Monday, October 10, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Well, I have been asked over and over to tell the story so I thought I'd write it all out for you. As most of you know, I was diagnosed with a ruptured appendix on Sunday, September 4, 2011, after about four days of stomach pain. It started on the Thursday before with a dull pain in my upper stomach area; on Friday, the pain continued and I thought I had a stomach ulcer. (Self diagnosis per google, ha!) Anyway, we were scheduled to go to San Antonio to the cabin, so we packed up and went. I hurt all day Friday but began eating bland food and staying away from diet Coke (thinking these things would stop the pain) (because I had an ulcer, remember?). Friday night, I hardly slept, I was hurting but not extreme. I was very uncomfortable. When Saturday morning came, I looked up how to stop stomach ulcer pain, went to HEB and purchased apple cider vinegar and baking soda. It didn't help and it was nasty to boot. I drank this concotion when we got home (one cup water, three tablespoons acv and half teaspoon soda). Finally, about 7:00 Saturday night, I took two Tylenol. It seemed to help. I went to bed, but woke up at 1:00a.m. and 6:00a.m. with a little fever. Took Tylenol both times and went back to bed. The next morning, I mentioned to Jerry that I had a light fever and he declared we were going home and to the ER. Personally, I wanted to go to a minor emergency center there in SA and get the magic pill for the daggum stomach ulcer I thought I had. HA!! Jerry won. On the way home, I called my sister in law to see what gallbladder pains felt like and what she described didn't ring a bell. Her recommendation was that I go to the ER as soon as we got home because it was Labor Day weekend, I had been in pain four days and all labs were closed. As soon as we got to Corpus, we unloaded and went to the ER. There, the doctor was nonchalant asking me why I came in that day versus two/three days before and I told her I wasn't concerned until I ran fever. A CT was ordered and sure enough my appendix was a blob on the CT rather than what it should have been. I was shocked! Mind you, I never threw up, had high fever or intense abdominal pain. We called our family and let them know--everyone was out of town for Labor Day weekend except Jerry's mom who graciously kept my kiddos. I was taken into surgery where the doctor found a ruptured appendix and an abscess. I was kept in the hospital for three more days with a drain in my tummy to help get the "yuck" out that had developed from the rupture. I was given Avalox and Flagyl by i.v. and when I was released from the hospital, I got oral of those two for seven days. Ten days after I was released, I was diagnosed with a small abscess per a CT. I was again given Avalox orally for five days and was scheduled for a procedure to drain the abscess. The procedure, though, was never done because the abscess began to shrink and was too small for the radiologists to drain. That's where we stand now. I go back to the surgeon this week to see if this whole ordeal is over. I still have lower abdominal pain, but I think I have gas bubbles or something. I don't know. I just think gas is the root of all stomach pain.:0) (Or, a stomach ulcer--hahaha) This has been a journey but one I've learned from--I need to slow down, I need to spend more time at home with my kids instead of going, going, going all the time with them, I need to eat better, I need to trust God and know that I'm never alone even when I feel alone. Those are some of my lessons. The first night in the hospital, I woke up at 3:00a.m. Jerry was sound asleep and I felt very much alone--couldn't call anyone at 3:00a.m. and cry to them. I was feeling real sorry for my lonely, hurting self when God laid this scripture on my heart--"Fear not for I am with you. I will never leave you nor forsake you." I don't know where that is the Bible and it doesn't/didn't matter. I have hidden that scripture in my heart now and am so thankful for such a wonderful lesson. God never left me nor forsook/forsaked me and will never.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by the grace and blessings God gives me. Look at these three kids. I don't deserve them. God chose me to be their mom and despite how hard I try, I goof up. I fail at giving them the best, the truest form of myself. Our heavenly father perfectly gives us blessings. He gives us so much more than we could ever imagine--I try desperately to mimic that. I want the best for my children, but my selfishness gets in the way. I yell when I don't want to. I get impatient. I roll my eyes. All the things that God does not do, I do. I'm so thankful, though, that my sweet children are a forgiving bunch! They continue to love and try to obey despite my short comings. They are such a good example to me because when I'm angry with God, I really don't wanna love and try to obey. But, I know God has it all worked together for good and I'm hoping my children know I try to work it all together for good too. It's no wonder God uses our realtionships with our children as examples for His realtionship with us. I get the point.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
My mother in law brought this picture to me of Jerry and I taken years ago, probably before 1988. In the bottom right of the picture is Jerry's little sister, Leslie, jumping in. Funny, huh? Anyway, last Thursday, Jerry and I were married 23 years! We looked very much like the kids in this picture. We were both 18, had menial jobs, no college education and no money. But, with God in the middle of our lives as our guiding light, we have sustained a marriage--not JUST sustained a marriage--God has added an increase of love and joy to our lives beyond anything I could ever imagine. Jerry is a great man, I believe, because the Lord lives in him. I fail as a wife in so many ways, but God puts blinders on Jerry and Jerry doesn't see my failures the way I do. He loves me unconditionally. I'm so thankful we eloped 23 years ago. I'd do it all over again.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Although this beauty emerged a while back, I just had to share. Monarchs are a white, yellow and black caterpillar that loves butterfly weed. We are fans of the monarch around here so when we find one on our butterfly weed, we bring him into our home, feed him and watch his "metamorphosis" into a butterfly. This particular guy came out of his crysalis right in front of our eyes! Look at the chrysalis--it's clear--so before he erupts, you can actually see this guy folded up in there. As he emerges, he clings to his chrysalis until his wings dry and expand. Look how great he looks after the drying and expanding process. They are beautiful!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
I'm not sure who is sweeter--my big boy or my little boy. They both are just precious. Allen is a teenager and could be giving us all sorts of trouble, but he doesn't. Benjamin is three, knocking on four and is just a good natured, playful boy. My sweet boys hold a special place in my heart. I'm not sure if all boys are sweet to their mamas, but I'm pretty sure mine are the sweetest ever!;0)
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
My dogs wrestled a momma opposum to the death under our backyard shed. It seems, though, the momma had a million babies in tow that have been coming out from under the shed. The first day the little ones started to emerge, the dogs killed most of them. We were able to "rescue" two of them that a friend of mine took home with her. Well, I thought all was finished until a few days ago when another baby was being tormented by Lightning McQueen and we rescued it. I called my friend up thinking surely she would want one more, but NO! Her husband had not been happy with the first two she brought home and she didn't think it'd be a good idea to add to her small brood. Unfortunately, I have a big heart and I just couldn't call the city to pick this little guy up to be gassed and thrown away like trash. I KNOW these critters carry disease, are pests, and all in all gross people out, but this guy was so small and helpless. Anyway, I've become attached...to an opossum...or he has become attached to me--either way, I have a problem. I don't want a pet possum (I know it's opossum, but I'm tired of typing that). But, I don't want to kill this little guy or give him to someone who will. I called a couple of wildlife rescues--they think I'm funny. Possums are one in a million and they simply don't care what I do with the guy. He's not big enough yet to find food on his own but as soon as he is, I think we're going to take him to a local park/nature trail and release him. Right now, we're feeding him grapes, bread, etc and hoping he survives.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Three kids is easy enough to photograph sometimes, but six kids gets crazy--especially boys!