Stamina - that is one thing that I have lost due to being “chronically ill” with SOD. I can’t handle doing anything for three hours. At our church, they encourage people to be there for two services - attend one worship service and then serve during one worship service. I would have loved to have had another child, but SOD made sure that didn’t happen. One of my favorite things each week is working in the nursery. For the most part, I just get to sit and hold babies. How awesome is that?! We don’t even change diapers - parents have to do that. I just love on the children and cuddle them! When I go to church for both Sunday morning services, however, it takes everything I have to not curl into a ball and cry by the time we leave because I am just sooo E-X-H-A-U-S-T-ED! Like, each individual cell in my body hurts because I am so tired. Mentally, I am good to go. Emotionally I’m usually on a bit of a high from all the worship, fellowship, and baby time. It’s not that I don’t want to b...
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Just Another Day
In this picture I was laying on the bathroom floor. I honestly didn’t know what was going to happen. I was in EXTREME - and I do mean extreme, like a cross between a gall bladder attack and labor - pain. I was on the potty* feeling like I had a giant fur ball stuck inside - feeling like I might have an explosive poop event, but also started throwing up into the trash can. Then my blood pressure tanked and I got too weak to sit on the toilet. So I collapsed on the ground and just waited for whatever was going to happen to happen. Eventually it passed enough that I was able to make it to the bed and cry, take some pain medicine and pray. It’s so hard because if anybody else felt what I did, they’d call 911 and everyone would do everything they could to make them feel better. But nobody even reacts anymore. I called my husband while it was happening - more than once - crying and begging him for help. There was nothing I was going to say that could have gotten him t...