

In April, I found out I was pregnant. To be honest, I was not happy. I was so mad at David and honestly, probably a little mad at God too. In my mind, we were done. I had closed my mind to the possibility of ever having another baby and I truly felt that our family was complete. We had just gotten Pudgie out of pull-ups and for the first time in 10 years, we were not having to buy diapers and wipes.  David had finally agreed to have "the" surgery and we were discussing when he would do that.   I couldn't stop crying but realized that there was this little precious life inside of me that was a blessing and that needed me.  I forgave David....lol....and accepted the fact that we were going to have 5...FIVE....children. I immediately had to start the gestational diabetes testing and diet which included me having to check my sugar four times a day every day. My fasting numbers continued to be high so I had to go on insulin pretty quickly in my pregnancy. I was not happy about that. Every night for nine months, I gave myself a shot.  :-/

In May, my sister got married to a wonderful guy and within a few months found out she was expecting their first child. Sadly, that precious little life didn't make it and it was hard. Hard to see my twin go through something that I had never been through. I couldn't emotionally understand what she was going through but could only offer love and support. But God was and is good and they are expecting a little boy in June of this year. :) I can't wait to meet my nephew!

Our little Pudgie broke his wrist in Sept/Oct. and had to wear a full length arm cast for about 8 weeks. He did ok with it but I was sure glad when he got it off. Funny thing is....that full length arm cast didn't slow him down one bit. LOL!

The day before Thanksgiving I had to take Boogs to the emergency room. Let me just tell you how my day went that day.  The kids were out of school for Thanksgiving break and we all (my very pregnant self and 4 kids) had to be at St. Vincents hospital (the Orthopedist office is located there) at 7:45a that morning to have Pudgie's cast taken off. I live about 45min away from that office so I had to leave super early due to traffic. We got there, waited, got the cast off, and headed to Aldi so I could get some last minute Thanksgiving dinner items.  We got home, carried the groceries upstairs and I was putting them away while the kids were outside playing. All of a sudden I heard terrifying screaming coming from outside. I will never forget it. It kept on so I immediately went on the back deck where I was met by Boogs with one hand over his eye and the other eye wide opened and he was screaming bloody murder while blood was gushing everywhere. Inside I was totally freaking out but so that I wouldn't scare the kids, I calmly asked him what had happened. Because his hand was over his eye, I didn't know if his eye had been poked out or what. There was sooo much blood. I really thought his eye was gone or something. He told me that Pudgie had thrown a marshmallow shooter gun, made of pvc pipe, at him and it had hit his eye. I brought him inside, ready to see an eyeball-less sight, but thank the Lord, the cut was on his eyebrow.  Who knew there could be so much blood?  I saw meat. I know, gross. But it was there and I was home alone with the kids trying not to freak out so I got a wash cloth to clean it up some so I could see exactly what we were dealing with.  It was deep. I called our pediatricians office and of course, no one was there that could put in some stitches so they had me head back downtown to Children's Hospital and go to the ER. Back downtown? I had seriously just gotten back from being downtown. Ugh. But, it had to be done so I loaded up my very pregnant self and the kids again and we headed that way. David is in a management position at his job and was on a conference call so he couldn't leave. I told him it was ok and that I would handle it. My sister was at work and my mom was out of town (I think...I can't remember #oldage) so I had to go alone.  I know this sounds terrible, but I didn't even think to call my dad and step mom. They could have gone with me, but at that point, I was just trying to stay calm for the kids and for myself.  On the way down there, I was freaking out internally because I didn't know where I was supposed to go, how was I going to do this by myself and God knew what I needed at that point. It was a TOTAL GOD THING. My mom called and said that my aunt was going to meet me at the ER. My aunt? All my aunt's live in Georgia.....how was that going to happen? Unbeknownst to me, my aunt Carol just so "happened" to be traveling through downtown Birmingham at that exact moment on her way to Mississippi to see family. She told my mom that she would meet me there and stay with me and the kids until we left. Isn't she the bestest?? Thank the Lord, she was waiting outside the ER and was able to help me get the kids in.  We were there for several hours and she stayed with the other kids while I was in the back with Boogs getting his stitches. Thank you Aunt Carol for being there!

A few days later, David got the call that his grandmother had passed away. :(

The first week in December,  Pudgie had to have his tonsils out. His recovery was rough that next week but the pain eventually subsided and he is doing much better now!

A week later, haha, I know.....really? David started telling me that his side was hurting and that it was getting progressively worse. He went on in to work that day but soon left and came home, which is NOT like him. He is not a weak man, let me tell you. Not long after we got married, he had to get a wisdom tooth pulled. He did it on a local anesthesia and went back to work after the procedure, even though he was in major pain. He's crazy. HA!  So anyway, when he got home from work he went straight to bed. Sometime during the night he woke up to use the restroom and could barely move because of the pain. Because I had just been through this months earlier, I told him it sounded like his appendix and he needed to go the ER. It was in the middle of the night and I was trying to get in touch with my sister so she could come sit with the kids but he was in so much pain that he said he had to go and he drove HIMSELF to the ER.  I was able to finally get in touch with my sister and she came over to be with the kids and I left, not far behind him and headed to meet him at the ER.  He was already in a room when I got there and after a CT Scan, it was confirmed that he had appendicitis and he was going to be admitted and have it out the next day. Now what are the odds of a husband and wife BOTH having to have their appendix's out in the same year? Don't you know our insurance company loved us? I was a week out from being induced and sat in that ER on a backless Dr's chair during the middle of the night....I was so uncomfortable and tired but God gave me the strength to get through it and to stay calm because at this point, I felt so defeated and constantly asked "What more could we go through?". I just couldn't handle anything else.

Little did I know, at that point, that I/we would have to go through one more big ordeal before the year was over....to be told soon.

Looking back over the year, there was much more that went on that I won't carry on about, but seriously, we had something pretty major happen e.v.e.r.y. single month of last year.  My closest friends can testify to that.

Well, it's late and I've rambled on enough....plus it's 1:11am and I do have to get up in a few hours to get the kids ready for school and myself ready for work.  Sooo, with that I'll say goodnight.  If you are still reading, thanks.

Love,

~A

Busy, Busy, Busy and A Little Something Extra

Well, as if life wasn't busy enough! HA! I tell you what, this has been a trying year for us, it seems like, since the stroke of midnight on New Years Eve.  From the heart palpitations to the emergency appendectomy, to my mom having a small heart attack and stroke and then having open heart surgery, plus the busy demands of every day life with a family of six, I need a big WHEW!!! The month of May alone has been the busiest by far! Between work, lots of baseball games, travel ball tournament, closing ceremonies for baseball, team parties, Dr's visits for my mom and me, Kindergarten program, two awards programs, Pudgie's birthday, Mimi's birthday, last day of school, bridesmaid luncheon, rehearsal, wedding......I have done more running around than I would like but hey, it's life!  It has been a busy, but great month!

Here are a few updates, Boogs graduated from Kindergarten!! I can't believe he is even old enough to go to first grade! Such a sweet heart I tell you! He has done great this year! He was even released from the speech therapy program he has been in for four years because he has done so well! We are so very proud of him!!

My dad retired from the police department after 27 years! Thank you for your service dad!

 

Bud won the Spirit award at school. This picture is with some of his best friends!

He also hit a over the fence home run in one of his travel ball tournaments as well as a regular season game! So proud of our ball player!

Pudgie has been a mess as always! ;)

The above picture was taken at my sisters house. He was "reading". LOL!

Hard to believe my baby turned 3 on May 22!

I guess you could now say I have a tween! Mimi turned 10 on the 23rd!

Beautiful girl!

Mimi and her sweet friend Peighton, playing dress up.

Mimi has done really well in school also! She made all A's and 1 B this year and is already reading on a 6th grade level! She will be entering into the 5th grade in August. So, so proud of her!!

Awards day at the schools....

Bud also won the Overall School Spirit Award for his class! I was so shocked! LOL!!

 

 My beautiful twin sister got married in May too!!

Allison and her new husband, Rodney, at their rehearsal dinner.

Some of these pics were taken with phones so the quality isn't all that great, but still cute!

Congratulations to the both of you!! Soo happy for you and I love you!!

And last but not least, I guess the biggest news I have to share is that we are expecting another little one!!!

This little one was not apart of our plan, but we know that God has a specific purpose and reason for this precious little one and so we feel extremely blessed!  The thought of a new little one has been a bit overwhelming at times especially when previously asked, the answer was "Yes, we are done!".  I know God must have laughed a huge roar of laughter every time I answered that question to people.  And NO, we are NOT Catholic!!! Anyway, that is what has been happening in our world as of late and since this year has been so interesting already, I can't wait to see what else God has in store for us!!

I hope each of you are doing well!!

Blessings!!

~Amanda :-)

Updates on Life

I have had a lot of you ask about my mom and how she is doing and how I am doing and I'd like to say THANK YOU! Thank you for all the prayers and well wishes on her behalf and ours! Here's an update....my mom had surgery this past Tuesday, March 6th.  Praise the Lord, she only had to have a double bypass! The surgeon said that her surgery was a textbook case and that she did great! Once out of surgery, patients go to an open heart recovery room for a few days, then into an ICU type room, then into a Step Down room.  My mom is already in the Step Down room! She has been doing great! They (Dr's and nurses) are very aggressive in her recovery care. They want her to do almost everything by herself. They have had her up exercising, walking etc.  Bless her heart, she is a little irritated today because they came in at 430a this morning for exercises and she said that just when she gets comfy, warm and asleep, someone will come in and wake her up to do something. Please pray for her during this time. I can't imagine the tiredness she is experiencing due to the surgery and the physical therapy she is going through.  They are hoping to get her into a rehab facility for the next few weeks to help her with recovery. The Dr's have said that her life has changed in a big way now. Changed because she is now a heart patient and the way she used to do things will now change as well. She can do it though!! Thank you all soo much for your encouraging expressions of love for our family during this time! I truly know who my friends are!! Love you more than you know!

Ok, so, in my last post I mentioned about wearing a heart monitor.  Here's the story with that.  When I was in high school, I started experiencing funny sensations with my heart. I was checked for mitro-valve prolapse and was told I did not have it.  Over the years I have had several ultrasounds and EKG's but nothing became of them. During these weird flutters , they have often times taken my breath away, made me cough and most recently, made me feel like I was going to pass out. The best way I can explain what it feels like is that my heart feels like it is jumpstarting and I feel them at anytime during the day. When the "pass out feeling" happened, my mom said....You're going to see a cardiologists. Ummm, yes ma'am!   I made the appointment and again, an EKG was performed.  It was normal. Blood pressure was normal etc.  I told the Dr.  what I had been experiencing and she suggested I wear a Holter monitor for a month. Yep, a month!

Sooo, this was my hip buddy for a month. It took some getting used to, then it was as if it was apart of my body to begin with, then when I took it off, I felt like something was missing all the time. Weird huh?  Well, the outcome of wearing the heart monitor is that I have chronic heart palpitations. My heart stops beating and then kicks back.....almost like a rubber band does when you stretch it out and let it go. Well, that's how she explained it to me. When it kicks back, that's the flutter or jump start feeling I feel.  There's nothing really that can be done about it she said. They don't really know why some people experience these and some people don't. I'm glad to know that it seems as though nothing is wrong, but I guess I'll always have that nagging feeling or thought in my mind that this is NOT normal. 

Other than that, I am ok. I am physically and emotionally exhausted after the events of the last few weeks. I feel as though I haven't fully bounced back from my surgery with everything going on. If you ask me about my mom, I'll literally burst into tears. I guess I'm a little more fragile that I would like to think I am.  

I know my mom will be fine. But she's my mom and I don't like seeing her hurt in any way. I will say this, if my Aunt Carol had not been there with my mom day in and day out, I don't know how we would have made it. It was not possible for me to be at the hospital all the time. But my Aunt was there during the most critical times and it put my heart and mind at ease knowing she was there and that my mom was safe and being taken care of. Thank you so much and I love you Aunt Carol! You were my mom's angel the last few weeks!

Opening day of baseball starts tomorrow and I'm excited, but along with that comes super super crazy busy running around here and there and everywhere of a life. Totally worth it though! :)

Happy Day friends!!

Crazy Hectic, But Here

I love this.  A friend posted this quote on Facebook the other day and it came at a time when I needed it most.  As some of you know, the last two weeks or so have been a little stressful.  Ok, A LOT stressful.

I'm sorry if this post is long.  I just wanted to explain what has been going on. 

Last June, when I had my emergency gall bladder surgery, the Dr. told me that we basically had three organs in our bodies that were kind of unnecessary: tonsils, gall bladder and appendix. Ok, I thought, well I'm two for three then, because I had to have my tonsils out when I was 6 due to constant strep throat and at that time (June 2011), I was having my gall bladder out.  *Sidenote~ I don't believe anything that is in our bodies is "unnecessary" because God made us and therefore HE has a reason for those organs being in our bodies, even if medical personnel doesn't understand or agree.*

 Anyhoo,  fast forward 8 months to two weeks ago, I felt fine. After I left work on the 14th, I noticed my right side was sore. It really just kind of felt like I had pulled or strained a muscle. Not at all possible since I work in a MDO program and I lift some precious, but sometimes hefty cargo. LOL! Didn't think much about it and went on about my day. Wednesday morning, I was planning on attending my MOPS group but did NOT feel well. Felt totally exhausted and my side was still hurting but worse. So I crawled back in the bed after the kiddos were off to school and slept for maybe two more hours. I needed to run a few errands so I got up, got myself and Pudgie ready and left the house. I stopped by my work and picked up my paycheck, headed to the bank and then to the local thrift store. My Boogs, bless his heart, really needed some more jeans and I wasn't about to head to a major department store to buy "nicer" jeans only for him to put holes in the knees and especially since our weather here as been kind of abnormal, so I knew he wouldn't be wearing jeans much longer to school, so I thought, Well, I'll go to the thrift store and get some "almost brand new looking" jeans for way less! Sorry if that was a run on sentence. ;) 

Ok, so, while I was in the thrift store scrutinizing every pair of size 7 jeans, I got a phone call from my aunt and I was telling her how I felt and she said she needed me to do a series of test. Ummm, ok. She was having me test the level of pain depending on how I moved and so on. She had been through this before so she had her suspicions. I know those people in the thrift store thought I was weird or something because I was whispering on the phone while flumming through jeans, standing on my tiptoes only to drop down really fast to my feet. She made forced asked that I repeat those "tests" several times. After telling her how I felt after each one, she said she thought I needed to go to the Dr. and be checked out. Now, I am NOT one to run to the Dr. everytime I am sick or if the kids are sick. God made our bodies in such a way that if we would wait a few days, a lot of times our bodies will do what they were designed to do and start to heal themselves. AND, we also have a garganchuin hefty family deductible to meet, so if it can be treated at home, then I am all for that! My sweet aunt even suggested that I go to the school nurse to see if she could help me. LOL! Well, I went back and forth, wrestled with the fact that we would probably have a huge Dr's bill, but overall I just did not feel well so I made the decision to go. 

I sat in the waiting room for a while, was called back to the tiny room, they drew some blood, tinkled in a cup and waited. The Dr came in , pushed down on my side, saw my level of pain and went back out. A little bit later he came back in and told me that my white blood cell count was 17 (should have been around 6) and that with the pain I was having, he thought I needed a CT Scan to rule out appendicitis.  BUT, they couldn't perform that test there so I was going to have to go to the ER. OHHH GREAT, I thought. What's THAT gonna cost me?  David got off of work and met me up at the Dr's office to get the kids and take them home and my mom and her husband were going to go with me to the ER.  For those wondering why David went home with the kids and not my mom, he knows our nightly routine and we felt like it was best if he went home but that we would keep him updated. 

We got to the ER and waited for a bit, then was called to a room, waited some more (you know how it goes) and eventally went up for the scan.  Sure enough, results confirmed that my appendix was indeed inflamed (NOT ruptured) and I would have to have surgery sometime on Thursday morning.  I was glad they could tell me why I was hurting but I was not happy thinking about the pending bills that were sure to be headed our way.  Well, in the pre surgery  area, the surgeon told me that he wasn't convinced that I had appendicitis but make no mistake, I was going to go home appendixless. Wait what????  It ended up that once they got in there, I truly did have a very enflamed appendix so it was removed and I went to recovery. The surgery had gone smoothly and I really wanted to go home, so he released me and I got home around 9:45p on that Thursday night.  He told me that based on some info I had given him regarding a possible virus I had the previous week,  He thought the virus had brought on the appendicitis. Nice huh? Oh and don't think I was jacked up on pain meds either. NOPE! The pain meds they gave me made my heart go crazy! It scared me so bad so I stopped taking them. I pushed the button on my heart moniter so much that the people who monitor it called me at midnight to make sure I was ok. (heart monitor? That's a whole nother story that I'll explain later.......)So I guess you can now say that I am 3 for 3!!

During this past week of recovery, I must have slept on or twisted my knee in a weird way because I woke up one morning hobbling around. My knee was incredibly sore. When I mentioned it to David, his words were "Well......I guess you'll just have to walk with a limp".  BAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! I know what he was thinking.....Since I've hit 35, I'm falling apart, so he'll just have to trade me in for a younger model or start having things implanted to make up for the things removed. LOL! He cracks me up!

Fast forward a week to this past Wednesday night. I got a phone call kind of late and it was my mom. She told me that her head was hurting really bad and that she didn't feel well. ( Her husband was out of town for  his business). She started describing how she was feeling and that she was nauseous and had lost some of her peripheral vision.  Well, my first thought was possible carbon monoxide poisoning because I have had that before and those were symptoms, so I mentioned to her that I wanted her to go outside and get some fresh air to see if that would relieve the headache. I listened as she struggled to walk from the back part of her house to the front. Each step she took seemed to make the headache worse. She got outside and layed down on the hood of her car. She continued to tell me how bad her head was hurting and that something didn't feel right. I asked her if she wanted me to call my brother and she said yes. I called on another phone and my sister in law picked up. I told her what was going on and she advised me that I needed to hang up with her and call the paramedics. DUH Amanda!! I hadn't even thought of that! So I did, and I stayed on the phone with them on one ear while my mom was on my cell phone on my other ear. I could hear that they arrived and I spoke with one of the paramedics and told him what had happened. Thankfully, my brother had pulled up at her house shortly after they got there and so I hung up. They had done an EKG on scene and saw some type of "blip" so they were treating it as a cardiac event and they were taking her to the ER (the same ER that she had been with me at just a week before).  After more EKG's, CT Scans and an MRI, it was confirmed that my mom had suffered a mild heart attack on Tuesday which caused a mini stroke on the backside of her brain on Wednesday. :(

Due to the stroke, mom was very repetitive and if you mentioned that she had had a mini stroke, she would open her eyes really wide, gasp and say "Really? I had a stroke? Oh my goodness." It was hard. Hard seeing her look confused and not able to remember what we had just told her 5 minutes ago. Hard to see her in pain and not be able to take it away for her. 

As of right now, she will have to have a triple bypass surgery sometime later in the week.....unless the dr's change their minds, but that is the plan as of now. They want her body to heal from the stroke first. THANK the LORD, she still has full use of her limbs and so on. She still has some peripheral vision loss but she looks much better and the repetitiveness has subsided a little compared to how she was on Thursday. 

Sooo, that has been my life the last two weeks or so. Plus, throw in there that I am still recovering from my surgery.  My incisions are healing just fine and the soreness has almost subsided completely, but I am still extremely tired and worn out. Alot of it having to do with affects of anesthesia and stuff, but still.....I am a mom of four children and it's crazy hectic sometimes.  I do want to say that David has been so strong and an amazing help through all of this! He has done almost all of the cleaning and laundry and running the kids around.  He actually told some of our friends that I needed a "raise" because of all that I do. HEY, I LIKE THAT IDEA!!!!  ;-)

If you don't mind, please keep my mom in your prayers this week. Prayers for clarity of mind and for the doctors to have wisdom in regards to what she should have done and what is best for her care needs.

Again, sorry this is so long and Thank you in advance for your precious prayers on behalf of my mom! :)

Happy New Year!!

Even though it is the 14th day of January, I'm still going to say.....Happy New Year to you and your loved ones!  For the record, I did NOT chow down on greens, black eyed peas etc. YUCK! LOL!

2011 was a good year overall! So much happened in my life. LOTS of changes and if you know me, you know I don't like changes and don't handle them well, but the Lord helped me to get through them and I'm hoping that 2012 will be even better! Here's a few of the things that happened last year, in no particular order......

Buds team was #1!

April 27, 2011...May we never forget!!

Mom and her high school sweetheart , Gene, got engaged!

All Stars!!

My precious Ittie~Bittie passed away. She was so loving and a wonderful baby for 15 years. I miss her so much!! :(

Mom's wedding day!!

First beach trips with friends! Had a blast!!! :)

My beautiful girl!!

Lost his first tooth!

Sweet times with great Granny B.!

Allison and Rodney got engaged!!

We added a new member to the family, Lillie Grace!

First day of 4th grade, 2nd grade and Kindergarten!!

First time hunting!!

 

                                                                              

AND LOTS OF SILLINESS!!! :)

Praying the Lord will bless you in 2012!!