A Stitch in Time...

saves a little girl from a big scar.
Spring had been a little crazy with Kylie playing soccer and t-ball. She is loving both! I have been enduring the cold temperatures and keeping her sisters occupied during said events.
Thursday Kody was home from work so he watched the girls while I took Kylie to soccer. Then we met at the T-ball game. I put out a blanket and we were enjoying our first game without freezing winds and rain. The game was almost over and Tessa was moving around on the edge of the blanket. She suddenly cried out in pain. I lifted her up and their was blood oozing from her knee and a broken bottle top on the ground. The blood was pouring out and I fished two band-aids out of my purse. But there was still blood all over my hands so I ran to the car for some wipes. In the minute it took to get back blood had totally saturated the band-aids. We took off the band-aids to clean the wound and put on a bigger bandage and decided she needed stitches.
Thankfully our doctor office has late hours on Thursday. I called and they said to come in. Kody took Kylie and Mallory and I took Tessa to the doctor's. When we got their the nurse on duty was our neighbor Kim Laing. She treated up great! Tessa didn't cry at all as she cleaned her wound and even when she found out she had to get a shot and stitches.
She cried just a little when the shot when in (but Kim soon had her happy again with a bubblegum sucker). She actually only got one stitch. The doctor make a box stitch of sorts around her "V" shaped cut.
I am so proud of Tessa and so grateful for our friend Kim!

Mother's Day

This Mother’s Day is different than others past. This year my mom was diagnosed with uterine cancer. It was one of the most frightening times in my life. Some of my friends have had parents with cancer. Some of them have had parents that have passed away. I know I tried my best to convey my sympathy to them but I realized my words were pretty hollow and that I couldn’t truly imagine what they went through.

The night my mom told us I remember thinking “I’m not old enough to not have a mom.” Pretty selfish thought, but it’s true. My mom MEANS so much to me and DOES so much for me. The thought of never being able to call her and tell her about all the frustrating, sad, happy, and exciting things in my life crushed me. My heart ached to think that my girls would be without the grandma they adored.

We fasted and prayed as a family and we were truly blessed. My mom had a hysterectomy and they found that the cancer had intruded too far into the uterine lining and all her lymph nodes were cancer free.

I can’t explain how relieved I was. It took some time for my mom to recover from her surgery but she is doing well. It has been hard not to slip back into the routine of taking my mom for granted. She does so much and never complains, but I try to remind myself of that awful day when I imagined a world without my mother!