Friday night was movie night as Drewby was sick.
Saturday was football and more football as Drewby's team played in the morning (yes, even sick he went and played - he had no fever) and Miss M had to cheer for her team that evening.
Saturday afternoon - we went to Mass, as we were going away all day Sunday.
Drewby had a rough time at the evening game - the cool air hurt his ear.
Dinner with friends and their kids after the game - Table for 9 please!
Sunday was spent at the Renaissance Faire with Lizzie and Kiki.
The kids had a great time hanging out with (mom and dad) Nana and Kiki.
Here's some fun highlights from the day - Drewby and Miss M were properly trained by a squire and wench as to how to greet the Queen, Drewby was knighted by the Queen, Miss M learned Peasant Dances, and we all cheered "God Save The Queen"- in our best British accents - way too many times!
We also all ate (drank) way too much food (beer/wine)! (More on this day in another post)
Monday was a day off school - and a lazy day to rest from Sunday's walking, walking, and more walking.
Other than that - it was a pretty normal weekend!
Til next time, I'll still be...
Being Brenda
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
This Was My Day
Let me tell you about my last few mornings.
Hubby has been working nights, so he has come home and gone right to bed in the morning.
This has meant I am getting both kids up, dressed, ready, fed and out the door for school - all by 7:40am.
Not typically a big deal. I've done this many, many times before.
(Now would be a good time to mention that during ALL of last school year, Miss M had perfect attendance and Drewby missed only two days with a stomach bug.)
So, Wednesday morning I go in to wake Drewby at the typical 6:30am.
He was so not in a good morning mood (which he typically is - he's my morning child)
There was fussing, and crying, and pulling the covers up over his head.
There was foot stomping, and more crying.
I. Was. Not. Happy. (nor was I the model mommy that morning - there was some yelling)
Finally - at 7:25am I had him ready for school.
Didn't leave me too much time to get him a good breakfast though.
Luckily, Miss M had stepped up and managed to get herself ready, hair brushed and pulled back, and ate something for breakfast - toaster strudel I think.
Wednsday night - bedtime was moved up to 8:00pm from 8:30 to try and compensate for his hard morning and hope it didn't happen again.
I should also mention - he was a little sniffly the last few days.
No fever. No whining. No complaining.
Just some nose-blowing, and maybe a cough, cough here or there.
So this morning I go in to wake Drewby around 6:30am.
Once again, he is uncooperative. Covers over head.
Crying. Lying on the floor.
I finally get him into the bathroom.
His eyes are red and puffy underneath. And not from crying.
And the nose-blowing continues.
But still no fever.
Another not so great morning.
But he goes to school today. I call the doctor's office and "he should be seen" is what they tell me.
So I pick Drewby and Miss M up from school early and head to the doctor's office.
Well, no wonder he has been Mr. Miserable in the morning!
He has a sinus infection and a full-blown ear infection. So much so, that the doctor invites me to look through the little scope thing-y to see the infected ear drum.
I. Am. A. Terrible. Mom.
He had none of those classic symptoms like when he was a baby and had ear infections.
No fever. No crying. No screams when lying down.
He never even said anything hurt.
I guess I am a little out of practice on the sick child front.
Then, to make my day even better, the doctor's office has this new (at least to me - remember no sick kids for the last 15 months - at least) electronic way to send prescriptions to the pharmacy.
The doc tells me that his 4 - yes, 4 - prescriptions are sent and will be waiting for me to pick up.
So, I bring the kids home to start homework.
And me, being me, decides to call the pharmacy and check on the 'scrips.
After pushing many buttons, I finally get a live person (although I didn't get her name - this will be important later).
Yes, the 'scrips are there and will be ready around 6pm.
Now, Miss M had cheerleading practice tonight, and as hubby is working - Drewby had to tag along. (Drewby also had football practice, and participated in some things but not all)
After practice - 7:30pm - we head to the pharmacy to pick up the 'scrips.
I hit the drive thru - you know, because it is me and two, tired kids.
Here's the conversation with the pharmacy tech:
PT: "Name"
Me:"Drewby"
After a bit of time looking
PT:"When did you drop it off?"
Me:"It was sent electronically around 3:30pm"
PT"We don't have any 'scrips for that name here"
Me:"I called to find out a time for pick up and was told yes the 'scrips were here and they would be ready by 6pm"
PT: (clearly annoyed) "Who did you talk to?"
Me: "I didn't get a name - it was a woman"
PT:"Please wait."
After a good 3-4 minutes the pharmacist comes to the window.
Yes she remembers seeing the 'scrips come in, someone asking when they would be ready by and telling them 90 minutes.
But they are nowhere now - would I mind waiting for about 10-15 minutes for the 'scrips to be reprocessed and prepared?
Would I mind - yes!
Did I have a choice - No!
So the kids and I park, go inside and wait. And wait.
We finally got home around 8:15pm.
And now, Drewby has a fever. Low grade, but still a fever.
Drewby took his medicine and went straight to bed. After blowing his nose for like 10 minutes straight.
I guess Drewby will not be getting perfect attendance this year either.
There is still hope for Miss M and another perfect attandance award...the doctor gave them both their flu shots today while we were there!
Til next time, I'll still be...
Being Brenda
Hubby has been working nights, so he has come home and gone right to bed in the morning.
This has meant I am getting both kids up, dressed, ready, fed and out the door for school - all by 7:40am.
Not typically a big deal. I've done this many, many times before.
(Now would be a good time to mention that during ALL of last school year, Miss M had perfect attendance and Drewby missed only two days with a stomach bug.)
So, Wednesday morning I go in to wake Drewby at the typical 6:30am.
He was so not in a good morning mood (which he typically is - he's my morning child)
There was fussing, and crying, and pulling the covers up over his head.
There was foot stomping, and more crying.
I. Was. Not. Happy. (nor was I the model mommy that morning - there was some yelling)
Finally - at 7:25am I had him ready for school.
Didn't leave me too much time to get him a good breakfast though.
Luckily, Miss M had stepped up and managed to get herself ready, hair brushed and pulled back, and ate something for breakfast - toaster strudel I think.
Wednsday night - bedtime was moved up to 8:00pm from 8:30 to try and compensate for his hard morning and hope it didn't happen again.
I should also mention - he was a little sniffly the last few days.
No fever. No whining. No complaining.
Just some nose-blowing, and maybe a cough, cough here or there.
So this morning I go in to wake Drewby around 6:30am.
Once again, he is uncooperative. Covers over head.
Crying. Lying on the floor.
I finally get him into the bathroom.
His eyes are red and puffy underneath. And not from crying.
And the nose-blowing continues.
But still no fever.
Another not so great morning.
But he goes to school today. I call the doctor's office and "he should be seen" is what they tell me.
So I pick Drewby and Miss M up from school early and head to the doctor's office.
Well, no wonder he has been Mr. Miserable in the morning!
He has a sinus infection and a full-blown ear infection. So much so, that the doctor invites me to look through the little scope thing-y to see the infected ear drum.
I. Am. A. Terrible. Mom.
He had none of those classic symptoms like when he was a baby and had ear infections.
No fever. No crying. No screams when lying down.
He never even said anything hurt.
I guess I am a little out of practice on the sick child front.
Then, to make my day even better, the doctor's office has this new (at least to me - remember no sick kids for the last 15 months - at least) electronic way to send prescriptions to the pharmacy.
The doc tells me that his 4 - yes, 4 - prescriptions are sent and will be waiting for me to pick up.
So, I bring the kids home to start homework.
And me, being me, decides to call the pharmacy and check on the 'scrips.
After pushing many buttons, I finally get a live person (although I didn't get her name - this will be important later).
Yes, the 'scrips are there and will be ready around 6pm.
Now, Miss M had cheerleading practice tonight, and as hubby is working - Drewby had to tag along. (Drewby also had football practice, and participated in some things but not all)
After practice - 7:30pm - we head to the pharmacy to pick up the 'scrips.
I hit the drive thru - you know, because it is me and two, tired kids.
Here's the conversation with the pharmacy tech:
PT: "Name"
Me:"Drewby"
After a bit of time looking
PT:"When did you drop it off?"
Me:"It was sent electronically around 3:30pm"
PT"We don't have any 'scrips for that name here"
Me:"I called to find out a time for pick up and was told yes the 'scrips were here and they would be ready by 6pm"
PT: (clearly annoyed) "Who did you talk to?"
Me: "I didn't get a name - it was a woman"
PT:"Please wait."
After a good 3-4 minutes the pharmacist comes to the window.
Yes she remembers seeing the 'scrips come in, someone asking when they would be ready by and telling them 90 minutes.
But they are nowhere now - would I mind waiting for about 10-15 minutes for the 'scrips to be reprocessed and prepared?
Would I mind - yes!
Did I have a choice - No!
So the kids and I park, go inside and wait. And wait.
We finally got home around 8:15pm.
And now, Drewby has a fever. Low grade, but still a fever.
Drewby took his medicine and went straight to bed. After blowing his nose for like 10 minutes straight.
I guess Drewby will not be getting perfect attendance this year either.
There is still hope for Miss M and another perfect attandance award...the doctor gave them both their flu shots today while we were there!
Til next time, I'll still be...
Being Brenda
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
And the Votes Are In!
So yesterday was Election Day at the kid's school.
All children heard speeches on Monday from the upper class mates running for Student Government President, Vice President, Secretary and Treasurer.
In their own classrooms, each candidate had to give a short speech about why they would make the best classroom rep to Student Government.
Miss M and Drewby both gave their campaigns their best effort.
Votes were cast on Tuesday and results were announced this morning.
At pick up this afternoon...the looks on their faces said it all.
Drewby and Miss M were both defeated by other students.
Miss M took the loss in stride...this was (after all) her 5th attempt at a Representative spot.
Drewby took the loss a little bit harder.
But he was pleased with the little girl who won for his classroom.
I was also very proud of Miss M.
She clapped for the winner of her class and made it a point to personally go over and congratulate her after the announcement.
Miss M actually seemed a bit shocked the other losing candidates did not do this.
Miss M is really growing into quite a young woman.
She has her moments when she shows us through her actions and words, that for the last 10 1/2 years she has been listening, and paying attention to know what is the right thing to do in situations.
It does appear that next year, Miss M will not be running for office again.
After 5 years, she is (finally) abandoning her political aspirations.
Drewby on the other hand, made it a point in the van to talk about how he will change his campaign for next year.
And how he hopes a certain little girl is NOT in his class next year!
At least we have a year to prepare....not that I am that organized!
Til next time, I'll still be...
Being Brenda
All children heard speeches on Monday from the upper class mates running for Student Government President, Vice President, Secretary and Treasurer.
In their own classrooms, each candidate had to give a short speech about why they would make the best classroom rep to Student Government.
Miss M and Drewby both gave their campaigns their best effort.
Votes were cast on Tuesday and results were announced this morning.
At pick up this afternoon...the looks on their faces said it all.
Drewby and Miss M were both defeated by other students.
Miss M took the loss in stride...this was (after all) her 5th attempt at a Representative spot.
Drewby took the loss a little bit harder.
But he was pleased with the little girl who won for his classroom.
I was also very proud of Miss M.
She clapped for the winner of her class and made it a point to personally go over and congratulate her after the announcement.
Miss M actually seemed a bit shocked the other losing candidates did not do this.
Miss M is really growing into quite a young woman.
She has her moments when she shows us through her actions and words, that for the last 10 1/2 years she has been listening, and paying attention to know what is the right thing to do in situations.
It does appear that next year, Miss M will not be running for office again.
After 5 years, she is (finally) abandoning her political aspirations.
Drewby on the other hand, made it a point in the van to talk about how he will change his campaign for next year.
And how he hopes a certain little girl is NOT in his class next year!
At least we have a year to prepare....not that I am that organized!
Til next time, I'll still be...
Being Brenda
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
A Final Celebration
As I celebrate my anniversary with my husband, we have been shocked into a reality we have not yet had to deal with.
My friend's husband passed away yesterday, after complications from the heart surgery.
She will now spend what would have been his 42nd birthday, celebrating his life one final time as she buries him.
She will not have the opportunity to celebrate their marriage again, as their anniversary would have been next week.
Instead of preparing for what should have been a week of birthday and anniversary celebrations, she is trying to figure out many other things.
Things my hubby and I have not really talked about.
Life insurance...where are the policies, how much, what terms.
Health insurance...how much longer will the kids be covered before having to get alternate insurance?
Mortgage insurance...do we have it? Is the mortgage paid off in this event?
Car payments...how much is still owed? What is the resale value?
Bank accounts, investment accounts...how many, where are they, passwords, value?
So while I celebrate with my husband, we both realize that there are things we need to discuss and prepare for.
While I am not looking forward to these discussions, I know they must be had. And I know, that should something happen to either one of us...it will help the other one of us get through an already difficult time.
Til next time, I'll still be...
Being Brenda
My friend's husband passed away yesterday, after complications from the heart surgery.
She will now spend what would have been his 42nd birthday, celebrating his life one final time as she buries him.
She will not have the opportunity to celebrate their marriage again, as their anniversary would have been next week.
Instead of preparing for what should have been a week of birthday and anniversary celebrations, she is trying to figure out many other things.
Things my hubby and I have not really talked about.
Life insurance...where are the policies, how much, what terms.
Health insurance...how much longer will the kids be covered before having to get alternate insurance?
Mortgage insurance...do we have it? Is the mortgage paid off in this event?
Car payments...how much is still owed? What is the resale value?
Bank accounts, investment accounts...how many, where are they, passwords, value?
So while I celebrate with my husband, we both realize that there are things we need to discuss and prepare for.
While I am not looking forward to these discussions, I know they must be had. And I know, that should something happen to either one of us...it will help the other one of us get through an already difficult time.
Til next time, I'll still be...
Being Brenda
To My Husband
Today, hubby and I celebrate 13 years of marriage.
There are times it feels like we have been together forever...and other times it seems like it cannot be 13 years already.
In celebration of this anniversary, I would like to take this time to list 13 things I love about my hubby.
1. He makes me laugh. Everyday.
2. He believes in me, even when I don't believe in myself.
3. He is a hard worker, and good provider.
4. His personality shines - brightly when needed, and allows me to shine as well.
5. His hugs....strong, close, and warm.
6. He is a wonderful father to our children.
7. His patience - with me, the kids, and life.
8. He gives more of himself than I could ever ask. From working with Miss M on math homework before he leaves for work, volunteering time to coach Drewby's football team to helping around the house when I am consumed with my depression/anxiety or volunteer duties.
9. His positive outlook on life (I could use some of that to rub off on me!)
10. He can cook!
11. He knows what little things mean the most to me...from foot rubs and back stratching to chocolate and sleeping in.
12. He accepts me as I am....whether my anxiety and depression are in full force, or under control.
And last, but certainly not least,
13. He loves me....unconditionally and totally, through all the good and bad times we've had....and all that are yet to come.
So, as I celebrate 13 years of marriage to this wonderful man of my dreams, I want to thank him...for all the things listed above, and all the things I haven't listed.
Thank you for the last 13 years of marriage, for giving me two wonderful children, and for all the little gifts, and large sacrifices.
I love you honey, and always will.
Til next time, I'll still be...
Happily married, and
Being Brenda
There are times it feels like we have been together forever...and other times it seems like it cannot be 13 years already.
In celebration of this anniversary, I would like to take this time to list 13 things I love about my hubby.
1. He makes me laugh. Everyday.
2. He believes in me, even when I don't believe in myself.
3. He is a hard worker, and good provider.
4. His personality shines - brightly when needed, and allows me to shine as well.
5. His hugs....strong, close, and warm.
6. He is a wonderful father to our children.
7. His patience - with me, the kids, and life.
8. He gives more of himself than I could ever ask. From working with Miss M on math homework before he leaves for work, volunteering time to coach Drewby's football team to helping around the house when I am consumed with my depression/anxiety or volunteer duties.
9. His positive outlook on life (I could use some of that to rub off on me!)
10. He can cook!
11. He knows what little things mean the most to me...from foot rubs and back stratching to chocolate and sleeping in.
12. He accepts me as I am....whether my anxiety and depression are in full force, or under control.
And last, but certainly not least,
13. He loves me....unconditionally and totally, through all the good and bad times we've had....and all that are yet to come.
So, as I celebrate 13 years of marriage to this wonderful man of my dreams, I want to thank him...for all the things listed above, and all the things I haven't listed.
Thank you for the last 13 years of marriage, for giving me two wonderful children, and for all the little gifts, and large sacrifices.
I love you honey, and always will.
Til next time, I'll still be...
Happily married, and
Being Brenda
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Continued Prayers
On Friday I posted about some misfortunes to the hubbies of two of my dear friends, as well as my mom.
My mom is still in pain; however, she is moving around - although slowly. She never did go to the doctor or ER.
I have not heard back from my friend whose hubby was in the car accident.
I do know her hubby is home. They have a hospital bed set up in their family room for him, and home nurses are coming daily to help her with his care.
We continue to pray for this family daily.
My dear friend, and neighbor just left my house.
Her hubby is still in the hospital, after emergency open heart surgery from an aortic tear.
He is awake now, but has suffered from some complications, which they are hoping will resolve themselves.
His kidneys are not functioning properly, although they are functioning which is a good sign.
He is also having difficulty moving his right side, as well as speaking. The doctors have stated that speech is controlled by the same area/side of the brain as right side movement, and that this will come in time, along with some therapy.
Please continue keeping these dear friends of mine in your prayers.
They are both amazing women, and have families to continue caring for as well as husband's now needing more than all their wives have to give.
Til next time, I'll still be...
Being Brenda
My mom is still in pain; however, she is moving around - although slowly. She never did go to the doctor or ER.
I have not heard back from my friend whose hubby was in the car accident.
I do know her hubby is home. They have a hospital bed set up in their family room for him, and home nurses are coming daily to help her with his care.
We continue to pray for this family daily.
My dear friend, and neighbor just left my house.
Her hubby is still in the hospital, after emergency open heart surgery from an aortic tear.
He is awake now, but has suffered from some complications, which they are hoping will resolve themselves.
His kidneys are not functioning properly, although they are functioning which is a good sign.
He is also having difficulty moving his right side, as well as speaking. The doctors have stated that speech is controlled by the same area/side of the brain as right side movement, and that this will come in time, along with some therapy.
Please continue keeping these dear friends of mine in your prayers.
They are both amazing women, and have families to continue caring for as well as husband's now needing more than all their wives have to give.
Til next time, I'll still be...
Being Brenda
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Playing Favorites
I am in a very awkward situation.
When hubby and I got married, nearly 13 years ago, I knew I was not favored by my future in-laws.
I came from a single parent household, was a well-educated, and a self-sufficient young woman.
I had a career.
My husband openly admitted to me he was the first-born (of 5 kids) in his family, but so not the favorite.
My in-laws did not welcome me openly into their family.
Matter of fact, the picture of hubby and I on our wedding day with his family places he and I in the back row. You cannot even see my whole face!
Basically you see my eyes and veil.
Yes, this picture still hangs in their living room.
It has, to say the least, made for some awkward family gatherings.
Fast forward to the present day.
Miss M is the oldest of my in-laws grandchildren, and is the only grand-daughter.
Drewby is the third born grandchild.
There are currently 6 grandchildren, with two more on the way.
Here is my predicament.
Drewby plays flag football every Saturday morning at 9:30am.
Emily cheers every Sunday at 2pm. Field hockey games are only played at two tournaments all fall, one was last weekend, one is the end of October.
Now, hubby's next youngest brother, has 3 boys. Two, M and J play soccer. Every Saturday and Sunday.
My in-laws also watch these boys and their younger brother, three days a week - and always have.
So here was my conversation with Drewby today.
D: "Mommy, are grandma and grandpa coming to my game today?"
Me: "Oh, I don't know sweety"
Hubby: "I don't know. I haven't heard from or talked to my parents all week."
(Let me digress here for a moment. I think this says TONS about hubby's relationship with his parents. I cannot imagine going a whole week without talking to my mom at least once. My dad is a different story altogether, for another time.)
D: "But why don't they come see my games. They go to M and J's games every weekend."
Here is where I, as well as hubby, were stumped.
We didn't realize Drewby, in his nearly 7 years of life, would be so aware of this fact.
My in-laws play favorites.
And my kids aren't it.
Miss M has made the same observation.
To date, my in-laws have come to one of Miss M's games to see her cheer (arrived late and left right after half-time), one of Drewby's football games, and one of her field hockey games.
Some weekends, they go to up to two or three soccer games for the nephews.
I am trying to be a bigger person and find a way to explain the in-laws behavior to my kids.
However, I am really getting tired of not only having the in-laws treat me poorly, but now my kids.
Hubby claims that his parents are not "football" people.
Really?
It's their grandkids. I don't think it should matter what they are playing.
So I figure I have a few options here:
1) Continue status quo and just tell my kids that grandma and grandpa had other plans and couldn't make it even though they do ( cough, cough) try.
2) Tell the kids as it is. Grandma and grandpa prefer to go see M and J because they (like them better) play soccer, and that it a sport they like to watch.
3) Have Miss M and Drewby ask grandma and grandpa this question themselves. And see what is said.
or 4) Call my in-laws and give them a piece of my mind!
Numbers 2 and 4 would probably start an argument with hubby, so not the way I want to go.
Number 1 is what I have been doing and am really tired of it.
So, I am left thinking Number 3 it is.
Actually, I would like to just make a point of NOT involving my in-laws is any way in our lives, but I don't think that is an option.
Hubby stays pretty low key over this, as he is used to having favorites played.
He firmly believes in just accepting his parents, and the way they treat our kids, and having our kids do the same.
What do you think?
Til next time, I'll still be...
Being Brenda
When hubby and I got married, nearly 13 years ago, I knew I was not favored by my future in-laws.
I came from a single parent household, was a well-educated, and a self-sufficient young woman.
I had a career.
My husband openly admitted to me he was the first-born (of 5 kids) in his family, but so not the favorite.
My in-laws did not welcome me openly into their family.
Matter of fact, the picture of hubby and I on our wedding day with his family places he and I in the back row. You cannot even see my whole face!
Basically you see my eyes and veil.
Yes, this picture still hangs in their living room.
It has, to say the least, made for some awkward family gatherings.
Fast forward to the present day.
Miss M is the oldest of my in-laws grandchildren, and is the only grand-daughter.
Drewby is the third born grandchild.
There are currently 6 grandchildren, with two more on the way.
Here is my predicament.
Drewby plays flag football every Saturday morning at 9:30am.
Emily cheers every Sunday at 2pm. Field hockey games are only played at two tournaments all fall, one was last weekend, one is the end of October.
Now, hubby's next youngest brother, has 3 boys. Two, M and J play soccer. Every Saturday and Sunday.
My in-laws also watch these boys and their younger brother, three days a week - and always have.
So here was my conversation with Drewby today.
D: "Mommy, are grandma and grandpa coming to my game today?"
Me: "Oh, I don't know sweety"
Hubby: "I don't know. I haven't heard from or talked to my parents all week."
(Let me digress here for a moment. I think this says TONS about hubby's relationship with his parents. I cannot imagine going a whole week without talking to my mom at least once. My dad is a different story altogether, for another time.)
D: "But why don't they come see my games. They go to M and J's games every weekend."
Here is where I, as well as hubby, were stumped.
We didn't realize Drewby, in his nearly 7 years of life, would be so aware of this fact.
My in-laws play favorites.
And my kids aren't it.
Miss M has made the same observation.
To date, my in-laws have come to one of Miss M's games to see her cheer (arrived late and left right after half-time), one of Drewby's football games, and one of her field hockey games.
Some weekends, they go to up to two or three soccer games for the nephews.
I am trying to be a bigger person and find a way to explain the in-laws behavior to my kids.
However, I am really getting tired of not only having the in-laws treat me poorly, but now my kids.
Hubby claims that his parents are not "football" people.
Really?
It's their grandkids. I don't think it should matter what they are playing.
So I figure I have a few options here:
1) Continue status quo and just tell my kids that grandma and grandpa had other plans and couldn't make it even though they do ( cough, cough) try.
2) Tell the kids as it is. Grandma and grandpa prefer to go see M and J because they (like them better) play soccer, and that it a sport they like to watch.
3) Have Miss M and Drewby ask grandma and grandpa this question themselves. And see what is said.
or 4) Call my in-laws and give them a piece of my mind!
Numbers 2 and 4 would probably start an argument with hubby, so not the way I want to go.
Number 1 is what I have been doing and am really tired of it.
So, I am left thinking Number 3 it is.
Actually, I would like to just make a point of NOT involving my in-laws is any way in our lives, but I don't think that is an option.
Hubby stays pretty low key over this, as he is used to having favorites played.
He firmly believes in just accepting his parents, and the way they treat our kids, and having our kids do the same.
What do you think?
Til next time, I'll still be...
Being Brenda
Friday, October 3, 2008
Prayer Request
This week has been a roller coaster.
I found out early in the week that a close friend's husband had been in a severe car accident.
Thanks to God, and his seatbelt, he is still alive; although he has a very long road to recovery. His wife is currently pregnant with their third child, on partial bedrest, so it is a very difficult time for her.
We have been praying for their family all week.
Then mid-week, we received some wonderful news.
Let me back track.
My sister-in-law is expecting twins. She is 19 weeks along.
About 9 weeks ago, she began having problems and it was discovered she had a hematoma (sp?) between one placenta and her uterus.
She was placed on complete bedrest.
This week, she went for another ultra-sound. The hematoma has been absorbed and is no longer a threat to the babies!
That was great news!
Fast forward to Wednesday night.
Hubby was home as it was his night off, and I was at a Home & School board meeting.
When I got home, hubby told my to place my key to our neighbor's (and friends) house under her front door mat. I asked him why.
Her hubby, who also works night shift (although somewhere different from my hubby) was rushed to the hospital from work.
She dropped her kids off at home from football practice with her house keys, and went to the hospital.
Until her oldest son got home from work, I was watching her 3 boys.
We heard nothing from her until the next morning.
She called at 7:25am on Thursday to ask for our prayers.
Her husband suffered an aortic tear and was in open heart surgery.
They gave him a 50/50 chance to live. He is 41. (This, I believe, is the same thing responsible for the death of actor John Ritter because his was not diagnosed in time)
My neighbor's hubby did survive the operation but his condition is still critical. He is in a drug induced coma at least through tomorrow to keep his blood pressure down.
And now tonight, I received a call from Lizzie, my mom.
She is home, in bed, having thrown her back out at work.
While she has had issues with her back for years, she told me on the phone that this is different pain. She is in pain lying in bed, but can barely stand or walk at all.
However, she will not go to the ER until tomorrow - despite my urging otherwise.
So, I ask for your prayers....
For the husband's of two of my dear friends - that they have full and speedy recoveries, at least as speedy as can safely be done.
For my two friends - to have the strength to continue being wonderful wives and moms, while handling everything which accompanies supporting their husbands through these difficult times.
For my sister-in-law - that all continues going well and the babies are healthy
And for my mom...that whatever is wrong with her back, is nothing serious and she recovers quickly.
I truly believe in the power of prayer....and any additional prayers from the blogosphere can only help these people close to me.
Til next time, I'll still be....
Being Brenda
I found out early in the week that a close friend's husband had been in a severe car accident.
Thanks to God, and his seatbelt, he is still alive; although he has a very long road to recovery. His wife is currently pregnant with their third child, on partial bedrest, so it is a very difficult time for her.
We have been praying for their family all week.
Then mid-week, we received some wonderful news.
Let me back track.
My sister-in-law is expecting twins. She is 19 weeks along.
About 9 weeks ago, she began having problems and it was discovered she had a hematoma (sp?) between one placenta and her uterus.
She was placed on complete bedrest.
This week, she went for another ultra-sound. The hematoma has been absorbed and is no longer a threat to the babies!
That was great news!
Fast forward to Wednesday night.
Hubby was home as it was his night off, and I was at a Home & School board meeting.
When I got home, hubby told my to place my key to our neighbor's (and friends) house under her front door mat. I asked him why.
Her hubby, who also works night shift (although somewhere different from my hubby) was rushed to the hospital from work.
She dropped her kids off at home from football practice with her house keys, and went to the hospital.
Until her oldest son got home from work, I was watching her 3 boys.
We heard nothing from her until the next morning.
She called at 7:25am on Thursday to ask for our prayers.
Her husband suffered an aortic tear and was in open heart surgery.
They gave him a 50/50 chance to live. He is 41. (This, I believe, is the same thing responsible for the death of actor John Ritter because his was not diagnosed in time)
My neighbor's hubby did survive the operation but his condition is still critical. He is in a drug induced coma at least through tomorrow to keep his blood pressure down.
And now tonight, I received a call from Lizzie, my mom.
She is home, in bed, having thrown her back out at work.
While she has had issues with her back for years, she told me on the phone that this is different pain. She is in pain lying in bed, but can barely stand or walk at all.
However, she will not go to the ER until tomorrow - despite my urging otherwise.
So, I ask for your prayers....
For the husband's of two of my dear friends - that they have full and speedy recoveries, at least as speedy as can safely be done.
For my two friends - to have the strength to continue being wonderful wives and moms, while handling everything which accompanies supporting their husbands through these difficult times.
For my sister-in-law - that all continues going well and the babies are healthy
And for my mom...that whatever is wrong with her back, is nothing serious and she recovers quickly.
I truly believe in the power of prayer....and any additional prayers from the blogosphere can only help these people close to me.
Til next time, I'll still be....
Being Brenda
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