Wow..... Has it really been over a year since my last post???
Wow, I'm speechless.... AND that is an understatement for me,
(aka little Miss Chatterbox).
And life has definitely been crazy with a 2 year old.
Yes... I said it, Parker is 2 YEARS OLD.
Over the last year, I have been pushed to my limit as a mother, a wife, a Friend, and sister.
But, all in all...
I am being pushed to the greater extents of motherhood & I love it.
Besides enjoying my life & my family, I have finally gotten back into writing.
SO, I am getting back into my blog.
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Let me do a brief synopsis of the last year...
Our family has gotten bigger by 1.
& No... I'm not pregnant again (yet).
While the Hubbs and I lived in SF, we took in a 12 year old boy.
Let's call him "The Kid"
I'm just going to stick with the details as "It's complicated!"
We became guardians of "The Kid" for 2-3years
but, when we moved back to Southern California,
the Kid stayed with family up north.
Earlier in the year, we get a call from our now 18 year old.
He was at a Taco Bell with his bags and no where to go due to unfortunate circumstances.
So, the next thing you know, 7 months later... he's living with us again.
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I have been trying to find my identity again.
So, before trying to find me, I put my faith in god again.
I ha vent done that in a long time.
And to make me even happier, Aaron found faith again too.
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One day in August 2011,
I had just gotten back to work from lunch.
Of course, I'm stressing like the Usgh (acronym for usual, IDK lol)
(the position I was in was very demanding & a high stress environment)
I hear my cell phone vibrating over and over, but I ignore it.
I'm not allowed to be on my cell at work.
After the 7 call, I check the messages & my girlfriend writes,
"Lindsay 911 ASAP, call me NOW"
I take a step outside thinking the emergency might be that she is just wanting to see me...
But no... These next few seconds seemed like eternity,
like I was lost in limbo...
"Aaron was just hit by a car and is being rushed to the ER"
WHAT??????
At first the words didn't register.
I thought she was exaggerating.
I thought she was exaggerating.
That's when my dear friend began to cry...
And all the while, I am still trying to understand the words that just came out of her mouth.
"Lindsay, he's badly hurt. There's blood everywhere"
That's when....
my heart stopped beating,
my breath was taken away from me,
my soul had left my body.
My soul mate, the father of my child,
the man I'm madly in love with....
was just hit by a car on his bicycle and the person ran,
they left him bleeding on the sidewalk unconscious.
Still trying to register the dream like moment,
I'm already in my car heading to the Emergency room.
As I'm driving, thoughts racing through my mind,
all I could think about was the little things I could take back.
I thought, am I gonna lose my husband right now....
My heart was broken, at the thought.
But, the actual thoughts that made my heart break,
were the stupid fights we've had in the past,
the moments we could have enjoyed those precious moments,
loving rather then wasting precious time on some stupid opinion or tiff.
I walked into the ER,
there were 8 doctors surrounding him.
6 policeman standing around the hallways,
and that's when my husband saw me in the doorway with
my eyes filled with tears and fear.
"Babe.... babe.... Is that you???
I'm so scared babe.... what's wrong with me???
They won't tell me."
The nurses instantly pulled me aside,
"Well, your husband is lucky to believe alive right now,
a large truck hit him as he was about to pass through the crosswalk.
His leg is bad, he might lose it...
The car slammed his body against the light post,
his upper right leg was severed from the button someone would push to cross the street.
He's lucky he's tall, if it were someone shorter/smaller
there torso or heart would have been severed.
He's lost a lot of blood and almost half the muscle in his leg.
The doctor needs to talk to you about emergency surgery before its too late."
Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks and slowly but surely he healed.
Three surgeries later, leg pumps, skin graff, and doctor's visits...
he was healed with a gigantic scar and a huge chunk of his thigh & muscle gone,
but HE wasn't gone.
That's the moment I began counting my blessings.
The rest of the year has been wonderful.
Parker turned two and has given this momma a whirl spin from the "Terrible Two's"
except I love a little challenge and helping him learn more & more.
Parker's talking more, but not as much as I wished so
we are looking into developmental classes for help.
Slowly but surely I know he will be chatting up a storm.
Daddy made "Bubba" his first surfboard,
he learned how to swim,
and is the most affectionate little man ever.
But, one of the my favs is how much Bubba loves his Aunty
(my Best Friend & little Sis, Lex!)
There have been too many life lessons learned over the last year,
I could go on for days.
But, at the end of the day,
I feel blessed to have my loving family supporting us
& there for us through it ALL!
Sincerely Yours,
Momma Me
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