Friday, August 29, 2014
Monday, August 4, 2014
Mommy - Daughter Weekend
My cousin, Amanda, moved to Ohio about a year ago so I have been wanting to visit since then. It's not every day that I have family living in the same state as me. After a few date changes, we were finally set for the first weekend in August. Karley and I head up on Friday night after I got off of work. The trip went fast only because I had a 4 1/2 year old talking to me the entire trip up to North Eastern Ohio. I never realized how much my daughter has turned into a chatterbox until this trip.
Karley loved Amanda's house! She was so excited when we got there, because Amanda had a few surprises on the bed where Karley would sleep. Thank you so much, Amanda! She loves all of her gifts.
We all got up early Saturday morning and got ready for a fun filled day. Amanda took us to a bounce house/arcade for Karley to play. She was able to just run around and go from place to place on her own. She had a great time. Amanda was pretty good at the claw games. She was able to get Karley a bouncing ball. We all got a pair of some pretty awesome shades too. It was kinda sad that you could pay 25 cents to win a pair out of the claw game or save up 200 tickets for a pair.
After we were finished with the arcade, we headed to a park with some pizza. We were able to finish eating just in time before a big storm rolled in. Amanda took us to a a small nature house where they had a small little owl living. This thing was so cute.
We headed back to Amanda's to relax a little while Bill made dinner for us. It was delicious. So delicious that we talked Bill into treating us with ice cream for dessert. :)
Karley and I had to head back early on Sunday morning, but we had a great time. Thank you Amanda and Bill for inviting us over for the weekend. We had a blast and can't wait to come back. Karley asks about every other day if we can go to Amanda's today.
Monday, July 28, 2014
A broken heart
After having a wonderful Sunday day date with my daughter, I was even more excited to see my Daddy that night. We have been trying to figure out for a few months now when a good time would be for him to come out to help with a few house projects. I not only wanted to spend some time with my Daddio, but he had been wanting to help put the finished touches on his grandsons rooms for a while now. On a whim, Saturday night he text me to let me know he would be out Sunday night after work. I was excited, to say the least, not knowing what lay ahead for both of us.
Sunday even he arrived, with no hitches, and we both stayed up a little too late talking about our to-do list was while he was here. I still had no idea at this point even how long he was going to stay. It was just nice to have him with us, so I didn't care. We finally got to a point where I had to get Kar down for her night-night. We were both going to need our rest, we just didn't know it yet. The next day would inevitably be one of the hardest days I have had to endure. There are only 2 other times in my life that I can think I have felt close to this, but I'm not sure that they can even be ranked in the same category. Either way, each time has shaped my life in some way, Monday morning, July 21 would be no different.
Monday morning started out just as another Monday morning, however it wouldn't stay that way very long. It was just a few minutes before I was to leave for work that I knew something was wrong. I didn't know it at the time, but my Dad was in the beginning stages of having a heart attack. I don't want to relive all of the moments, I'm not sure that I could if I wanted to anymore. At this point, I am just extremely grateful that I was home and that my Dad was at my house, and not at home. This must seem like a strange thing to be thankful for, but if you know where I grew up you would understand. If Dad was back at his home, I would of been getting a phone call that I don't want to get for a very long time.
I am grateful that the Ambulance and crew were at my house within a few minutes of calling 911. I am thankful that my daughter was able to sleep thru the crazyness and be whisked away by her babysitter before she was able to see anything. I am thankful for my husband rushing to be by my side and be strong for me when I was not able. I am thankful that the man sent out by the ER doctor to get me for information was, not just a Chaplain, but a Methodist Pastor. I grew up in a Methodist church, so a little piece of home was there when I needed it. I am thankful for Pastor John (as I later found out his name) was able to guide me with each step, to direct us thru the hospital that holds more people than what my hometown's population is, and to be able to check in on my Dad as he was undergoing his "procedure". I am thankful for the Doctors, nurses, and staff that moved so quickly to fix my Dad's broken heart. I am extremely thankful for Renee, the CCU nurse that was assigned to my Dad. She was wonderful, not only to my Dad, but to me and my family as we sat by his bedside as much as were were allowed to. Also, to Pastor Steve and congregation at Reynoldsburg Baptist Church, who blessed us in ways I never expected. To the many people on Facebook that sent prayers, it was felt and I can not thank everyone enough.
After a 3 days in the CCU unit, Dad was released to a "step-down" unit. I felt that now was a good time, with him being a big stronger, that a little visitor would do him some good. This is the best cardiac rehab that Columbus has to offer.
Sunday even he arrived, with no hitches, and we both stayed up a little too late talking about our to-do list was while he was here. I still had no idea at this point even how long he was going to stay. It was just nice to have him with us, so I didn't care. We finally got to a point where I had to get Kar down for her night-night. We were both going to need our rest, we just didn't know it yet. The next day would inevitably be one of the hardest days I have had to endure. There are only 2 other times in my life that I can think I have felt close to this, but I'm not sure that they can even be ranked in the same category. Either way, each time has shaped my life in some way, Monday morning, July 21 would be no different.
Monday morning started out just as another Monday morning, however it wouldn't stay that way very long. It was just a few minutes before I was to leave for work that I knew something was wrong. I didn't know it at the time, but my Dad was in the beginning stages of having a heart attack. I don't want to relive all of the moments, I'm not sure that I could if I wanted to anymore. At this point, I am just extremely grateful that I was home and that my Dad was at my house, and not at home. This must seem like a strange thing to be thankful for, but if you know where I grew up you would understand. If Dad was back at his home, I would of been getting a phone call that I don't want to get for a very long time.
I am grateful that the Ambulance and crew were at my house within a few minutes of calling 911. I am thankful that my daughter was able to sleep thru the crazyness and be whisked away by her babysitter before she was able to see anything. I am thankful for my husband rushing to be by my side and be strong for me when I was not able. I am thankful that the man sent out by the ER doctor to get me for information was, not just a Chaplain, but a Methodist Pastor. I grew up in a Methodist church, so a little piece of home was there when I needed it. I am thankful for Pastor John (as I later found out his name) was able to guide me with each step, to direct us thru the hospital that holds more people than what my hometown's population is, and to be able to check in on my Dad as he was undergoing his "procedure". I am thankful for the Doctors, nurses, and staff that moved so quickly to fix my Dad's broken heart. I am extremely thankful for Renee, the CCU nurse that was assigned to my Dad. She was wonderful, not only to my Dad, but to me and my family as we sat by his bedside as much as were were allowed to. Also, to Pastor Steve and congregation at Reynoldsburg Baptist Church, who blessed us in ways I never expected. To the many people on Facebook that sent prayers, it was felt and I can not thank everyone enough.
After a 3 days in the CCU unit, Dad was released to a "step-down" unit. I felt that now was a good time, with him being a big stronger, that a little visitor would do him some good. This is the best cardiac rehab that Columbus has to offer.
It was a few days later that my Dad was released. A few days of rest was needed at my house before he was able to make the long trip back to PA, but I was glad for the few extra days to have him at my house. I needed him there, with me. I needed to see him in my house, okay, breathing, living. I needed to make sure that my nightmare was now over and I could try to get back to a "normal" day again.
I don't think that things will ever be "normal" again for me, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. I've already made some decisions, some changes. As life moves forward, we live each day for today. As my Seester said it best....Give someone a hug today, tell them you love them.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Breakfast with Cinderella
Gimmy and I came to the conclusion that Pappy had a heart attack so that he could have breakfast with Cinderella. It was that or he just just wanted to see his "baby" all dressed up like Princess Aunt Holly.
All in all, it was a good morning. Karley had a great time, so that is all that matters.
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