Ponderings from my scattered mind...
why do you think relationships and friendships deteriorate? I know these relationships need nurturing. I try. I really do. I don't always have the time, energy or money to participate in activities, parties, or weekends away. It doesn't mean I don't want to participate or spend time with my family or friends or nurture these relationships. Sometimes it would be nice to just hear "hey come over for a cup of coffee and visit with me for awhile." I know in my relationships with people, I could be a better wife, mother, aunt, sister, and friend. As I have said before it is something I am working on. I am a work in progress. Please be patient with me as I try to become the person I dream I can be.
Friday, July 23, 2010
We went to the beach....
this past Monday, Danny, Dude, Riles and I hopped into the car, bought the essential "beach" items at Dollar Tree..(thank goodness for $1 trees!) and headed to Lake Manawa Beach. We were there for 3.5 hours and the kids were in the water the entire time! They loved it. We got some sunburn, not too bad, and made some great memories.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
It is 3:58 a.m. and all I hear is a blood curdling "Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhh, Ahhhh, " and then he is silent. I jump out of bed, saying "danny, danny what is wrong?" as I hurry down the hall, through the dining room, and into his bedroom. I see him, lying on his bed, gasping for breath as his body seizes. I try to stay calm, calling to Chris "He's seizing." He asks me "do you want me to call the squad?" I say "No, he will come out of it." All the while, thinking to myself, "OMG this is taking to long..will he come out of it?" He slowly starts to take deeper breaths and his body starts to relax. He makes moaning noises now, and slowly tries to raise his head. I rub his arms and legs, talking to him the whole time. Telling him how brave he is and he will be fine. I always talk to him while he is having one. I want him to know I am there. I don't know if he hears me, but I just want him to feel safe. It is 4:00 a.m.
After about 5 minutes he looks at me and can talk again. He is weak. He needs help scooting up in bed and asks for a drink. He asks me to wipe his face and "can I have a hug?" It takes awhile for him to gain his strength and he then moves to the couch. "Can we rent a movie? I want to watch Percy Jackson." "I'm hungry now." So it begins. A new day. Just as we were getting too comfortable with his seizures being controlled, it sneaks back up and makes us aware.
Makes me aware how very much I love this boy.