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Single tired mom of four. Lover of chocolate and coffee - not necessarily in that order. Lover of Jesus, photographer by trade, Photoshop junkie and crime TV watcher.

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November Fire

November 27, 2009

I can’t remember the last time we had a fire, but it has been way too long.  It was so nice to spend some time in front of  it this Thanksgiving.

November fire

Expect A Miracle

August 12, 2009

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Maybe you remember this post not too long ago, or maybe you don’t.   Either way,  several weeks ago my dad fell onto a four by four post, breaking several ribs and puncturing his lung.

Although in a great deal of pain, he was healing nicely, or so we thought.  Then about three weeks ago he was in the tub and tried to get out, but he seemed to have no strength.  He struggled to pull himself up and felt a terrible pain in his abdomen.  He decided to be a hero  at 4:30 AM and drive himself to the hospital, without notifying anyone.   He called me the next day to tell me he was there.

The doctors seemed to have no idea what was wrong with him.  Test after test and no answers.  They did determine that his pancreas and liver seemed to be functioning abnormally, but had no idea why.  Three days later we were waiting with still no answers.  I asked the doctors if it could have anything to do with the fall he took when he broke his ribs.  They said that wasn’t possible.

By day three, he seemed to be doing better and his test results were normalizing.  And then that evening I received a phone call from the hospital.  They informed me that my dad had started bleeding internally and I needed to come to the hospital immediately.  They said it was serious and they didn’t know if he would live.

I was stunned.  Whatever was happening was making no sense at all.  He had just been mowing the lawn on Tuesday and now he was fighting for his life.

When I arrived at his room, they were inserting a central line to transfuse him quickly.  He was somewhat lucid, but was filled with fluid and looked on the edge of death.   I tried to be brave and knew without a doubt that God had the situation in His hands.

His blood pressure was dangerously low and even if they could find the source of the bleeding, they wouldn’t have been able to operate because his body wouldn’t have tolerated a surgery.

As soon as the nurses and doctors inserted the line, they stood back and I laid hands on my dad and prayed.  I asked God to give him peace, to heal up the wound, and bring up his blood pressure to a normal level and to give the doctor’s wisdom to see what was happening.

And that’s exactly what He did.

Slowly my dad’s blood pressure rose and the bleeding stopped.  His blood levels started to rise and over the next couple of days things improved even more.  He did get pneumonia in his right lung and had some abnormal heart rhythms, but it God is slowly taking care of those issues also.

And guess what the problem was…..

His broken ribs punctured his spleen when he tried to get out of the tub.

I hope they now realize nothing is impossible.

I certainly know it.  Nothing at all is impossible with God.  He is ever faithful and present especially in our darkest hours.


Hot Air

July 18, 2009

As I sat blowing up this enormous beach ball – sprinkler and emptying myself of every last bit of hot air, I looked at Bella, sighed and said, “I don’t know baby girl, I might not finish until next year.”

She patted me on the leg and said as graciously as she could, “You’re doing a great job mommy.  It’s OK, take your time.”

I could only laugh and give her a big kiss for her patience and sincerity.

I wish I was a big girl like her.

Since Parties Wear Me Out…..

June 9, 2009

you can visit here for the rest…..

Just Another Day at the Hospital

May 26, 2009

I wonder when the day will come at my house when there will be no accidents, drama, or other undesirable events. 

I know, I know.  Never.

Anyone that knows me in real life can tell you, the number of things that go on around here are as numerous as the stars in the sky and last week was no different.  My eighty-five-year-old dad decided to play footsie with a short fence in the yard and fell backwards onto a 4×4 post sticking up a foot out of the ground.

I arrived just in time to call 911, praise God, and just as I suspected, multiple broken ribs and a punctured lung.  He is in total denial of his age, which I suppose is a good thing, with the exception of days like these.  And don’t you know, I came home yesterday to find him taking a walk up the street, holding his side.

He might not be too old for this, but I am.

If You’re Looking for an Alternative Use for Those Plastic Grocery Bags…..

April 23, 2009

Reuse and recycle, that’s what I say. 

However, I did almost wet myself when I happened upon this sight!

Doodie booties…who knew?

My Snow Baby

January 26, 2009

My life is slowly starting to resume to some sort of normalcy and I say that with much hesitancy, since I have lost sight of what normal is, even for us.  Nonetheless, I feel more normal when I can take the time to enjoy moments with my baby  girl without looking at the clock.

We even went sledding last week to a whompum hill with big jumps.  OK, they weren’t that big, but they were for my thirty-nine year old bones.

I haven’t had so much fun in years.  I can’t wait for more of that. Maybe a snowboard next eh?