Living as a Christian is hard. Especially with all the things out in the world that the devil disguises himself with. It might be a pretty lady who never nags like your wife does. It might be a handsome smile from a man who makes time for you while your husband is swamped with work. It might be that little bit of pot you smoked to forget about your problems for a while. It might be the whiskey you drink to fall asleep faster at night.
I have been guilty of almost every one of these things. But I'm still a Christian. I fail God every single day.
I take spells that I live closer then other times. I'll wear nothing but dresses. I'll keep my tattoos covered. I'll not drink a drop. I'll not slip the occasional 5$ word and I'll attend church often. During these times my life will significantly take a turn for the better. Everything will sorda fall into place beautifully. And then, I get tired of living this straight and narrow way and slip and have a glass of wine. Slip and cuss like a sailor. Lay out of church for weeks at a time. Sure as I'm sitting here my life begins a downward spiral.
Watching this county and our residents attack each other over this wet/dry vote has absolutely broken my heart.
I display a "vote no" sign. Not because I'm perfect. Not because I never ever slip and have the occasional drink. Not because I go to Church and am better then anyone else.
I think God gives each of us different convictions. Some of us wear dresses every single day and that pleases Him. That was their own personal conviction. Some of us send our children to Christian School or Home school. That's our own personal conviction and it pleases Him. Some of us pray before every single meal.
It was my conviction to vote no. And it will please Him. Two weeks Down the road I'll probably slip and have that glass of wine and He will be disappointed in me.
If you vote Yes you are no less of a Christian then me. You could be the one that prays before every meal. You could be the one who would never consider a tattoo. You could be the one who says your prayers before bed like clock work. Voting Yes will disappoint God but he won't disown you. He won't disown any of us as long as we continue to try live for Him.
Vote No. Vote Yes. You vote anyway you want. Just remember in the end that it's God in control of how this county will progress or not.
If we all prayed about our county as much as we have talked about each other's opinions the last month I imagine we'd see some stuff happen around here.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Monday, January 18, 2016
Maddy~Kate is one.
I decided to log into Blogger and determine just exactly how far I was behind. It's frightening. There is no possible way I can catch up. They best thing to do would be follow us on Instagram #adayinthelifeofmaddy. There you can see our entire first year together.
As for our blog, I'm ready to get back down to regular stuff.
This year has been filled with a lot of joy, pain, disappointments, hospitalizations for Eli, Peyton getting his drivers license, postpartum anxiety, medications and changes, the loss of my Granny and opening a store.
Currently Eli is being homeschooled and the store is a work in progress. I have never been good at several things at once but this year I've given it my best shot. A few things had to be weaned away. I'm not pursuing my photography as much other than our own family photos.
I have weaned Eli off all his medications except for an "as needed" Valium. I have done this many times before and gave in a few days into the process and restarted them again. This time has been different. He has had so many out of home placements the last twelve months and everyone has done their own med changes. Everyone has had their opinions on what he needed to be taking. I decided they were all wrong. We are a month into this process and he's already sleeping and eating like a normal preteen. This is the first time in his life he has slept past 6 a.m..
This year Peyton also moved back home and restarted his regular school. He is now certified in welding and within the next week he will be joining the Guard. He has a plan and it's a good one.
Danny went off the road and is home now every night. We began this change when the postpartum anxiety hit me like one of the trucks he's drove. It's no joke people. Sometimes people can thrive without med and sometimes they can't. I was one who couldn't. I tried to make myself better but I couldn't. I found myself loading up my kids and newborn and driving myself to the hospital one evening convinced I was dying. That was the last straw. Turns out that I had healing to do mentally as well as physically after a traumatic delivery that ended in a separated pelvis and very painful postpartum 8 weeks. Now I can finally relive those days without being nauseous. For the longest time I avoiding even looking at the birth photos.
But now here we are one year into this new life and things are as near to perfect as they have ever been for us. If I had only hit the billion dollar powerball.
I can't wait to start sitting down and taking time to write again. I miss it a lot.
Lots and love and hugs to you all. Thanks for sticking with me during my lull for blogging.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
It has been too long since I last posted. And to be quite honest, I don't have time but I had to post this in case it happens to another kiddo.
Last night Evyn got into the gummy vitamins and ate what I estimated to be 45. I bought the bottle just two days prior and knew how many should be in there with exception of what I'd given them.
I called poison control.
After looking up the particular brand we had they determined he'd be perfectly fine because they contained no Iron, they were all water soluble and its take 300 of them to reach a dangerous level of vitimin A.
They informed us he didn't need anymore vitimins for 30 days and to expect a belly ache.
I decided then and there I was done with vitimins that tasted like candy. Period.
Once I realized he'd be ok, I put the fear of God in him.
Me: Evyn Tripp! That's so dangerous. You can't ever take more then the recommended doses of medications. I love you and I'm not ready for you to see Jesus yet.
Evyn: I hope it's Jesus and not the other one. :/
(I had to snicker a little at that)
This morning when he woke up he immediately announced, "Mom!! I'm ok. I didn't see Heaven or Hell."
I'm pretty sure this will be a story he tells his own children. ;)
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Like most stories I've read about Postpartum diagnoses, I was hesitant about telling mine for fear I would jinx myself and tomorrow would be a bad day. But, I have to have faith that I am on the road to recovery and not focus on the "what if's" anymore.
My story actually begins during pregnancy. And if I were really being honest it began many many years ago. I've struggled with anxiety and OCD my entire life to an extent.
I have 4 wonderful boys that range in age from 5-16 years old. And finally I was pregnant with my sweet baby girl. As soon as her gender was determined the thoughts started to enter my mind that things were too good and something terrible was going to happen to me. Women die during deliver. It could happen to me. I had a lump appear under my arm that I was certain was breast cancer. It disappeared after delivery and was a milk duct just as my Dr had said it was. I cried a lot. For no reason. More so then I did during the boys pregnancies. I made myself miserable and couldn't look forward to her birth because I knew I was going to die.
Her deliver was not perfect by no means. I separated my pelvis and was unable to walk without a walker for 6 weeks. The first two weeks are a blur but week by week I got through it.
Walking with a walker and nursing a rather large baby girl (ten pounds at birth)put a terrible strain on my upper back and I developed breast bone pain as well from the strain. Since delivery tried to kill me and didn't succeed I convinced myself I had a heart condition and that's what the pain in my chest was. I went to the ER were EKG and blood work was normal. Almost. The level that determines the clotting ability of your blood came back elevated. I had thick blood and was put on an Aspirin regimen. Yay, that I didn't have a heart condition but now I had a new set of worries. Thick blood......meant I was going to have a stroke. Not really. But that's what my anxiety was telling me. Anxiety breeds anxiety and I was on a roller coaster I couldn't get off of.
I worried constantly. I couldn't enjoy my baby girl I'd waited for for so long. I smiled and laughed at her but it was forced. I loved her and held her and rocked her and nursed her but something was missing. My sanity. Peace of mind. Dieing in my sleep was a fear and the kids waking up and finding me dead. I kept thinking about how awful it would be if I died in my sleep and My baby girl layed there next to my dead body all night. I have lived on my own for almost 20 years married to truck driver who's rarely home and It never bothered me. But I found myself begging him to quit his job and asking my mommy to come stay with me at night because I was scared to be alone. Feelings of fear would wash over me and I would be clammy and light headed. Misery is an understatement.
I finally gave in and started Zoloft. Crazy thoughts entered my mind. What if I snapped and hurt myself or worse.......starting medication was an easy decision once I started having crazy invasive thoughts.
The first few days were terrible but they improved and are still improving. I find that I don't focus on "what if's" much anymore. I don't scream at my kids anymore. I love My baby girl. She feels so real now. Not just temporary.
I'm by no means healed but I fell so much better. I hope someone reading this is has been told they need medication try's it. Not just for a few day but for at least a week. I wish I had done this years ago. I'd always thought I wasn't the type that needed medication but as it turns out, I am that type. And I am so much better off. I feel like a better mom. Patient. Kinder. My older son said "Mom, you seem so much happier with me lately". And that was all the proof I needed.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
My sweet gal is four weeks old today. It's also mine and Dannys ten year anniversary and Valentine's Day.
A couple months ago I ordered this red tutu for Maddy with leggins and a hairbow. It was a Valentine's Day outfit that I couldn't wait to put on her and show her off. That didn't exactly happen.
Yesterday I actually walked down four steps with my cane, drove to Moms, walked up two stairs, picked out some clothes for The funeral home (Dannys grandmother passed and we needed to go see her) came back home, showered and got ready and went to the funeral home with all 5 kids. It was the first time out of the house for me or Maddy that wasn't a Dr visit. Afterwards we went to eat with Mom and Dad. Before we got home I had to take one of my strong pain pills. Motrin wasn't going to fix that pain. I totally over done it. I want so bad to be able to do those things but I simply can't. Today we slept most of the day.
So here's the four week update.
I can now get in and out of the shower by myself if I step in and out sideways. I can't bend and shave below my knees. It takes me a long time to dress because I have to sit to accomplish that. I can stand and wash dishes, fix simple meals and laundry. Danny got me a claw type thing so if I drop something I can pick it up instead of waiting for someone to come along and get it for me. It's a nice little piece of independence I missed.
I can walk without my walker. Not much. I get really tired quick when using it or my cane. I don't hurt most of the time. I just have weird sensation in pelvic area that sometimes are unnerving. I'm so scared I will reinjur myself even though I've been assured that nothing in ordinary life can mimic the trauma of labor and that its just a matter of letting soft tissue heal now.........but regurdless......I'm scared to death to move.
I can also walk some with Maddy but very slowly and very few steps. Her added weight does make it harder to balance.
So, that's it. Four weeks and still counting. I wish I had a timeline to follow. I wish I could circle a date on the calender and know that was the day I can shower and get the kids ready, pack a diaper bag, carry the car seat and Maddy to the van and take the kids to the park. I wish someone could tell me how long it takes ligaments to tighten back up and heal. The list of things I can do is short but I still try to focus on that instead of what I can't do. It's hard. Danny needs to return to work but I'm scared to death to be alone with all the kids. I want him to be able to work in the day and be home at night but we just can't survive that way.
I hope Valentines Day found you all safe, sound, warm and loved.
Monday, February 2, 2015
Yesterday and today I looked at Maddy's birth photos. It was the first time since she was born two weeks ago on Saturday.
There is so much pain, heartache, and pure joy wrapped up into those photos. The day she turned two weeks old I broke completely down into a puddle of mess for a couple hours. I feel so blessed yet cheated. I have everything I've ever dreamed of, yet I can't live it. I feel like I'm in the sidelines.
I look at those photos and I wish I had begged for a csection. I wish I hadn't pulled my legs back so far during delivery. I wanted to avoid a csection but had no idea the amount of trauma I'd cause by putting my legs in such a position. If I could just have a do over everything could be normal. I'd be recovering from a csection instead of this beast that no one knows much about.
I still sit for hours on end and research treatment, others stories, the surgery sit takes to heal sometimes. I can find comfort in stories from women whom have similar stories and have healed and I'm overwhelmed with anxiety and tears at the stories of women who still suffer months and months later.
I imagine Maddy being months old and crawling and me unable still to pick her up. I cringe when I think about stormy weather coming this Spring and me being unable to get everyone out of the house and in a basement. I can't go down steps. I can barely step into the shower. I still can't twist and get into bed. And even if I did get into bed I couldn't sleep there. My right leg I can control better then my left. I cannot life it nearly as well. The chair has become my den. I imagine the time coming when Maddy isn't satisfied to lay on a pillow in my lap. What will I do then?
I go tomorrow to have X-rays retaken. I am hoping the gap has closed signifigantly. If it hasn't I will have to start to consider the fact that surgery is my fate. Even typing that sentence makes me nauseous.
That's the thoughts of the part of me that thinks the worst all the time.
The thoughts of the part of me that try's to stay positive thinks, "Kathy, it's only been 2 weeks". Ligaments take time to heal. I can move better with my walker now. I can step out of my clothes better now before a shower. I can step into the shower sideways now. I can stand in place a long time and wash dishes or do some laundry. That is until I drop something. Bending is still not possible.
I can take a few tiny steps without my walker but I'm scared to death without it. I feel loose and off balance.
I can sit and get up easy now. I wonder how I will feel at 6 weeks without wishing away time.
Yall please continute to pray, send healing thoughts, send advice...........I could sure use it.