Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Check It, Steven....



The awesome Mortimer Ichobod Marker makes his debut about 1:30 into the clip.

And darn you Jacob Hinley for ripping up my Picture Pages (shaking fists)!!

Sadly, I remember this like it was yesterday even though I was only 4ish. Picture Pages and the Charlie's Chips delivery were the highlight of my life. Then I started kindergarten and life started....

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Busy Time in the Pod

Things around here are pretty busy. The school year is winding down and with that comes several field trips, meetings, class schedules for next year to be decided, football practices, and end of the year projects. Add to that several upcoming weddings and the beginning of hurricane season (loads of overtime for Steven) and we are spinning our wheels!

I am pretty much back to normal (as normal as I get) and am back to work full time and as of last night, back at the gym several nights a week. Things at work have taken a slightly different direction and I will now be in charge of all day-to-day operations, including managing the staff and overseeing project management. I am excited about this change yet apprehensive. Maintaining my health (and therefore my daily presence in the office) is even more important now and I am prayerful that things with me will continue on an upward trend. I do know that I have another scope and biopsy coming up that will leave me down for a few days. My surgeons office called today and said they have it scheduled for next week. I have to call them in the morning to see exactly when but I will more than likely have to put it off to the following week. Next week is packed and I can't imagine fitting in a surgery in the middle of everything.

On that note, next week brings a field trip each for the kids and Arissa leaves early Friday morning for the long anticipated DC trip! Tomorrow is her last day of dance. Isaiah has football practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He bought a house yesterday (in his virtual world). He has a big trip coming up himself......He is going to Houston June 13-20 with church. It's a mission trip/summer camp trip. This will be the longest and farthest he's ever been from me. He is so excited and I'm excited for him. Although, I know I'll be a crying mess when he leaves. School is out for both kids June 4. We'll have 2 middle schoolers in the house....one at the top of the pack and one on the bottom of the totem pole. I can't even fathom that after next year, Isaiah will be in high school....

This past weekend I was asked not once, but twice if the kids are twins. Poor Isaiah! He already has size issues and his little face just dropped when he heard the inquiries. We keep telling him that he WILL grow but it's just not happening fast enough for him. The more I see him around his peers, the more obvious the difference is. He has a great attitude about it around others and has learned the ever important lesson of "laughing at yourself before others have a chance to" and it has served him well.

The storms from the past several weeks were certainly difficult for those that depend on good weather for their paycheck but they provided a much needed "Freeman Family Stimulus Payment" to our family with Steven working 20 hours of overtime. Amazing how what can devastate one family can save the day for another. God provides....

Please keep Steven and I in your prayers. We are dealing with some pretty heavy situations over here. We have some tough decisions to make for our family and while I'm not comfortable going into details here, God knows what's up.

Thanks for checking in and I'll let y'all know what I find out about the biopsy schedule.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Really Isaiah? 13? Seriously?

Today my baby turns 13. Me..the mother of a teenager. A teenager, people.



Seems that only yesterday I was hugely pregnant, melting in what had to be the hottest May in the history of ever. I remember thinking that this baby has to actually come out of me. And being scared.to.death. Sure, I knew how to diaper, feed and burp but what about the important things? Like manners and humility and love? I think back 13 years ago to how naive I was. I thought having Isaiah simply made me a mother. What I didn't expect was to be turned into a fierce fighter for this little curly headed guy that could only whimper; to go from lamb to lion in the blink of an eye where he was concerned; to fight like hell for what he needed and be damned who got in my way. I never expected that he would become my friend, my buddy, my fashion advisor, my shopping partner. MY Isaiah. My blue eyed Isaiah.



Isaiah made me a Mommy. He made me grow up. In a lot of ways, we grew up together. We've been through so much. He supported me, in his little 3 year old way, when I made the decision to leave his father. He was always anxious to help and to please. There were few times that you saw me and didn't see Isaiah. He rarely left my side.



And now? He still supports me. He is the first to offer a cold rag when I have a migraine. He rubs my feet after a long day at work. He stands in the kitchen and talks to me while I cook supper. He always, every single day, greets me with 'how was your day?' and he cares about the answer. He loves to help others. He loves babies. He loves his sister. He loves me. Sure, he's your typical boy who has to be reminded to pick up his room and take out the trash. Sure, we butt heads over grades. Yes, we have days that we just can't get along. We figure it out and are better for it.

Happy Birthday, Isaiah.

I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always
As long as I am living
My baby you will be

Friday, May 8, 2009

The Never Ending Medical Drama...

When I was in the hospital this last time I was given IV Phenegran. Several times. I learned a few summers ago that IV Phen and my veins do not get along. Last time it took 6 months for my veins to recover from the damage. I had made a mental note to protest getting that med again. Due to a series of events (okay, a series of mind altering drugs) I allowed them to again administer the med.

Fast forward a few weeks. My veins were hard and sore but it was what I has experienced previously so knew what was going on. Monday I noticed the pain was much worse and there was a nickle sized red knot. And my chest was killing me. I consulted with a few Facebook friends, one who is a nurse and one that was kind enough to call one of the docs she works for, and was told it was possible I had an infection and/or a blood clot. Seeing as how my chest was hurting I was urged to call my doc who informed me the urgent need to wheel to the ER to make sure I wasn't in danger. So Sara came to get me and off we went. The ER was packed. They bumped me to the front of the triage line and it was determined I wasn't dying right then and that yes, I needed to be seen that night but not urgently enough to not have me wait 3 1/2 hours to even be called back. It was a great 3 1/2 hours despite the fact I was in miserable pain since I got to catch up and chit chat with Sara.

So...an EKG, chest xray, 2 IV sites, and 6 tubes of blood it was determined that I do have a small clot in my arm as well as an infection in the vein. The clot is small and superficial so it's not the type that breaks off and shoots into your lungs. It will dissolve with time. The chest pain is actually the same nasty bacteria I was diagnosed with in the hospital. The ER doc was pretty sure it's an actual ulcer now. He treated me with a pain killer (sweet relief), Zofran for the nausea, and an acid neutralizer (all through the IV). I was given strict instructions to see my GI ASAP.

I saw the surgeon/GI yesterday. He's a really nice guy with a thick middle Eastern accent and rather hard to follow. The clearest thing I heard him say was...you need to eat. Gee, thanks, hadn't thought of that! He said it is possible I have developed an ulcer but the only way to know for certain is to do another scope. The treatment is the same whether there is an ulcer or not so we are trucking along. I have to finish the wretched antibiotics I was given a few weeks ago (I stopped taking them after a week. They made me sick and didn't seem to be working. Please, no lectures on the proper way to take antibiotics. I know all of that. I'm stubborn, and probably a bit stupid. There, I said it). He tried to find me different antibiotics that are 'friendlier' but sadly, I am allergic to all the other choices. I have to be re-scoped in 6 weeks to make sure we've gotten rid of all the bacteria. I'm not sure what happens if it isn't gone.

So, another week, another unplanned hospital visit and the IV bruises to prove it. If my arms ever go more than a few weeks without a bruise on them I will consider it a miracle.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

True Love


Man we look so young! And I thought I was too skinny then....


I wish I could wear my dress everyday. I love that dress.


This past Friday, Steven and I celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary. Five years already? Wow does time fly. On one hand, I can't believe it's already been 5 years. On the other hand, it seems so much longer because I can't remember my life before him. Five years ago he witnessed to a church full of friends and family what a true man is. He accepted me with all my health problems, impending health problems, 2 fatherless children, neurotic ways and short temper. For better or for worse/ for richer or for poorer/ in good times and in bad...his love and support have never faltered. And boy oh boy have we been through it. And are still going through it. There is no one else I would rather be going thru this wild ride we call life with.
Thanks, babe. You could have walked away so many times. But you stand strong beside me. I am grateful and blessed. Love you forever.....