It's Been TOO Long!

Wow, it has been such a long time since I have written on this blog. It is crazy how a mom of three with a deployed husband has little time for things. Let me see if I can play catch up without writing a book...This past summer was spent in Texas for me, Andrew, and Sophia. Where was Merci you ask...in Hawaii!! Yes, lucky girl! She spent a few weeks there with her Granny and Grumpy and now she wants to be stationed there. Me, not so much. Anyways, we all had a good summer but it was good to get back home into our routine. But that "routine" did not last too long...September 23 my love deployed. While he wanted to be in the actual fighting (it's a Marine thing), I was super excited he was on a ship. It really helps a wife sleep better knowing her best friend isn't over "there". It is now January and we are halfway through this. YES! I have to tell myself everyday "you can do this" over and over. And by the grace of God, I have done it. I must also point out that my precious little nephew, Atticus, was born the day he deployed. It was a bitter sweet day. I was so very sad, yet so very happy. I finally got to meet my precious nephew over the Christmas break. It was a long drive to Texas, which I wouldn't have made it through without my wonderful Nana. The stay there was great and my mom endured the trip back with us. We stopped in Tucson to stay the night and I woke up with a horrible stomach virus. It was no fun driving back with that. Sophia got her finger smashed in the bathroom door and I knew it hurt her terribly but thought it would heal just fine. However, a few days ago it started looking very gross and swollen and she started running a temp. That scared me because first thing I thought was infection. So, being the paranoid mommy that I am I took her to the ER. We got there and Sophia had a look on her face like she knew we were there for her and she did not like it. So, they go to take her vitals and she is screaming her head off. Then they pull out the thermometer. I said "I don't think she is old enough to hold that in her mouth." The nurse grinned and said "I know, that is why we are doing it there" (and pointed to her bottom). I wanted to run out of there because I knew how Sophia would act, and I under-estimated her lungs. That girl can scream! Finally, they sent me to the waiting room. I was told I had at least a four hour wait, probably seven. I started questioning why I was there, then I remembered Sophia's temp was 102.4 and she HAD to be seen. Finally, after about two hours, we were called back. The PA looked at it and said she wanted the Dr. to look. He came in and said in the most casual way "we are going to have to remove it." I started sweating and thoughts were swirling. I finally asked if they had to deaden it with a shot and he said yes. I have had stitches and know how that shot feels. It hurts very bad. So, he came in with a few others and I was so dizzy and nervous they had to literally sit me down in a chair. Sophia was screaming, I was crying. They wrapped her in a sheet and the procedure began. I cried and shook. She screamed and screamed. I could not bring myself to look at her. I felt terrible I could not be right there by her. But I just don't do good with those type of things. Juan does great with it. So...she had her nail removed, put on antibiotics and is doing good. She will not keep her bandaid on so that has been our biggest battle. Mom left today and it was very hard. But I have to keep my head up for our kids. And I will. Hopefully I can start writing this everyday to unwind my thoughts and at the same time keep everyone up to date on our lives.