Through the ringer

The last couple of months have been truly a test to our hearts, emotions and stamina. In the middle of May we received notice that Tony's father had passed away suddenly. Shocked as we were, we traveled to Dallas, were met by my ever loving mother in law Pam, and drove to Waco. We were there for a week handling the details for Bill's burial. It was a long week for all of us. We were surrounded by loving family in Waco, however we were very happy, although exhausted, to go to Illinois that weekend for Sierra's first birthday party celebration at my home church in Colchester. The party was a true testament to the "it takes a village" adage. Our wonderful family and friends came in force to celebrate the birthday of our amazing little girl. She was overwhelmed with all of the people, both short and tall. She had the BEST time playing and chasing after the other kids that were there. I am truly blessed to have a solid support system to come witness the miracle of Sierra. That support system would be called upon again in a few short weeks. We visited my Gramma at the hospital. She wasn't eating and was too weak to come to the party. Sadly she didn't get to see much of Sierra. The poor little one was DONE by the time we got to the hospital. She screamed and cried. Thankfully Tony took her out so I could spend a few precious moments with my Gramma telling her that I loved her and to get better. Those were the last words I got to exchange with her face to face. The following week Pam arrived at our house to prepare and celebrate Sierra's birthday with us at home. We enjoyed her visit until I received a phone call from my brother Rob. He suggested that if I wanted to see Gramma and spend time with her, that the time to go to Illinois had arrived. Sierra and I hastily packed our bags, canceled Sierra's party and courtesy of Southwest airlines, arrived in Chicago where my mom met us. We drove to mom's and I continued on into Macomb without Sierra. The scene I arrived to was exactly as I had pictured it would be. A long hallway, a couple of family members sitting down, a couple more talking quietly, and the background noise of beeping monitors and hushed words. It was surreal. I knew this was coming, I knew that it would be soon, but to actually physically be walking toward my dying grandmother's room was beyond words. I hugged those that were there and waited my turn to go see Gramma. There were a lot of people there to be with her. Thankfully my brother was there to hug me and be reassuring, as always. He didn't sugar coat anything and was very specific about what was happening. When I saw her she looked exactly like I had expected. Her teeth were out, her hair was unkept, her skin was a little off color, she was resting and so very thin. I read the hospice information packet and talked to several of my friends who had experience Hospice and knew what to expect. The thoughts were that she wouldn't last the week. Plans were put in motion to prepare for Gramma's services the following weekend. Every day that I went in I told her who I was, how Sierra was doing that day, and touched her reassuringly. Gramma's heart rate got weaker, her temperature fluctuated significantly and she remained unresponsive. I sang to her, played her favorite blue-grass/gospel music, talked about good memories, funny stories and let her know somethings that I hadn't had the courage to tell her before. I was able to go to my nephew's baseball games, visit with friends I haven't seen in a LONG time, spend time with my mom and Jim, attend SodBuster Days in Good Hope, play with Zack and Olivia, visit with my sister-in-law, and eat a lot of REALLY good food. Food that means "home" and that is always comforting. Gramma's fever went up and down, her heart rate was steadily increasing for a couple of days, that's when dad and Mitzae decided to not spend the night on the following Sunday night. Up until that point someone had been with Gramma 24-hours a day for almost 2 weeks. What they weren't understanding was that this was her "rallying" time. It's a time when the person seems to make an improvement. Dad called at 5:40am on Monday June 10th on a conference call with Rob that Gramma had passed away. The news was expected and very comforting to me. She had struggled for so long with pain, her parkinsons disease and very angry arthritis that I was happy she was finally free of all of her ailments. I didn't cry much. I went in to Wesley Village and saw her body before the mortician came to take it away. Very clearly, she had used her life to the best of her ability and she was complete. I can't describe the hole I feel in my chest. It's big and small, heavy and warm, and void all at the same time. My Gramma was a HUGE part of my life. Sierra and I have been to see her 3 times this year. The last 6 months or so I called her every night at 8:10 her time. Sometimes she would chat, but most often she was too tired to say much. And then she stopped answering when I would call all together. The services were lovely. The friends who came to pay homage to her were overwhelming. She was very truly loved and a big part of the Colchester community. I had a feeling that it would take me a while to process the emotions that were surrounding Gramma's passing, it feels like today is the day to do that a little bit. This post has been very cathartic for me. Tony wasn't feeling well soon after Sierra and I left for Illinois. He and Pam had colds. I was gone with the baby. It was a hard time for our household in California. Tony's cold got progressively worse, and then Pam returned to Texas. When the news that Gramma had passed and the services were scheduled, Tony flew to St. Louis and drove up to the visitation just as it was coming to an end. He was so excited and happy to finally be a family unit again. The funeral was the next day, then the day after that we drove back to St. Louis to make our trek home. Sierra was sick. She had been sick the entire time we were in Illinois. Huge globs of green and yellow ick oozing from her. Thankfully my friends were able to look beyond the ick to take care of her and see how fun she is. Sierra was cranky. She'd been gone from her home for 13 days. She was done traveling. And then she and I got on a plane. Oooooh, super fun. She cried the first 20 minutes and then screamed the next 20, I did everything I knew to do, this was not our first rodeo. When we were finally able to get up from our seats I had to ask the gentleman to my left to let me out twice because he had his fingers so far in his ears to keep her crying out that he couldn't hear me. I took her to the bathroom and nursed her to sleep. (Side-note, please PLEASE please give the mom with the screaming kid the benefit of the doubt. You never know what kind of hell she's been through prior to boarding the plane you're sharing.) When we returned to our seats Sierra slept comfortably until about 20 minutes before landing. The guy to my right says to me, "I'm glad she quieted down." I said something like, "Yeah, we've been away from home for 2 weeks while my Grandmother passed away, had her funeral and now the baby is sick. It's been the longest 2 weeks in a very long time and we can't wait to get back to normal in San Diego." To which he said something like, "Oh, you're not continuing on this plane?" I said, "No, we're getting off in Phoenix." I could see relief spread across his face. He was then much more relaxed. He started talking to Sierra and asked a couple more questions. We landed and were taxiing up to the gate. I looked out the window to see the usual SkyHarbor topography and view. As I returned my gaze into the plane I glanced at the guy's phone. First of all, I don't make a habit of that. Second, I have 20/15 vision. It's better than 20/20. Third, he had enlarged the text on his phone to be HUGE. On the screen I read, "The mother is a fat hillbilly who looks like she could pop out another one on the flight. This is gonna be bad." My heart sank. My body went cold, then VERY hot. I started to tremble. I gathered everything I could reach, strapped Sierra into my baby carrier, and prayed that the other passengers would hurry the hell up and get of this ridiculous plane! As we were standing up, I looked back at him and said, "You know, even fat hillbillies have feelings." My legs couldn't go fast enough. By the time I entered the terminal I was full on shaking all over. I had thought I would be able to meet my friend Molly that works at the airport. However she was swamped with a deadline for a project. I called my mom. She was awesome. She listened, reassured me, and said "Don't let that jerk ruin your day." I got some food and tried to calm down. By the time we got to San Diego I just wanted to be alone, however it was SOOOOO good to be home. Driving our car. In the sunshine. In the beautiful wonderful 70 degree weather that I love. I was happy, I was free, I was in need of Starbucks=) By the time Tony's flight came in (we were on two different airlines because of the timing of buying our flights, etc.), I was in a better mood. When I told him about the man on the plane he was reassuring that the guy clearly didn't know what he was talking about. Tony was feeling worse than he had for the last 2 weeks. The next day he went to Urgent care. The guy gave him a prescription for an antibiotic. The first doctor he saw while I was gone had told him he had severe allergies. So he started the antibiotic. Monday he was feeling even worse. He got in to see our general practitioner. OUR doctor said Tony had 3 different infections and gave him treatments for all of them. Sierra and I went to her doctor and then my doctor to get checked out to make sure we weren't just reinfecting ourselves over and over again. A few days later, Tony was even worse. Tony went to the ENT, who gave him a new STRONGER antibiotic. He went back to our doctor, his condition had escalated. He then went to the ENT. The ENT drained his ear drums so that they wouldn't burst. Then he was given drops to help the ear drums drain. The poor guy has been sick for a month. He hears a constant, piercing, humming/screaching/buzzing noise and can barely hear when others are speaking to him. I'm hoping that his CT scan on Tuesday can provide some insight into what's happening so that he can get back to normal. He's still not back to 100%. But at least the only issue now is his ears/head. He's not coughing up or blowing out chunks of ick. So, the last couple of months, have been a huge jumbo GINORMOUS ringer. We've made it to the "other" side, maybe=)