I’ve seen so many people increase their daily blogs and vlogs, so now I’m not following in their footsteps. Having this blog is a great place to share and vent what’s going on. I did so well keeping up with this before I had my daughter and I really need to get back to this. I’m not sure what I’m going to talk about, if I’m going to put themes to this or not, but stay tuned and you will find out soon enough! J
Monday, November 07, 2011
Blog a Day
Sunday, July 10, 2011
More on 2011
In my last post, I talked about Brianna getting croup. I felt so bad for that poor little girl, I wished that I could have had it for her.
That following Monday, we were off of work for Martin Luther King's birthday. One of the perks of my job is that I get off alot of the "school" holidays, since I work for a test publishing company. Unfortunately, I spent most of the day suffering from a nasty migraine headache. I tried everything to get it to go away, but nothing would work.
The next morning I woke up and while the headache itself was gone, I still felt really weak and "off". Had it just been myself, I could have easily gotten up and forced myself to work that day. However, I had to get little miss to school, and to be honest, I just didn't feel comfortable driving in the car with her, for fear that I would be in an accident. So, I called in sick.
Later that evening, I received a call from my mom that grandma was in the hospital and it wasn't looking good. Turns out she had pneumonia and had been taken by ambluance earlier that day. When I talked to my mom, she was out of the ER and was in ICU, being pumped full of antibotics. I asked my mom "had she been sick when Dad she her on Sunday" and when he saw her, she was fine, no sickness at all. We decided that it was best not to visit her that night and allow her some time for the medicine to do it's thing. Grandma was a fighter and I knew that if she could, she would work hard to fight this. However, it was up to her and God, and I prayed so hard that night.
Next morning, went to work as usual. Got a call around 9:30 a.m. from my mom and said that Grandma wasn't doing well. She had to wear a C-PAP mask and if she didn't have it on, her breathing would become labored after 30 minutes. I was faced with the hard reality that Grandma probably wouldn't make it through the day. I tried to keep going about my day as best I could.
I went home for lunch to get away from the craziness and try and clear my head. I'm lucky enough to be close to home, so I will do that every once in awhile. Just I was starting to get ready to head back to work, I get a call from my dad, who is calling on his cell phone. I knew right away that this wasn't going to be a good call. He told me that she had asked to stop all medications and treatments, and quite literally, "pull the plug". If I had wanted to see her, now was the time. So, I called my boss and told her what had transpired and that I was headed to the hospital.
When I got there, I immediately went to see Grandma. She was trying to talk, but it was difficult to understand her. Through my tears, I told her that it was okay to go and that we would all be ok. Shortly after 4:00, they stopped the machines and gave her medicine to make her feel comfortable. She was essentially in hospice care. Right around 5:00, she simply stopped breathing and just went to sleep. She was surrounded by her two children, my dad and my aunt, along with my mom and uncle and myself. It truly was one of the most beautiful moments in my life. She was at peace with her decision and she just went to sleep.
She had lived for 93 years and led a wonderful life. More about that later....
That following Monday, we were off of work for Martin Luther King's birthday. One of the perks of my job is that I get off alot of the "school" holidays, since I work for a test publishing company. Unfortunately, I spent most of the day suffering from a nasty migraine headache. I tried everything to get it to go away, but nothing would work.
The next morning I woke up and while the headache itself was gone, I still felt really weak and "off". Had it just been myself, I could have easily gotten up and forced myself to work that day. However, I had to get little miss to school, and to be honest, I just didn't feel comfortable driving in the car with her, for fear that I would be in an accident. So, I called in sick.
Later that evening, I received a call from my mom that grandma was in the hospital and it wasn't looking good. Turns out she had pneumonia and had been taken by ambluance earlier that day. When I talked to my mom, she was out of the ER and was in ICU, being pumped full of antibotics. I asked my mom "had she been sick when Dad she her on Sunday" and when he saw her, she was fine, no sickness at all. We decided that it was best not to visit her that night and allow her some time for the medicine to do it's thing. Grandma was a fighter and I knew that if she could, she would work hard to fight this. However, it was up to her and God, and I prayed so hard that night.
Next morning, went to work as usual. Got a call around 9:30 a.m. from my mom and said that Grandma wasn't doing well. She had to wear a C-PAP mask and if she didn't have it on, her breathing would become labored after 30 minutes. I was faced with the hard reality that Grandma probably wouldn't make it through the day. I tried to keep going about my day as best I could.
I went home for lunch to get away from the craziness and try and clear my head. I'm lucky enough to be close to home, so I will do that every once in awhile. Just I was starting to get ready to head back to work, I get a call from my dad, who is calling on his cell phone. I knew right away that this wasn't going to be a good call. He told me that she had asked to stop all medications and treatments, and quite literally, "pull the plug". If I had wanted to see her, now was the time. So, I called my boss and told her what had transpired and that I was headed to the hospital.
When I got there, I immediately went to see Grandma. She was trying to talk, but it was difficult to understand her. Through my tears, I told her that it was okay to go and that we would all be ok. Shortly after 4:00, they stopped the machines and gave her medicine to make her feel comfortable. She was essentially in hospice care. Right around 5:00, she simply stopped breathing and just went to sleep. She was surrounded by her two children, my dad and my aunt, along with my mom and uncle and myself. It truly was one of the most beautiful moments in my life. She was at peace with her decision and she just went to sleep.
She had lived for 93 years and led a wonderful life. More about that later....
Thursday, June 23, 2011
My blonde moment for the week
Got an email earlier in the week about the birthdays that my Facebook friends were having. Looking through the list because I can’t remember everyone’s birthdays.
So I noticed that Bill’s uncle has a birthday today. Then, reading on, I noticed that his aunt’s birthday was today also. I thought to myself “That’s cool…Aunt Betty and Uncle Jim share the same birthday how cool is that that a brother and sister share a birthday”…….
Wait for it….
YUP, they are twin brother and sister!!
2011
So, here we are halfway through 2011 and my first question is “How the hell did that happen?” Seriously, it was New Year’s like a second ago…right? RIGHT??
Ok, freakout over. Back to your regularly scheduled blog. To say that 2011 has been a wonderful year with no problems or struggles, would be a bold face lie. But it has had it’s good points! So grab a snack and enjoy the read.
The suckiness factor kicked in right away...on January 5th, we received word that my brother-in-law’s grandmother passed away at the age of 94. Some may so “wasn’t your grandma”…true, she wasn’t but in a way she was. K&P (sister and brother-in-law) have been married for 16 years and I have known GG since then. She sold wedding invitations as a side business, so she insisted on taking care of ours when we got married. She and my Grandma were good friends and she was half of the “Yentas”. You see, it was GG and GE (my grandma) that introduced my sister and her husband.
Then the following week, Brianna got sick. At first we thought it was a bladder infection, but that came back clear and we were told it’s a virus and it just had to run its course. The next morning, I stayed home with her and the poor little girl had no voice. My girl, who has inherited my gift of gab, sounded so awful and had this awful barking cough. Broke my heart. As the night went on, she kept sounding worse and about 8:00 it seemed as if she was really struggling to breathe. So, we got dressed and off to the ER we went. Luckily, we got in quickly…and she has croup. Breating treatment + 2 year old = one FUN night (note sarcasm here). We ened up leaving the ER around midnight…neither Mommy or Daddy slept well that night because we were worried that she would have more problems. After a few days, she became her little silly self all over again…
More to come later…
Need to get back to blogging
It has been way too long. I was a faithful blogger before my daughter was born. Besides having a newborn, turned infant, then turned toddler, so much has gone on these past few years! I’m going to start with this year and work my way back in time. Just you wait and see!!
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