Thursday, January 26, 2012

January aka not so FUNuary ....

Sunday January 15th I woke up dizzy as can be. I couldn't even open my eyes. I would drag myself out of bed to go to the bathroom and getting up would make me vomit like crazy. I had never felt so horrible. I stayed in bed until around 1pm. I got up and tried eating something, only to throw up again. My husband made me go to the hospital. Thankfully Nessa was over and could stay home with the babies.

After several hours and tests later they diagnosed me with vertigo. The doctor gave me a prescription and released me. I would much rather have 10 more cesareans than feel  that sick again. The prescription made me soooo sleepy that for the next three days that's just about all I did. My friend Lisa covered the RCMC meeting for me since I was in no condition to go or even drive for that matter. Thankfully it went away, and hopefully it won't happen again.

Tuesday night my husband and I were in our bedroom folding the laundry that I had just taken out. (isn't he sweet for helping me?) All of a sudden I hear a gosh awful scream coming from my three year old daughter. I immediately knew something was wrong. I met her halfway down the hall. First thing I see is that her beautiful blond hair is soaked in blood! I picked her up and she had already stopped crying. She is such a tough little girl! I was still  in full panic mode though!

I knew she probably needed stitches so I quickly got her & myself dressed as we had already gotten ready to go to bed. I just grabbed the first things I could see, threw them on and grabbed her favorite stuffed animal and ran out the door.

She however wanted to show our neighbors her bloody mess of hair before we went. I was thinking seriously how can this child be so calm and not crying after busting her head open? I didn't stop though, I quickly got her into her car seat and literally flew to the hospital. Once I got there I realized that she had passed out, which made me freak out. It took me a minute or two to get her to wake up. It was cold so that helped out I'm sure.

I got her inside and she was still bleeding. I filled out her form, they weighed her took all her vitals etc. and immediately took us back to a room. A few short minutes later a nurse came in to  look at her head. Then the nurse put this clear numbing gel onto the gash. About 20 minutes later the doctor came in and looked it over and said it needed staples! WHAT???? A few staples later we were being discharged. On the way out we ran into an EMT we know. He said what are y'all doing here, and I just pointed at Miss Graceful! So then he had to look too.

So it turns out that my son and daughter had pushed the step stool against my son's dresser and they were both standing on the stool. And somehow made the dresser wiggle enough to where a painting I made for my son's room fell off the dresser and hit her in the head. Needless to say it's found a new home!

So tomorrow is Friday and will be 10 days since her accident & getting her staples. She has an appointment with her pediatrician to have them removed. She is a little worried because she thinks it will hurt, and sadly it will hurt a little. Poor baby. I just hope it goes smoothly tomorrow!

Happy New Year to me....

This year is going to be about BIG changes! First of all I want to have a better relationship with the LORD. I want my children to know and love him and understand him. I want to give them that vital tool to life that I feel like I never had.

Second on the list is the fact that I have finally found the determination to loose the baby weight. It takes baby steps, and that's where I have started. Little changes like deciding to refuse chocolate,and sodas no matter how bad the craving was easier than I thought. I just had to find the right mindset. Now I don't even crave them at all.  I haven't had a soda in over a month. I stuck to sweet tea for a while, and even now I am sick of it. I crave water now, and can't get enough of it. I have never liked to drink water before.

I want to become a healthier person, not only mentally but physically as well. This wasn't a new years resolution. I figured I have never suceeded at them in the past so there was no reason to set one this year. This time I am doing it for me, not because its the trendy thing to do in the month of January. We have started changing our normal go-to foods for healthier foods. Tonight we went out and bought a birthday cake for our neighbor. I didn't even have any at all, not even the desire to try it. I'm super proud of myself!

Another big change is coming in a few months. One that I am far from being ready for. Little man will start school! First of all, where did the time go? I know I'm going to have a hard time with it because I'm already stressing over it. The past four and a half years night and day my life has been dedicated to my sweet babies. Not only am I going to have to prep him to be ready to go to school, I will be preparing myself as well. I'm going to be a hot mess come August! Someone please tell me it is easier than I am imagining it to be?

January 13 2012

Rest in Peace

Christmas just didn't feel the same due to the unexpected loss of my Uncle Paul.

December 23rd my Aunt Clara found him in the living room. While in his favorite chair watching tv he passed away due to a massive heart attack.

He was an 89 year old veteran. My Aunt and Uncle were married for over 65 years and together even longer. I cant even imagine how hard it is for her.

Christmas was on Sunday and I just didn't feel it this year. My husband had to work and came home for lunch to watch the kids open gifts. Overall we celebrated at 9 different places, which means the kids got way too much stuff.

On Monday my husband had to work. The kids and I traveled to my parents house. My mom kept them while my father and I went to Uncle Paul's funeral.

We arrived at the funeral home and our Cousin John was in the parking lot so we all went in together.

Uncle Paul's flowers were so beautiful! There were red roses, carnations, and mums all mixed together with evergreen branches. He looked so at peace. I cried a little. I was so happy to see my Aunt Clara despite the circumstances.

They both mean so much to me. As a child they would write me letters & send me gifts. I have a journal, letter opener, sterling silver and turquoise butterfly necklace, a ceramic jar from New Mexico. A framed drawing of a log cabin by Aunt Clara. (she paints, & draws extremely well and is a published author) All of these things are special to me because of who game them to me. I cherish the letters.

His burial was after the service. It wasn't far from the funeral home. He was buried at the cemetery of the church they attended. I took a photo of my Daddy and Aunt Clara afterwards. Then took a single red rose from his flowers. I dried it out to keep.

After that I took my Daddy to eat at Cracker Barrel in Gadsden. I very much enjoyed having lunch with him. It's not often that I get to do so.

January 4th 2012