What I can't wrap my feeble mind around is my kiddos have a diet is outstanding (humble I know), they are properly dressed for the weather, are sleeping by 1930, get plenty of exercise and fresh air, we wash hands but I let them have a good mix of germ contact, I clean only with vinegar, baking soda, and castile soap so no chemicals, and my wilds have been invaded by illness. I know I can't control it, and maybe I need to relearn that lesson- I don't know. But really? Okay, petty rant is over.... for the time being.
Poor 'Cub is looking at this spasmodic croup to be a regular issue. He had croup back in the spring when the weather changed and his pediatrician said it's not asthma but I should expect this to happen twice a year for him. He's just sensitive to the weather change, I pray he is wrong.
I'm thankful with the way our past six months have gone, that this back pain is the only real health issue I've had. That in itself, is a true gift from God. True gift and I thank Him. I've been having pain in my hips for awhile that would come and go. I thought maybe I'm just not using my other hip to hold Judah enough. I really don't hold him all the time. He's a man with a mission and usually just wants me to hold him while I'm making dinner. He pick the most opportune moments to need Momma lovin' :) Now lately, he has wanted to be held more. His teeth are really rocking him and has not been getting the best of naps during the day, pray that changes please? So come afternoon, it can get ugly around here with an over tired Judahcub. I finally went to the doctor, remember I'm a nurse so it takes a great deal to get me there sometimes, and he said I'm having Sacral Iliac Joint disfunction and my alinement is off a great deal, my one leg is shorter than the other, who'd thought? He then handed me a script that said "Physical Therapy three times a week for eight weeks." I didn't want to be rude and laugh in his face or tell him, "Not gonna happen Sir, but thanks anyways." That night while trying to go to sleep, I prayed and was honest with Him. I apologized for trying to take care of this myself and said this is yours. There is no way I can do PT 3 times a week for 8 weeks unless they are okay with a 16mon and 3yr old attending with me. I cried because it's so very painful and I hate, hate, hate that I have to tell my babies I can't hold you right now unless I'm sitting because Momma's back hurts. I can't' even sit on the floor to play or read. Even laying down at night is painful.
The next morning I woke up and called the PT office to see if there was anyway we could make this happen. She said of course, we're open until 2000. I cried tears of joy and thankfulness. I can now do PT and even put my babies to bed. He hears our prayers and knows our hearts.
Now Ben's surgery. Well, this will be #3 and is the most serious. He had surgery on his ulna, knee, and this one will be his back. He goes for a second opinion next week. I know, I know. Back surgery is the devil and never works. Believe me we've heard it over and over again. We've done what we can with what we have for a long time, and now we're at back surgery. Which brings me to another big happening for our family. Ben will be going before a Medical Board to be evaluated and a determination of whether he will be medically discharged or medically retired. It's a long drawn out process that could take months, well- it's looking like at least a year. We have really enjoyed and adapted to the military lifestyle, and knowing that it is coming to an end sooner rather than later, is proving a wee bit tough. Ben was planning on making this a career and looking forward to doing so. It's not a life for everyone, at times I think we both could have said, this isn't for us either- but you'll have those times. We're working on mapping out our options and making several plans because we don't really know time frames. Please pray for us and the direction our family is to go. In a way, it's exciting. Thinking about where to go, what to do and how to do it. And then, it's overwhelming at the same time.You know, pretty much what you'd expect from a defining moment.
It's okay through, really. It sucks, yes I said sucks, sorry Mom I know you enjoy that word, but it does- but it's okay. Even through this murky time, I know He loves me and my family more than I ever could, and has all of this mapped out. We've been blessed beyond belief during this time and I know it will continue. Even if the blessing is that I've woke up to another day, and that I'm still drawing breath. The book of James is so very special to me and during times like these, I find such intense comfort and peace in that book.
It hasn't been pure chaos or heartache, but I think being honest and transparency is important. I'm not going to smile and say, "We've been doing super awesome and things are super great". And I'm not going to say, "Ohh we've just had it so tough, and woe is us blah blah blah." But I will ask that you pray for us.
Here's a favorite of mine, a song that plays a great deal in my mind. Well, two songs.














