Sunday, September 21, 2008

These People Need Some Serious Prayers...

Earlier this evening, I went to this blog - C Jane Run - to look for updates on the status of the woman behind the NieNie Dialogues, Stephanie Nielson. As you may have heard or read in the news, Stephanie - or "Nie Nie" as she's known to those close to her - and her husband Christian were both severely burned in a plane crash that happened in mid August. Christian fared a bit better in that a lesser portion of his body was burned, but both are still in critical condition. They need your prayers, and - if you're so inclined - your financial support to help cover the undoubtedly astronomical medical bills associated with the type and level of care they require as they fight for their lives.

While reading C Jane's blog for an update on Nie Nie and Christian, I noticed that Jane had mentioned another couple that needed prayers and support, and I clicked on the link to read more about Carol and Scott Decker's situation. And, oh my God, after reading about all that these people have been through since my 8th wedding anniversary on June 10th of this year, I want to curl up in a ball and cry for a week. Reading about things like this happening to good people makes my blood boil, and makes me want to rail at God and ask (yet again) WHY he allows such suffering in the world.

Carol had to have an emergency C-section on June 10th resulting in the premature delivery of their second daughter, Safiya. While Safiya was able to go home within about a month and is doing beautifully, Carol has suffered one horrible medical emergency after another, starting with the C-section. She had a widespread staph infection that resulted in severe necrosis of the tissues in several areas of her body, which ultimately led to the amputation of both of her legs below the knee, her left hand an inch above the wrist, and her right ring finger, not to mention multiple painful skin grafts in the months since, to repair the damage done by the staph infection. Also, due to the medications that Carol had to be given during and after her C-section to get her blood pressure to a normal level and stabilized, she ended up losing her vision. She and her husband, her children and their families have been through absolute HELL over the past four months, and their nightmare isn't over yet. While Carol was able to go home earlier this month, she is still fighting a hospital-acquired infection on her back (where they did a skin graft harvest), and she will have to go through months of therapy of all kinds to regain strength, mobility and eventually to use prosthetic limbs. In one of Scott's more recent posts, he mentioned that Carol's hospital bills had already surpassed $2 million dollars, which is simply insane. Thank goodness they have good insurance, but it still won't cover all of the costs. So I have to ask you again to say prayers for these people and to support them if you can.

I may not understand why God allows people to suffer like this, but I know that there are many, many people who are willing to reach out and offer their emotional and financial support, and I know that my readers are among them. Thank you in advance for anything you can do for these two families. I've said it before and will say it again - you, my readers, are AWESOME.

Peace out.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Officially the World's Worst Mother...

Sweet Jesus...

You will not believe what I did today. It's only, what - the second day of school? - and already I've proven myself to Super Boy, his teacher - and his principal - to be the world's worst mother.

Today is Wednesday. And Wednesday is now "early release day" in our school district, for the first time ever.

And guess who forgot that it was early release day?

Yep. You got it.

I have no idea what I was thinking. I wrote that this was an early release day on not one but TWO calendars. I reminded Super Boy at drop-off this morning that today was an early day, so I'd see him shortly after 2pm. I kept looking at the clock all morning, fully recalling that I had to pick him up at 2:20 today.

And yet...

I spent my day diligently working up in the back bedroom, purging all sorts of unnecessary and useless crap from the guest room/play room, checking email to see when my former employer would be executing my stock repurchase, emailing back and forth with my professional mentor to set up a time for us to have coffee next week. I ate lunch. I chatted with Super Man about his still-sizzling job search and the offer he's in the process of negotiating with one of the companies.

And then there I was, sitting at my computer typing an email to a former colleague, when all of a sudden I heard voices outside.

Children's voices.

And it occurred to me that it was students from the middle school across the street walking past our house... on their way home.

A wave of panic gripped my guts as my eyes flicked up to the time at the top of my computer screen in horror.

2:45pm.

Oh. My. God.

I flew out of my chair so fast I accidentally stepped on - and then tripped over - Super Dog. I screamed to Super Man, "OH MY GOD - WE HAVE TO GO! RIGHT NOW! IT WAS EARLY RELEASE TODAY! WE'RE LATE!!!" I grabbed Super Man's keys, threw on my Crocs and raced out the door to his car.

We sped down the street to Super Boy's school, me hyperventilating and near tears over forgetting my child at school.

For twenty-five... whole... minutes.

Super Man dropped me off as soon as I was in the vicinity of the school, and I raced across the playground faster than I've ever run in my life. One of my friends - whose son was in Super Boy's JK class last year - said, "Where are YOU going so fast?" and I rudely yelled over my shoulder that I had FORGOTTEN MY SON. She yelled back that I wasn't the only one (amen).

I flew into the school and up the stairs to the principal's office. Frantically looking around, I finally spotted Super Boy, sitting and chatting with the other kids whose parents had forgotten that today was freakin' early release day.

I grabbed my child and hugged him to my chest, stumbling over my profuse apologies for forgetting to come get him on time. He pulled back and said, "Mom. You were supposed to pick me up early today, remember?"

I looked at him with a pleading expression and said, "If I'd remembered, I'd have been here on time! I forgot - I'm so sorry - I forgot!"

All of this happened under the gaze of the principal. When I realized he was standing there, I turned to him and said, "I am sooooooooooo sorry about this: I completely blanked on today being Wednesday and early release day, and - I'm not kidding - I raced here the second I remembered! Oh - and by the way - I'm Super Boy's mom. His very, very bad mom." I could feel my face blazing.

He laughed and said, "Ah, don't worry about it - obviously you weren't the ONLY parent who forgot! We figured there would be a few, since this is new to everyone. It's fine."

I gathered Super Boy into my arms and carried him down the corridor and out to the playground, still apologizing. Amazingly, he was totally unfazed by the whole thing. I asked him if he was mad at me for not being there on time, or if he had been scared. His answer? "Nope - I was fine, Mom."

To make up for being the world's worst mom, I let my child play on the playground for a full 20 minutes before walking back home with him (Super Man had had to leave to take a phone call from a recruiter). And, not only did I walk home with Super Boy, but I carried him half the way home.

All 45 pounds of him. For nearly six blocks. As my punishment to myself.

Bad, bad mommy....

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Special thanks to the other (two) readers who entered the contest. And, Sarah, I think I do want some of those knitting patterns if you want to send any my way! I'm still what you'd call very much a "novice" knitter, and have never attempted baby hats or booties, but I'm not opposed to trying. Just lazy. ;)

Love y'all!