All the Sun For You

A mom, two boys, a husband, and a whole lot of adventure!


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Healed?

My sister, the one with four kids, left me a text message for me to call her. I noticed 3 missed calls so thought it must be important. So I called her right away.

She didn’t answer.

She called right back and to be honest, I thought she was calling to announce some big business venture. So I asked, “What’s up, buttercup?”

“I’m p..” And she cut out. Never for a moment did I expect what I thought maybe she was trying to tell me.

“What? You cut out.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, Lindsay…” I said, with a tone of concern and pity. Not because this was bad news, but because I knew she did not want more kids. I knew this was very hard for her.

I did not feel jealous, I did not feel sad for me, I just felt concerned for her. It was the first pregnancy announcement in 6 years that I didn’t, deep down, make about me. In fact, those words almost made me want to throw up.

I think I may finally be healed…


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Marathons for Sammy

In one of my aunt’s posts on Caring Bridge about Sam, she wrote about his recovery being like a marathon:

“Now, to further explain what the word “recover” means. Again, we have no way of knowing what the extent of his recovery will be. This is going to be a long-haul — doctors have referred to it as “a marathon”. We could see little improvement, a complete recovery, or somewhere in-between. Like we keep saying, we just don’t know, and won’t know until Sam wakes up.”

I’ve been struggling to come up with a new fitness plan for myself, and I really want to do more cross training.  I need to get into the garage to kick the bag and do some INSA.NITY, but I really, really enjoy running.  I’m thinking of running as much as I can in the mornings and evenings, and doing garage workouts a couple of days a week during nap time (they both still nap at the same time, but I think that’s coming to an end this summer…).  When I read the above about Sam, I knew right away what my next self-imposed fitness challenge would be.

Until Sammy wakes up, I will run as many “marathons” as I can, meaning keep count of each and every run and start a new set every time I compile 26.2 miles.  I tend to just think of him while I run, so why not run for him?

So far, I’ve logged 13.03 miles:

Tues, 06/02/15    5.24 miles

Wed, 06/03/15    3.03 miles (fastest ever, I might add!)

Thur, 06/04/15   4.76 miles

These are much shorter distances than I’m used to, but I like them quite a bit and I’m not training for anything right now (I did NOT run that half marathon on Saturday, which was a blessing since I had to drive 4.5 hours to Sam at 3:00 that afternoon).  My goal is to log at least one cross training and also one strength session a week.

I’ll log everything here, and I’m starting on Saturday (but will include the miles already accumulated in marathon #1)


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Time Stood Still

My family has started a Caring Bridge site for Sam, so I feel like I can share what’s going on now.

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I think I’ve mentioned this before, but our extended family on my mom’s side was idyllic – still is.  My grandparents had this massive property with a humongous house (even by today’s standards), a pond, a woodshop, a small farm, and land that went on forever (not really, but to a kid, it felt that way).  We could not wait to get out of the car to see our cousins whenever we went up to visit, and my dad couldn’t even get the car stopped before the doors flew open.  Grandma always, ALWAYS, had a pot roast on and the house smelled delicious each and every time.  The older cousins helped with the meal but the younger cousins (me, luckily) were free to roam and do whatever we wanted to do.  We got to play in Grandpa’s woodshop until Uncle T cut his finger off with a saw – and that happened when I was 10.  We’d take off for hours and no one worried or even cared.  We played in “secret rooms” in the house, setup haunted houses, played “Annie,” in the big windows (orphanage scene), and just made sure to clean up any mess we made.  Perfection.  We were never scolded by our grandparents and my grandpa made each and every one of us (22 in all) feel like his favorite.  It was an incredible extended-family upbringing.

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All of the 22 grandkids in front of Grandma and Grandpa’s front door – taken at the time of Grandpa’s funeral. That’s Sammy in the very front!

My mom is one of 7 kids and she’s the 6th,  but my aunt K came 10 years after my mom.  I was one of the youngest grandkids for 18 years until my aunt had my cousin, we’ll call her SK.  It was WONDERFUL to have a new cousin, even though we had heaps of second cousins already.  Sam came 2 years after that and the two of them really were the family’s babies – everyone enjoyed them so much because we were old enough to dote on them and treat them more like a niece and nephew than cousins.  SK and Sam had all of those second cousins around their age to act like regular cousins, so they had a very similar family experience to the older cousins.  The second cousins are as close as the first cousins were/are, but just a generation behind.

Growing up, everyone in my mom’s family was close, but I was especially close to my Aunt K, SK and Sam’s mom, for many many years.  So when SK’s mom asked us a few months ago if we knew of a sublease that SK could take over for 8 weeks this summer to complete an internship, of course we opened up our house to her.  It is SK’s brother, Sam, who was in the accident and is now in critical condition, so this hit way closer to home than it would have just 3 weeks ago before she moved in.  SK is 21, and Sam is 19.

Thank God SK is with us.

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On Friday, my aunt K called me in a panic because she couldn’t reach my cousin, SK, and Sam had been in an accident.  ‘She won’t answer her phone, Sam is OK but has a badly broken leg, B is perfectly fine, so is the other driver, K is being life flighted to Sioux Falls.  Wait, here’s the doctor.  They say we’re emergency-transporting Sam to SD because of how bad his leg is (broken completely in 3 places with bones sticking out).  Wait, we’re not?  Court, please tell SK and then please have her call me.’  And she hung up.  I kept it together, didn’t ask questions, just listened and took in what I could.  I’m good at not asking questions in situations like these and just letting the person talk.  I had what I needed to call SK and fill her in enough to be calm when she called her mom.

As calm as I was with Aunt K, I was a complete mess when I finally got ahold of SK.  She wasn’t answering for us either (Hottie was trying too) so I had to call her work and have them interrupt her.  She cried, but seemed fine.  She called her mom, then called me back saying that she was going to wait until later to go up because they weren’t sure yet where they were taking Sam.  Her coworkers and I told her to hit the road and just head north, because she would be going north no matter where they took him.  We didn’t see her before she left.  She texted me when she got there and she was fine and calm, and Sam was in surgery.

He never woke up.

On Saturday we went to see Hottie’s folks and he filled them in on everything (while I was away).  When we were loading up, SK texted me asking if I’d spoken with her mom.  I had not.  “What’s up?” I wrote back.  My MIL agreed with me that this was not feeling good so I called SK and she called me right back after getting to a private place.  “Sam may never wake up.”

I wanted so badly to be with her, but she told me that she does better on her own.  She sent a link to what had happened and it was, most definitely, scary stuff.  I was a mess, my kids wondered why I was crying, Hottie started planning what to do, and we drove home (40 minutes).  When we got home, I went to put Bryson down and I honestly just wanted to hold him as I cried, but I also knew that SK needed support.  I remembered that she and Sam are both very close to our 19 year old second cousin, S, who actually lives down the street from us (weird!) and I texted his big brother to see if he wanted to go see Sam and SK.  Within 45 minutes, we were on the road to South Dakota as Hottie booked hotels and figured out childcare in case we didn’t come back on Sunday.

We spent 48 hours with SK and our entire extended family.  We got there at 9:00 at night and the waiting room was full of kids Sam’s age, aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins, spouses of cousins, family friends, etc.  We went back to see Sam right away, but it was really Aunt K and Uncle D I needed to see.  They didn’t know we were coming, so that started a bunch of emotions and then we saw SK – poor SK.  I asked no questions – because I don’t think it’s my business until they want to make it my business.  Sam looked great (remember, all he had was a broken leg in the accident) and it was hard to even understand that he was very, very sick.  We came home on Monday and SK came home on Tuesday.  She’s with us now, trying to get back to a routine (but not normal) while we wait on Sam to recover.

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Sam was driving his car with his two friends on Friday morning.  He and the other front-seat passenger had seat belts on, but the rear passenger did not.  They were on a divided highway when the semi in front of them stopped to turn left (perfectly legal), but Sam did not notice and neither did K in the back seat (B was asleep in the front seat – teenagers!).  They slammed full-speed into the stopped semi and K flew into, but not through, the windshield.  Sam broke his long bones in his calf in three places, and they were complete breaks.  Because of the severity of his injury, he needed a special orthopedic surgeon to set his leg with steel rods so he was transported out of state to a facility better prepared to handle his case.

During the surgery, bone marrow was released and the fatty globules within it rushed through his system into his brain.  The lungs and heart should have filtered this out, but they didn’t, so doctors are trying to figure out how it went straight to his brain.  It doesn’t really matter how it got there – it’s there – and it’s done lots of damage.  Sam has suffered “many” strokes and is in a non-induced coma.  He is non-responsive and it’s been almost 4 days.  The first 72 hours were critical and we needed him to wake up, but he didn’t.  Now, we wait.

K went home yesterday (yes, still happy for them, but so sad for us).

I am confident that Sam will wake up eventually, and as I’ve told SK and everyone else, I’m in no hurry for him to do it.  Comas are the body’s way of shutting down so that proper healing can happen, and that’s what his body is doing.  As long as he wakes up, he can stay in the coma for as long as he and/or his body wants.  What is not known is A) when/if he’ll wake up (I choose “when”) and B) what his capabilities will be when he does wake up.

Sammy

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This is all very hard because as much as time stood still for those 48 hours that I was in SD, life has to go on back home.  I’m in no place to just act like things are normal, but I have to do my best to keep SK’s home positive and energetic.  I am already preparing for her to be with us longer than expected (she was heading to NYC for an internship on July 9th (she’s CRAZY talented, and this is the opinion of artists everywhere and not just me!) but she’s thinking of not going and seeing if she can stay on longer with her internship here) and honestly, I want her to stay here and stay close.  I told my Aunt K and Uncle D to not worry about SK – that I’ve got her and her needs at the top of my priority list and will take good care of her.  That is what I need to do.

I know that a lot of you are praying for Sam.  Thank you for that.  Please keep praying for him and his family.  I am linking his caring bridge site here in case you’d like to keep up (by no means feel obligated to do so).  Updates are few and far between, but they’re there.


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Happy For Them…

I’m ashamed to admit this, but here it is.

The other kid left the ICU today. Sam did not. As they wheeled the other kid down the hall to the elevators, his family happily following behind, I felt bitter. The same bitterness that I was ashamed of when trying to get pregnant… Happy for them, sad for us.

This is not how it was supposed to go.

36 more critical hours…


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Counting on Nature

My extended family had a rough day today, and because of my closeness in proximity to my cousin who had her phone turned off at work, I had to receive a frantic, upsetting phone call and then deliver the news to her. What happened isn’t my story to tell, but the impact of the situation is still unknown and I’m very worried about my youngest cousin (the baby between both sides of my family). Being a mother myself, I’ve learned that even if your kid walks away from a bad situation mostly physically unscathed, that the impact of his actions to those around him can be just as hard, or even harder, to handle than most physical harm that could come to him.

Oh the things we learn and lose sleep over once we become parents.

So after a very mentally exhausting day that ended with no peace of mind, I just wanted to go out with my family for dinner. Dinner was great, until it wasn’t, but watching the boys befriend ducks and geese and bunnies at our little town center ended the day as well as it could be ended. You can always count on nature for that! 😁


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These Two

These boys of ours are something else. One minute, they’re best friends and the next, they’re pounding on each other. And then, once time-outs are started, they won’t let the other one sit alone, because they don’t want the other to be lonely. This is the daily cycle in our house. 

Love-dislike-love.

That’s better than dislike-love-dislike, to be sure. But it’s still exhausting!

We’ve had way more happy moments together than angry moments lately, and no matter what the mood, Matthew wants to go nowhere without his brother. “Bryce, do you want to come to school with me?” “Brycie, want a bite of my cookie?” “Bryson, want to lay with me?” It’s ridiculously cute.

And the love and adoration goes both ways. Bryson is lost anywhere without his brother. Parks and play areas are a pass without Matthew and Bryson insists on getting Matthew up to play with him once he’s up in the mornings or after naps. I love watching him walk around the house calling out Matthews name.

They’re best friends.

My SIL told me today that we’ve done a great job making them best friends, but we didn’t do anything special.

We got lucky. That is all!

 


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Thank You, 2014!

2014 was a great year for our family. It didn’t start out well at all, but turned around rather quickly with a lot of self-awareness on Hottie’s and my parts, lots of hard work, and heaps of forgiveness. Basically, I feel like we grew into each other and our life as a family of four this year.

Having small children is a challenge. We started the year with a 2.5 year old and a 6 month old – meaning that our oldest was always being put on hold for naps, nursing, etc. and our focus on one another was, well, pretty non-existent. We started 2014 in survival mode, and there’s truly no other way to describe it. No one was sleeping (except Matthew) and fuses were short. Tempers flared and skins were thin. It was not good. But somehow, the fog lifted and we looked forward, and we found our way as a family of four.

I won’t lie – we made a lot of conscious changes to be better to each other, communicate more openly, and treat each other more as true friends than roommates. We talked about learning to forgive each other effectively, but also efficiently. I lived with the mantra that I will forgive for the things I’d like to be forgiven for if it was the other way around. I shared that viewpoint and Hottie agreed that was a good way to think about forgiveness. We grew, we reconnected, and we ended up in a very, VERY happy place. We ended the year with Hottie taking the two weeks off between Christmas and new years like he did last year, but I enjoyed having him home every minute this year as opposed to last year when I felt suffocated and invaded.

Yeah… Hottie and I had a great 2014! We’re best friends who are in love!

The kids had a great year! Matthews speech is great, Bryson is such a big kid, school is going great, and both kids are just so happy and good to each other. We are very happy parents!

And me… This was my year to get back to my normal self. The me before IF ruined me, mind and body. And I hit it hard. I took myself and my goals seriously and found great success all around. I am stronger than I’ve ever been, I’m healthier than I’ve ever been, and I’m happier than I’ve been since meeting my soul mate 7.5 years ago. I know I’m riding on a high here, but I’m cool with that. Being this happy feels damn good!

There’s no “good riddance to 2014” from this gal. There’s nothing but gratitude and appreciation for a fantastic year of countless highs, a few lows (I still miss my Lily cat beyond even my own comprehension) that taught us a lot, and health and happiness for us all.

Thank you, 2014 – you did right by us!

(2015, please don’t kick us in the teeth to balance us out!)

 


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A Second 10 Weeks in Review

Here I am, another 10 weeks later (actually 12 weeks later because of vacations), and I’m happy with my final statistics.  I didn’t hit my weight goal, but I did exceed my body fat goal, which is awesome!

Here are my 10-week stats (I didn’t test with push-ups, sit-ups, or the mile run… sorry!):

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  • I lost a total of 4.25 inches over my entire body
  • I lost 10.4 pounds (goal was 12 pounds)
  • I lost 2.3% body fat (goal was 2.1%)
  • I lost 1.7 points in BMI

I had a goal of working out 6 days a week, and when this was all said and done, I ended up at 104% of that goal, which is something I’m super proud of.  Many days included double workouts, and I spent at least 5 hours a week, every week, exercising.  I also added a lot of strength training to this 10 weeks, which was really needed.

 

Here is my weight tracking over the 10 week period:

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And here are my before and after photos.  Please remember that the before photos from June are just hideous because I NEVER stand like that in real life.  The side view of the before photo still nauseates me, but it does show how far I’ve come in 23 weeks now!  There was no sucking it in in the after photos – just flexing those abs and arms!

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Top left 6/14/14; Top right 8/23/14; Bottom left 10/18/14; Bottom right  11/22/14

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Top left 6/14/14; Top right 8/23/14; Bottom left 10/18/14; Bottom right 11/22/14

 

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June 14th to November 22nd… oh the difference 5 months can make!

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5 Months of hard work!

 

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Today!

 

 

So there it is – not a lot to say because it’s late and I’m super tired, and I just did strength training for over an hour while we watched TV.  I start a new session TOMORROW and will post my starting stats (they may be different from these ending stats from Saturday).