Monday, March 30, 2009

Stop Looking At Me.


Thankful

Not long I ago I came across KellysKornerBlog.com. It is written by a women in Arkansas whose baby girl was very ill immediately after her birth. She blogged about her experience and has a list of families with needing prayers for their baby’s on her site. (Her baby girl is home now and growing and absolutely gorgeous) I found myself linking to other sites where parents of children with EB, and cancer, and victims of SIDS, and so on, are writing about their struggles and triumphs. Most of these blogs had begun as just a typical happy family blog with no trace of the agony to come. I became almost fascinated with reading these blogs and for some reason, with finding the day they received their news, the day their lives went from a happy, normal, day to day existence to that of a family with a seriously ill child. It isn’t a morbid fascination, but more of a "how do you survive that" fascination. I have found strength and faith and hope in their stories and they have found their way into my prayers.

I never thought that it would be on my own blog that I could look back at someday and be able to pick out "that" moment with one of my own children, and what we went through can’t compare with the struggles of these families. Our stay in the hospital was brief. Her illness, while very serious, should have no lasting effects. The disruption to our life and to our family was limited to those few days of sleeping on the hospital floor, re-scheduling a birthday party, and the minor inconveniences of preparing a special diet and monitoring her blood pressure.

I can tell you now that "that" day, that blog post, that moment in time, makes the earth stop turning. To hear those words from a doctor that "they are waiting for you (at the hospital)", and "are you sitting down" or to listen to the conversation between nurses, doctors and paramedics about what would be the best way to transport, helicopter or ambulance, makes time stand still. Nothing exists outside the walls of Children’s hospital. Shopping, shoes, groceries, vanity, none of these things matter. The people outside are going about their routines, grabbing lunch at a Sonic, laughing at goofy jokes on Facebook, but you are oblivious to anything but the sounds of the halls which lead to the rooms of sick children and hopeful, tired parents.

It is impossible for me to spend a day now without asking God to fill those halls with His mercy and His strength. I pray that He comforts the children, the nurses, the Moms and Dads. I pray for Angels to walk those halls. I do not close my eyes at night with thanking God for my blessings and His mercy.

If you are one of those parents fighting for your child’s life or grieving for a life lost, I pray for you. May God give you the strength, comfort, understanding, and rest that you need to face another day.

May He have mercy on us all.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Well that was vague.

I am finally sitting down to face my blog after horribly neglecting writing about last week. Masen was diagnosed with post strep glomulonephritis. Basically she had strep throat and her body thought her kidneys were part of the strep and began to attack her kidneys. Apparently this is not common, but not uncommon! Did you know? I sure didn't. After fighting her blood pressure for a few days, losing 17 lbs (most water from the edema caused by her kidneys not working), bursting all the vessels in her eyes (her poor eyes!), and being placed on a low sodium diet, we are home with two different blood pressure monitors. My daughter is an amazing person and handled this all so well. Today she is laughing and smiling her beautiful Macy smile. I feel like I have been holding my breath for weeks and I am still afraid to let go and exhale. This morning I had a major deja vu moment when I flashed back to a dream I had months ago. All I remembered of this dream was that Sis was very very sick and it had to do with her blood pressure. I remember dismissing the dream with the thoughts, what kid her age has BP issues? Geesh, I really have to learn to tune in more!

On another note: today Chris and I have been married 16 years. All I can say honey, is "If God gave me the chance to do it all again, I'd choose you again."

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Stress

We are now in Childrens hospital in OKC. Masen was transported by ambulance, from Tulsa last night. I'll post more later.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Its been a long week!

After spending one day in Tulsa at St. Francis/Children's hospital in the ER, and the next day in OKC for testing, we are back in OKC for a dance competition. Macy has had some health problems lately but seems to be back to her old self today. Chris and I have aged about 50 years and are both so tired we are silly. (Oh wait...nevermind) Dillon opted to stay home with his "Mammy". I don't look forward to the day when he WANTS to come to dance competitions to see girls in their costumes!!

Pictures to follow.

Did I mention the flat tire we had on the way up here today?

Nervous breakdown to follow.

Yesterday I turned 39.

Miss Clairol to follow.

HA. I am going to bed.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Friday, March 6, 2009

And then she spewed...

Kellye and I have been friends since grade school. We've had our ups and downs, but now that we are "grown ups" we've morphed into a really comfortable friendship which I genuinely value. Kellye has a daughter just a few weeks older than Masen. They are in the same grade at the same school where Kellye and I met, with two of the same teachers we had!

Last weekend, Kara, along with two other 5th grade girls, came home with Sis. They wanted to head to a movie, so we loaded up and headed on our way. All four girls decided to squeeze into the 3rd row seat, which really is only big enough for two. (Yeah, I know...call the highway patrol, they were as far away from the drivers seat as they could get!) So there they are, all packed in tight like sardines when all of a sudden I hear MICKIE KARA IS THROWING UPPPPPPPPPPP. (in my new car I have to add here) Poor thing. She had been snacking on cheez-its and chasing them with fruit punch. Now, please realize that being in the 3rd row seat meant she had to CRAWL OVER the middle seat to get out. It looked like a crime scene in my vehicle. You could track her every move.

Alot of things happened between me slamming on the brakes and stopping in the middle of the service road, little girls piling onto the highway shoulder, police officers showing up, etc...and when Kellye drove up to get Kara. But my first words to my dear ol' pal were "We are no longer friends." Of course I was kidding, until I had to clean my car.

Not really. Kellye did, after all, help me potty train Dillon.

Poop and Puke. That's pretty even.

Monday, March 2, 2009

You know you live in Oklahoma when...

Your ten day forecast includes a chance of snow AND a day over 80 degrees.