What I’m Reading

I’m trying to read more print, and less on a screen. I chose some books to read during Lent. One is a Lenten journal and study guide, one is more of a memoir that was given to me by a friend, one is a memoir I heard about from the Hope Heals ministry (love them, and the whole story behind it), one is historical fiction, one book is about female saints throughout the ages, and of course, the Bible. I’m going to try to read some every day. That doesn’t sound very hard. It shouldn’t be, but a lot of times, I’m simply too tired to concentrate! Closing my eyes, or letting someone else distract me by staring at a screen is easier. Using my mind to take in new facts or opinions and then process them takes more energy! I am looking forward to seeing what these authors have to say. I read the Bible regularly, because I have an app on my phone! Time to go back to the old way, and just hold a book in my hands. I enjoy it, and it is a different experience than screen time. You know?

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I started the memoir by Kate Bowler first. Wow. I had to put it down after about forty-five minutes. It’s something that I will have to digest in small pieces. She is a professor at Duke University, and she was diagnosed with Stage IV colon cancer. She did her dissertation on the American philosophy of the “prosperity gospel.” I have done a lot of soul searching a prayer in my life, but especially since August 2016. I’ve been surrounded by people with many different views on the gospel and what it teaches about healing. It’s something that I continue to study, and pray about.

My friend Rebekah sent me the book/memoir by Lauren Chandler called Steadfast Love.  I picked it up last night. It too, deals with illness and spirituality. So far, it is a little easier to read!

I got this copy of the Bible when I was in Emory Hospital. That was a very difficult time for me. A visitor brought it to me, and I slept with it beside me ever since. The other books, I got from Amazon.

The study guide, “She Who Believed”, is from an organization called Blessed is She. I just opened it in the mail, so I have yet to read one page! We will see how this all goes, and I’ll report back some honest feedback in a few weeks.

What are you reading? What did you like? Not like? I like fiction as well! For now, I am staying away from dark and dreary!

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Around here, we have decorated the house with heart streamers, artwork brought home from preschool, and homemade cards from the past couple of weeks.   This time last year, I was in a haze, bedridden, and barely functioning. This year, I am in a better place, but I am by no means “supermom.” There are no elaborate meal plans, homemade valentines for each classmate, rhyming hand-painted cards, etc. For Lent, I had the best of intentions. I wanted to make a Lenten calendar for the family, with cut out crosses or symbols for each day to mark our progress through this church season. I would have loved to have special Christian books for each child, to guide them in an age appropriate way. We have a tree, with ornaments that correspond to Bible verses, that lead up to Easter. It’s in the basement somewhere.

Comparison is the thief of joy, and unfortunately I let it steal my joy from time to time. It’s easy to look around at other families and think that they “do” more than I do. I can look back at my own life and compare where I am now, to where I was then. I had the energy to cook more, and buy the supplies for elaborate crafts for each season/holiday.  This year, I managed to get each child’s class some valentine’s from Oriental Trading Company. I got the sale items, and not the $8/child soft friends holding various flavors of chocolate! For Lent, I do not have anything special around the house- no calendar, special new books, or great plans to obtain either item.

This year, we celebrated Valentine’s Day a day early, on Shrove Tuesday. I wanted to start Lent on Ash Wednesday, and it wasn’t a stretch to tell the kids we were going to do something special a day early. They ended up eating pancakes for two meals that day! They got little trickets from James and me. The biggest hits were bracelets from The Mermaid Pillow Company. It wouldn’t be a holiday here without something from Star Wars! The three middle boys got little lightsabers, and Eli the Wildman got a Darth Vader hat.  As far as cards go, we save some money there and buy them in bulk. I got a 6-pack of identical generic cards, and James and I wrote each child a letter. Valentine’s Day for us, is a chance to celebrate as a family, have a little chocolate, talk about our love for each other and our heavenly father’s love for us.

 

I put more pressure on myself to make Lent an “event.” Gosh, I realize how stupid that sounds as I write it! What if I don’t teach the kids ENOUGH? What if they don’t grow up to appreciate the meaning of Lent, and it’s MY fault? Shouldn’t I have visual props around the house, intellectual reading material, and schedule of holy happenings for the next 6 weeks, that we can attend and check off of a list? Won’t that make me a better mother? I feel better than I did last year, so I should be DOING more to show everyone else what is inside my heart.

When I really dig deep, and look at these sentiments, I realize I haven’t learned as much as I should have this past year and a half! Did I not learn that a person’s worth isn’t defined by how much they accomplish in a day? As a wife and mother, my worth does not lie in what I make for dinner, what kind of Valentine’s I buy, or what I do/make/create for Lent for our home. It is so easy to get sucked back in to my old way of looking at the world and my life. It’s easy to compare myself with other people, who have never walked a mile, or even a few steps, in my shoes. Shoes that are more often than not, slippers, because I am home most of the time. I’m still not strong enough physically to run a lot of errands, go exploring the outdoors, or even drive a lot of carpools. Why am I so hard on myself? Why, before Lent even started, did I feel like I wasn’t doing it right?

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What did we do for Valentine’s Day? There wasn’t a fancy date for my husband and I, there were homemade pancakes. He made them for the whole family, while I laid on the couch, ice packs on my feet. We hugged and loved on the kids, turned off the tv (Olympics and news!) and played charades. We sat around the dinner table in the evening and talked about almsgiving, praying, and fasting. It wasn’t a memorable oration by any stretch. It was interrupted about 72 times by someone asking for water, a napkin, or more syrup. I hope, James and I got the point across, that Lent should be a time to open your heart to God. Open your heart and soul and let God in even more. What does that look like? I think it’s different for everyone. For small children, visual and tactile examples of sacrifice are helpful. We have two jars. Both start out empty. One, we put any money that we find, or they earn, inside. That is our “almsgiving” for the kids. The other, has a small basket full of beans next to it. For every extra good deed or sacrifice we make, we get to put a bean in the jar. I got that idea from another mom, here!

At the end of Lent, the unremarkable brown beans are switched for bright, colorful jelly beans on Easter morning! Our kids get to eat them- which might be the only part they actually remember? The point is supposed to be- your sacrifices, and kind deeds matter. We want to emulate Jesus, and on the day that he rose, they get to see the fruits of their labor turn in to something beautiful and edible!

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Valentine’s Day and Lent coincided this year. How fitting. Love. The most perfect example the world has ever known was Jesus, and that he gave his life for us. He gave His life, so that we would know just how loved we are by a heavenly father.  This Lent, my goal is to redirect my heart away from what I think I should be focusing on. I want to open my soul, my ears, and listen. That requires me to get out of the way, and let God do His work. It isn’t a 6-week diet, it isn’t a 6-week house purge and cleaning, although there’s nothing wrong with eating healthier and cleaning out clutter. God wants my soul and my heart. Much easier said than done. Clearly, the lessons he taught me were forgotten pretty quickly, when I started comparing myself to others and what I thought I should be doing.

My life is supposed to look like Amy- and no one else. In order to open up my heart more, one of my goals is to put away distractions- to recognize them for what they are, and put them away. I want to live in the moment more, be present. We started the season with attending church, all eight of us, and my parents met us at church. I brought a zero gravity chair, and sat in the back, because that’s the only way I can “sit” through a service.  Ashes and Holy Eucharist are an uplifting experience for the whole family. I vowed to listen more, notice. I am going to be reading more books, and I ordered a Lenten study guide from Blessed is She. I love Lent- I look forward to it every year. It’s the chance to start fresh, and punch the reset button! One other thing that helps me be present, is to give up shopping. We buy food, the essentials, but I do my best to stop shopping, completely, until Easter. It’s amazing how many little things I buy, that I think I “need”, but I could do without. What is essential to life? What am I filling my life with, that is because I saw someone else have it, I saw an ad for it, I thought it looked interesting? Yesterday, I thought, oh, I want to buy Aidan something that he doesn’t have, that other children have. It isn’t expensive. I paused and realized what I was doing. The need to consume, buy, fill our lives with clutter. Deep breath! I stopped myself. It’s harder than I think! Every year:)

I am so blessed. That doesn’t mean lucky, it doesn’t mean my life is easy. Even the difficult, painful days are a blessing. Why? I can think of a few reasons. Pain makes me hold still. Reflect. Stop trying to accomplish physical tasks, release my idea of a perfect house/homeschool/wardrobe/menu plan, etc. The difficult days make me clear my mind and just focus on being in the present moment. I pray more! I think of others, and their needs and I pray for them. See? See how a “bad” day can be used as a blessing? I repeat, that does not equal pleasant or necessarily enjoyable! A blessing is something that someone needs, that they might not even realize! But God does.

So, it’s time for me to get out of the way, clear my mind, and my heart, and let God do the work. He’s so much better at it than I am anyway.

The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From the Tree

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Summer 2014

My plan was to just jump right in and lament my stress over science fair season! However, I can understand how some parents might not be able to relate at all, because their children have different goals than mine do, when it comes to these things. An introduction is in order! I have to put this stress over the science fair into context- it isn’t just science, or projects, it’s BOTH with this particular child.  He is my oldest, the most like me in personality, and I think he hung the moon (not because he’s like me, just because he’s that special!).

aidan 1 His 10th birthday, 2017

The name “Aidan” means “fiery one,” after St. Aidan. He was a cool guy- read about him if you get the chance!  I’m sure anyone could write for hours and hours about someone or thing that they love. Same with me. I’m not even sure how to par this down! Each family has unique dynamics, and in our large family, his personality affects how the younger ones fall into place. Aidan is, I would say, an “alpha” male or personality. He’s a natural leader (he’s been accused of being bossy by his younger counterparts), Type A (like me), and a bright kid. He started kindergarten when he was 4, and he walked to school everyday- usually without one of his parents- as part of a “walking schoolbus” in our neighborhood. We lived in Michigan that year for James’s fellowship, so our little guy was walking in snow for at least 6 months out of that year!

Like me, he sees the world in black and white, not shades of gray. There is a right way, and a wrong. There are definitely pro’s and cons to this personality trait! We are horrible liars- he couldn’t tell a fib if his life depended on it.  It also makes us rigid in how we like to do things, such as cleaning a certain way, bedtimes, meals, rules, etc. He is like me, times ten. As an adult, marriage has softened my edges and refined my character a great deal. I had to learn how to compromise more, and that there are two ways of doing things! My way isn’t always right:) Aidan, bless him, has an unwavering moral compass, and a tendency to be hard on people who are not in line with him, like his siblings! I think that having a large family is WONDERFUL for us. The sibling nearest in age to him, Rose, could not be more different. She doesn’t kowtow to his demands, she stands her ground like Wonder Woman, and isn’t intimidated by his skills, book-smarts, or sharp wit. It is SO good for him, to have her as his “foil” in our home. God put these special human beings in one place, so that we could all learn from each other, benefit and love one another. Someone’s weakness is another one’s strength. We talk openly about how each person has unique gifts, and that we can’t compare ourselves to others.

Wrestling as babies, Rose cheering him on in his first youth triathlon 2017

For instance, I have never, ever seen anyone with a memory like Rose. She can hear or read something once and recite it perfectly. I don’t know the exact criteria for a photographic memory, but she has got to be close. It’s astounding. Aidan and Rose both attend a children’s ministry group called Awana on Wednesday evenings. They are supposed to memorize Bible verses. Rose can memorize hers in under 5 minutes. Aidan is like a normal person, and has to practice for a while. This irks him to no end! He is very, very, very, did I say VERY competitive?? Everything, his whole life, has been a competition. Brushing teeth, I mean, who can compete when they brush their teeth?? Apparently he can. He does his the “right” way. When he was teeny tiny, his first word was “ball” and a love was born. As a plump, Buddha-esque baby of 8 months, he would sit on the floor and throw a softball to me, over and over again. If I got up to take a break, he would YELL his little blond head off, until I returned and we started again. Always with his left hand. I’m a lefty too:)

   Holding the ball from his first out-of-the-park homerun! Visiting Turner Field, 1995 Braves World Series Trophy

He loved to play baseball in the yard with James from the time he could walk. He would have make-shift bases made out of moss. I’m not kidding- he would slide into second base, which was a giant tree with gnarly roots, and tear up his leg!  Aidan would stand up, with cuts and blood, tears streaming down his little face. “I’m SAFE!!” I would explain EVERY TIME that daddy was NOT going to tag him out, he didn’t have to slide! I didn’t matter what I said…he was not taking any chances. There was no way he was going to lose to dad!  We laugh about that all of the time now. He thinks it’s the funniest thing ever.

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Palm Sunday, 2014 I think, playing the role of Jesus

His intense personality spread to other areas of life. He is known and has always been known for his love of food. I know, plenty of kids love treats and are “good eaters.” He’s in a category by himself. When he was little, as my first child, I had all of these goals of things I wanted to do with him to be a “perfect” mom. I took him to story time at the library- like he would actually listen at 13 months. I remember, some kid opened up a cheese stick, and it was all over. He screamed at the top of his lungs because someone else was having a snack. We couldn’t go anywhere for almost three years, where other people were eating.  Restaurants were off limits, because every time a waiter walked by with food for someone else, he hit the roof. Again, he thinks these stories are just HILARIOUS now. He would eat anything- and I mean anything. His physique was, shall we say, sturdy?  Then, around 6 years old, his eating did not slow down at all, but the chunk turned to muscle. Why can’t that be a trait from me?? Why?! How does that happen??

   First summer on swim team, he won Coach’s Award for his age group! 2017

He has six-pack abs, rounded biceps, legs that look like a sprinter. I do NOT have any of those qualities. Darn shame it is, I tell ya. He still loves baseball more than the air he breaths. Everything about the game- the smell of fresh cut grass, warm-ups, the sound of a bat cracking when it makes contact in the sweet spot, pitching a perfect strike, and of course, sliding!! We always watch the World Series together. In 2016, for his October birthday, I got the two of us seats right behind home plate, when the Braves were playing the Tigers- last game at Turner Field. I couldn’t go, because of the pain from my August surgery. That was right before I ended up being transferred to Emory for the full work up and mesh removal. My heart broke that I missed that with him. He still got to go though!

He is so responsible, and helpful around here. Every morning, when I am too sore to get up quickly, he hears the baby making noises in her crib, and he gets her for me. He will bring a warm bottle in for me, and help me get her changed. He helps his little siblings get dressed when they can’t find the button holes:), and he loves learning how to cook. Every since he was little, I thought he was cut out for the military. He thrives on structure and rules, and he appreciates boundaries. His sense of fairness rivals a Supreme Court justice anyday. His competitive streak does not come from me though- the blue eyes, dimples, dominant left hand, rigid take on right and wrong- that’s all me. I wish the six-pack abs were, but alas, those are definitely not mine either! My husband loves sports, but the killer instinct to win everything- that is all his own. Aidan was born with the desire to win every race, hit every ball out of the park, and WIN at the science fair.

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His first science fair, he did the project all by himself, 3rd grade

Now, on to the topic of the day- his science fair project! He’s very math and science oriented, like daddy. He loves math and breezes through. I worked hard in math, and did well, but it was not a breeze for me! He comes to me a week or so ago and asks, seriously, “Mama, can I split an atom for my science project?” Absentmindedly, I replied, “No hun, that’s kind of dangerous.” “But I’ll do it in the kitchen!” I have NO idea why that would make it safer? I firmly explained why we could NOT split any atoms, anywhere in the house. A few days later…”Mama, could we get a sample of polio from a lab, infect an animal, and observe it?” “Oh my gosh, NOOO!!” Not to be completely deterred, “Ok, what about an insect then?”

I had to get to the bottom of why he was coming up with these outlandish topics. Why couldn’t we just watch a sandwich get moldy? Build a potato battery or something like that?! I asked, but I should have known without asking, “Mom, I have never WON the science fair! I can’t do just ANYTHING, it has to be AMAZING!!” Ok, no pressure or anything. Daddy and I had a family meeting and came up with some ideas that didn’t involve killing a lot of people, and I think we finally settled on a topic today!! Oh thank goodness. The stress of trying to pick a topic was unpleasant. Aidan gets so into things- he doesn’t do anything 50%, he only knows 100%- which is wonderful, but when mom is running on an empty tank, and dad has successfully fought off the flu and been sleeping for a week straight, we are just plain tired!

I’ll have to post some pictures of the finished topic. I love that kid. We can finish each other’s sentences, read each other’s thoughts. I love my children equally, but not the same. Each one of them is SO different. I would have thought that they would take after each other, share some traits. Nope. God gave us 6 individuals who could have been from different planets. I absolutely love that. It made each pregnancy that much more exciting- seeing how different and special each new life would be. Aidan, you are my fiery one. Never lose your fire! Never lose your sense of justice, and your love for all things good and pure and righteous. God has big plans for you buddy!

 

Keeping the faith

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The “before” picture. After Lana was born, we had professional pictures taken. I had no intention of being in them, but she wouldn’t stop crying so the photog told me to jump in. I’m SO glad that I did! Hence the ponytail:)

I was contacted recently by a journalist in New York City. She asked if she could interview me for a story on pudendal neuralgia. I knew that would mean opening old wounds, bearing my soul for the general public, and going over humiliation after humiliation for anyone to stumble on. I have been brought so low, so many times, I’m almost immune to it now- almost. I’ve discussed my private parts a hundred times- at least, suffered treatments that were as painful as the injury it self, been shamed for taking medication as directed, and told there was no “cure” for my neuropathy. Through it all, my sweet James stood by my side, and my parents worked so hard to keep our household from falling apart.

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The morning of my surgery. Blissfully ignorant. Low risk, thought I would wake up in about an hour, good to go.

I agreed to the interview, knowing that everything that I said wouldn’t make it into print, gory details are the most interesting to read, and that it would definitely be one more humiliation to add to my long list. Truth is, I wanted to share because ever since the beginning, I kept saying to myself “if I ever feel well enough, I want to be a patient advocate. I want to help other people.” Not everyone has a James, and not everyone has parents, a sister, friends, neighbors, and a church family like I do. This experience would have ended very differently had I been alone. There was a woman in a support group that I joined for a while, who killed herself earlier last year. Her story isn’t that unusual unfortunately. Chronic pain is isolating. I know several people whose marriages dissolved because of health struggles. Friendships change and people feel so alone. I am so incredibly fortunate to have the world’s best friends. I don’t see them as often, but they have visited me here at home and while I was in the hospital. I have had meals delivered for a year and a half (not every night of course, but regularly).

I felt like it was my responsibility to share some, so that someone reading the article, wouldn’t feel so alone. Maybe, one medical student would randomly see the article and think, “hmm… maybe I should look into pain management, and chronic pelvic pain.” It’s poorly understood and studied- there are plenty of opportunities to find patients I can assure you!  Every person with PN doesn’t have all of the same symptoms. Some of the symptoms described in the article apply to me, and some do not.

I could write for days about the spiritual journey that this has been. I will write about faith regularly. It is part of my daily life, my stream of consciousness, my conversations throughout the day, and my decision making process. At the beginning, everything felt like a bad dream. Surely, this isn’t for real? I will wake up? This horror will pass? I actually thought- I have had my “quota” of suffering for the year. You see, before my surgery, I had a difficult pregnancy. I suffered from hyperemesis gravidarum, and migraines that were so severe, I was treated by a neurologist the entire time, and hospitalized a few times. I was bedridden from the nausea and headache pain- it was blinding. I thought, I have suffered so much lately! That is ENOUGH, and this new fresh h-e-l-l has to pass, soon, right? My thoughts also were along the lines of “I’m a ‘good’ person, not an ax murderer, I have 6 kids to take care of, I’m young, this can’t be real. I have to get better! This sort of thing can’t just ruin my life- I don’t believe it.”

Oh Amy. I knew the folly of my train of thought, but I couldn’t stop the freight train of anger and justifying my conclusions to God. He had to be wrong, it had to be a mistake. If I prayed the “right” way, said the right things, the pain would pass, and I could have my old life back! Wrong, wrong, wrong. Through MUCH prayer- I mean constant, soul searching, scripture searching, and just plain crying…I knew deep down that our Lord isn’t a magic genie in a bottle. You don’t say the right words and He grants you your wish. It doesn’t matter how nice you are, or how many kids you have, no one is immune to suffering. To think for one second that anyone has quota that can be met…is ridiculous, and complete arrogance on my part. Suffering doesn’t only happen to the “bad” guys. There are so many people around the world who know pain, what made me so special that I should be immune?

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This was taken before one of the several procedures in Michigan, where I lived for a month. I tried a new type of neuromodulator that ultimately failed. I was forcing a smile, because we were sending the picture to my kids. I didn’t want them to know how scared I was.

God never guaranteed anyone an easy life. HE is enough, that’s sort of the whole point. I can read that over and over, but unless I have lived it- everything else is gone, and all I’m left with is faith, I didn’t internalize it. This suffering, even in the extreme, is temporary. There were so many times that I didn’t pray to live, I prayed that the Lord would let me come home sooner- right then. I couldn’t see around the pain in the moment, couldn’t think five minutes in advance. I begged him to let me go. He, obviously, said “no my child, you are stronger than you think, hang in there.” I know what a dark valley is- one with no light, no directions, just the knowledge that I am supposed to trust. I am supposed to put one foot in front of the other and keep going in the dark. If I do that, trust blindly, I will see more clearly than I ever have before in my life- but not on my time, on His.

I’m not going to link to the article- it’s live, and being well read! I’d rather my kids not read some of those vocab words just yet:)

My grace is sufficient for you (2 Corinthians 12:9)

My Idea of a “Good Time”

Last Monday, January 15th, we traveled as a family to Nashville, TN so that I could see a pelvic pain specialist. I have never taken a trip to see a doctor, with the kids before. I have traveled many, many times with my husband or one of my parents. I can’t drive myself, so they would drive me and I would recline the seat all the way back and lie flat as we drove hours and hours, in hopes of finding someone who could help me. I don’t pack light! I have a cooler with ice packs, bag of medicine, multiple pillows, and lots of warm clothes, because I am cold all of the time now. It’s stressful- leaving my comfort zone, traveling in pain, wondering if I will have a flare, be able to sleep, etc. I always get nervous ahead of time. I have left the kids so many times- I think I’ve been gone at least 4 months, out of the past 16 months. I miss them so much, and despite the stress of going places with them, James and I decided that this time, it was worth it to go together. That was huge for me. I felt strong enough to bring them along!

James had vacation this week, and the kids had Martin Luther King Jr. Day off from school. As it turns out, they had the whole week off, because of some snowflakes in Georgia, AGAIN! Yes, that marks twice in the same winter that we have gotten snow in GA. Woohoo! If you haven’t seen the Holderness family video about Southern families in the snow, you should! I’m not sure about copyrights and if I’m allowed to post it here? Please, google that one! Every word is true:) We told the kids that they were going to go to Tennessee, and stay at an airbnb place. Well, you would have thought that we were taking them to Paris or something. EVERYONE they saw heard “GUESS WHAT?!! We are going to TENNESSEE!!!!” It was the most exotic, fantastic place they had ever heard of! Haha. What made it so special, is that they had always been left behind when I went on another quest for medical care. To be included! Oh, boy was it a big deal! Team Whitaker was together and it was going to be an adventure, wherever we went!

I went to see Dr. Barry Jarnigan in Franklin, TN. We are acquainted with with him and his work, having spoken to him and seen him in person before. He offers amniotic allograft injections, which are sort of like stem cell injections. The ones he performs are made from donated amniotic fluid from full term pregnancies. A mother, somewhere, donated part of her body that nourished her baby for nine months. Some brilliant scientist figured out how to use this life-giving substance, and create a new substance that could enable nerves to regenerate faster and more completely. I did not feel comfortable receiving stem cells from embryos. That was offered to me, and I declined. It was touted as a “miracle” cure, and for people in pain, they will usually grasp as straws to find anything to alleviate their suffering. For me, having a clear conscience was more important. The amniotic allograft injections were an answered prayer. They take 6-8 weeks to work, and I received my first round last May. I am not cured, but they helped enough that I was able to discontinue several medications.

Our family was SO excited to be together, going on this adventure! I got nervous before we left, but I swallowed my nerves and pushed on. On the way up there, we stopped at a Shoney’s with a full buffet, and believe it or not, it was their first time at a big buffet. Oh my word. We may have broken some kind of record for trips up there. Everyone had to have at least 3 servings of jello. Yes, of all of the 97 differend kinds of food, the green jello was the most enticing. When we arrived, the house had an xbox360- which proved to be more entertaining than all of the Magic Kingdom. Wow. My kids don’t get to play video games so it was a real treat! We had tournaments and the laughter was constant! I have never played xbox before (no desire whatsoever), but my 4 year old wouldn’t play in front of his big brothers. I offered to be on his “team” so we held the controller together. In a shocking upset, we WON! His oldest brother, who happens to be the most competitive person on the planet, was flabbergasted! I was too! Nick, my 4 year old, could not have been prouder of an Olympic medal. He beat his brother! He talked about it for days.

It snowed a good bit, and with the windchill, it was -10 at the beginning of the week! My procedure had a small hiccup at the end, which required that I stay an extra couple of hours in recovery. My husband kept 5 kids in a surgery center waiting room for almost 6 hours! If that doesn’t qualify him for some kind of medal, I don’t know what does. James is my hero. He does so much for me, for everyone, and he does it with enthusiasm and joy (99% of the time!). He is so strong, that I have to remind myself not to lean too hard on him- he’s just human, and the amount of work and stress on his shoulders is enough to make anyone break at some point. He has been our rock in this crazy storm!

I was more sore than I anticipated during the recovery, but I was still so blessed to have the kiddos there. They laughed and had fierce competitions on xbox, ate an unreal amount of snacks and comfort food during the bitter cold winter storm, read books, laid beside me and cuddled, and generally made the pain more bearable, not more stressful. James took all of them to Biscuit Love and the Science Adventure Center on Wednesday, since we got stuck an extra day. No one in Georgia knows how to salt the roads, so there was no way for us to get home:) 8 hours later, after a calorie and science extravaganza, they arrived hom to tell me all about their adventure!

Y’all, I honestly had a good time! We were together again, and it felt so good to be a family. Tennessee meant SO much to them, it was exotic and they got to be included in mommy’s treatment trip. My mom kept my youngest, Lana, who hates cars with a passion. She would scream so hard as a newborn, that she would throw up in the carseat after a 10 minute ride. She just doesn’t do car trips yet! It was a gift, and a blessing, that we were able to be together, that the procedure went smoothly (for the most part), and that I was able to recover while James kept the wild ones occupied! Perspective. God has answered prayers in different ways than I expected and hoped, but he did it in His perfect way. Somehow, along the way when I didn’t notice, I got braver. It wasn’t a big, warm fuzzy whoosh of strength. Subtly, over time, the constant fear diminished. It creeps up from time to time, but I am able to push it back down. I trust that God is working this for good- my outlook is proof! I think going to Nashville to see a doctor, as a family, is a pretty good time!

Here are some pictures from our epic trip- my first one in two years with my children!

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Shoney’s!

IMG_1980   We tried to go to a cool, family friendly restaurant, but the wait was too long and the line was outside. So… we ended up in a bar! Eating pancakes:) On the bright side, it was really loud in there, so we blended right in.

IMG_1990 (1) Post op, feeling crummy, and guilty about James being in the waiting room for the whole day.

Recovery! I had wonderful company.

Sink or swim

The past couple of years, my kids- whole family really, got a crash course in “sink or swim” in life! I feel like I was the one sinking usually! And worrying about everyone else, especially the kids, sinking as well. Time and time again, friends, family, teachers, neighbors, and strangers told me that my kids were doing really well! They were happy, well adjusted, doing well in school, and getting along with others. I was absent for much of their development and the daily grind during this time period. It began with a very difficult pregnancy, where I suffered from hyperemesis gravidarum (same thing as Princess Kate) and migraines so severe, I was treated in the hospital a couple of times. Then, after the birth I couldn’t walk well, because of the femoral hernia that was so painful. Then, the surgery to fix that ended up changing my life forever. As a wife and mother, I carried enormous guilt over things that I had no control over, because of my perceived failure in my roles.

I have been proven wrong, yet again. My kids learned how to fix their own breakfast (they already knew but would still wait for someone else to do it), get themselves dressed, read to each other, entertain and play with the baby- all sorts of things! Today, I was the recipient of the funniest note EVER from a teacher. My three-year old in a Mother’s Morning Out program, got himself dressed today. His teacher sent me this:

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This is #ElitheWildman, as I refer to him around here, and on instagram:)  His wonderful teacher with a wry sense of humor is behind him.

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When your kids learn to be more self-sufficient, sometimes you end up with notes about their bare bottoms surprising their preschool class. Other times, they can shock you with maturity and wisdom beyond their years.

A few months ago, my husband had been on call all weekend. That means he worked nonstop for a few days, and got very little sleep. He is the one who gets up really early and makes sure our daughter gets to the bus on time. Come Monday morning, his alarm didn’t go off and he slept late. I am no help in the mornings, usually. It’s a very difficult time of day for me. James went hustling into the kitchen, searching for our daughter- worried about having to take her to school, get the boys dressed and ready- you know, all of that stress that comes with oversleeping an alarm! Our oldest son was calmly doing his homeschool lessons. He said, “Hey Daddy! Don’t worry, I got Rose up, made her breakfast, and walked her to the busstop on time. Then I came back, made the boys’ breakfast and started my lessons.”

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 This is my oldest, Aidan, and Rose, who has flourished at a new school this year.

     Gulp. I had to swallow a lump in my throat when James told me that later. My eyes may have stung a bit as well. I wish that I was more present, more capable, but then we would have deprived them of the chance to shine in ways I never could have foreseen. God knew, in His infinite wisdom, what they needed. I would not have chosen to step away, and let them fend for themselves quite so much! However, given the opportunity, they have learned how to “swim”! Underwear are occasionally forgotten in the shuffle of course… Hope they haven’t flashed too many people! Lol.

 

Babies and driving in the rain

Yesterday, my new niece was born! My little sister, Katie, had her second child. She has a little boy, and yesterday, she had a little girl- they are calling her Stella. I didn’t know if I would be able to see her in the hospital, or when I would get to meet the baby. I did my usual and didn’t promise anything, because I never know how I will feel in advance. I don’t have a lot of good days, but lately I had had a couple of better ones (it’s all relative!). This little girl had been prayed for and hoped for, for a long time! I knew yesterday morning that there was nothing short of a tornado, that could keep me away.

I called and let my sweet, brave sister know that I would be able to come see her! It was raining and sleeting some, and the hospital was about 40 minutes away. That’s farther than I have driven in at least a year. Well, there’s nothing in the world I love more than newborns, so I had some incentive!

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Here we are!!!! My hair turned to frizz in the rain, but that is a genuinely elated smile! I savored her soft, fuzzy hair, warm little weight in my arms, and her gentle inhale and exhale. I cannot have any more children, but that just means that I get to love on other people’s babies even more! Katie looked beautiful and so relaxed.

I called James during the day, and pulled the car over. We facetimed and I was in tears. He immediately asked what was wrong. I said, “nothing, I just drove a car!”. Pretty simple, but the pure joy of it brought me to tears. I had to stop and thank God, right there on the side of the road. Again, and again I said prayers of thanks. Not that long ago (ok, even some last week) I didn’t know if I would ever feel well enough to drive myself around. I never took big things for granted, like my loving family, my health, and the roof over my head. It was the little tiny things- like driving a car, or being able to say “yes I will be there”- those simple, small things, I used to take for granted. Now I don’t.

When I got home last night, I told James that when I was standing on the maternity floor, waiting for them to open the door that led to the hallway with patient rooms…I got a familiar feeling. It’s the same feeling I get when I enter some churches and chapels- one of awe. I feel God. It blasts me in the face when I walk onto the hospital hallway- all of those new little souls, fresh and wonderful, each one of them. The world has been waiting to meet them for approximately nine months. Each hospital room has one, maybe two, lives that were meant to be from the beginning of time. They are precious, and yesterday, I got to appreciate that.