Shoeless at Church

Today I went to church with a really cute pair of flip flops on. I was savoring my time in the decent weather to actually get to wear them. However, it quickly became apparent that my feet didn't think they were as cute as I did. I have blogged in the past that I have been having troubles with my feet and hands swelling. I had actually sort of improved and the swelling was starting to go down. But last night, while at my niece's 9th birthday party, the swelling started to come back. As soon as we got to my brothers house, I did what I always do when I walk into any house, I took off my shoes. Well I think my feet saw their chance and they just started to "explode" in a manner of speaking. I was asked to go to my vehicle and retrieve my camera which had pictures of our newly painted house on it. I COULDN'T GET MY AWESOME HUSKER FLIP FLOPS BACK ON. So I took it easy the rest of the night, and went straight to bed when we got home.



This morning I woke up and knew they were still swollen, because it even hurt to walk. But I forced my feet into a cute pair of flip flops and got the girls ready for church. We got to church and I sat down for Sunday school, slipped off my flip flops because they were feeling extremely tight and noticed that it looked like I still had them on. I had the perfect imprint of flip flop straps in my feet. Needless to say I did not put them back on.



Essentially what I am saying with this blog update is that I would appreciate those of you who have been my prayer warriors, to go into battle again, because I do not know, nor do the doctors, what is causing this swelling. I am going to begin in the morning a new avenue of searching for answers.



I pray God's blessings on those who pray for me.

Oh My, Time Flies

Six years ago today, I was in labor, hoping my little girl would come out soon. She had other plans. . .

I was induced at 6 a.m., then I proceeded to labor for about 8 more hours before the nurses decided I could push. I started pushing around 2:30, but I also started swelling. . .which meant Myka was stuck. For some reason my crazy doctor thought that upping my dose of pitocin would allow the swelling to go down. . .HE WAS WRONG. At around 6 when he sauntered back into the room, I looked him in the eye (as only a woman in labor can do) and said, "Get this baby out." So a C Section happened within the hour. Myka had joined us. We were so happy and we still are.

Today my baby is six and on her way to the pumpkin patch with her kindergarten class.

I am feeling really good these days. My feet continue to swell at times, which we have yet to figure out why. . .but other than that, I feel great.