She is doing awesome! God is good!
Here’s what happened…
My baby sister Crissie needed a partner-in-crime last Tuesday. Her husband started a new job in Enid and she had a Drs Appointment. I volunteered to go with her. I picked her up at 8:30, we stopped at Sonic for tator tots (breakfast of champions) then started planning our day. Her 7 month check up was at 9 am then we were going to go register for her baby shower, then lunch! It was lookin’ like a good day.
At the Docs office, things quickly went a little wonky!
First, He diagnosed her with Pre eclampsia, bummer, strict bed rest. Her blood pressure was SUPER high. He gave us a prescription for blood pressure medicine. Hmm…we looked at each other…”Guess we won’t be eating lunch out today!”
High blood pressure is really scary, but the Doc doesn’t act real worried. Neither did we, just bummed about the bed rest.
Doc sent us to the hospital for her ultrasound (we were expecting it, cause she had placenta previa). He also said we would do a non-stress test. They hook up a moniter to your tummy and listen to the baby’s heart for an hour then send you home.
We head to the hospital, still pitifully unaware!
“Oh man,” say Crissie “Mom was gonna go to the ultrasound with me. I didn’t know we would do it TODAY!”
“Okay, let’s call her. It will probably be over when she gets here, but maybe she will get to see some of it!”
In the hospital:
Check in at 10:30
Ultrasound until 11:15, something looks “off” and when the tech sends us upstairs, he won’t look in my eyes and the paper says ‘No fetal movement’
Crissie is completely unaware. I grab the paper and show it to Mom on the way upstairs. This does not look great!
They hook Crissie to a fetal moniter. Completely normal…
We are talking about her STRICT bedrest and rearranging our afternoon to fit. Maybe we should do take-out for lunch and register online for the shower! Perfect!
Here comes the nurse. “Dr is on his way, I’m gonna start an IV”
Here comes the Dr “Well, a lot has changed since we saw you this morning!”
I’m thinking “This morning?!? It was 2 HOURS ago!”
Dr: “Your ultrasound shows no fluid around the baby, so we need to go in there and get her out. We are taking her for emergency C-Section”
Her comes two more nurses, all starting IV’s or hooking things up.
There is just enough time to wipe the tears from Crissie’s eyes, then she is gone.
I look across the room at Mom…there are NO words
After contacting Crissie’s husband and everyone we know, we wait.
Thank God for the great Doctors and Nurses!!
The nurse comes in to tell us Crissie is okay, did well, and will be in recovery for an hour.
The doctor is working on the baby then will life flight her to a big hospital.
Baby Danica came into the world 9 weeks early at 2 lbs 1oz.
When Crissie came back in the room, alive and well, I thought it was the best moment I had ever seen.
I was wrong…
Seeing a picture of Crissie holding Baby Danica, 4 days later, THAT was the best moment!
Baby Danica still has a long time in the NICU but the Dr’s have described her as ‘fiesty’ She was able to get rid of oxygen and breathe on her own after 4 days.
The baby Dr told us-“That baby is a miracle! A few more hours and she would not be with us”
The OBGYN told us- “If you would not have had that appointment today, we would have delivered a stillborn” Those were tough words to hear
We KNOW Baby Danica was given to us by God and God continues to watch over her and Crissie everyday!
Thank you to all our family and friends for your prayers and support! We love each and every one of you!!
To get updates on Baby Danica, visit www.caringbridge.org/visit/danicaswinford
I love conversations in the car with my kids! You never know what they will come up with!
“Mom, if you dig for a long time can you get to the Earth’s core?”
“Hmmm...I suppose so.”
“Cool! Can I dig a hole when we get home?”
“Please, Please, Please!”
“Uhh…Ask your Dad when we get home.”
Of course, Dad is ultra awesome. He hands the boy a shovel and tells him to go dig in the field. Rick and I watch him and the other neighborhood boys dig for about 20 minutes. Then, Rick pops out of his chair like a jack-in-the-box, “Oh crap, I think that’s where our phone line is buried!”
Ten minutes later, THAT hole is filled back in and the kids are directed to a new spot. They dug the new hole for, at least, an hour. Who knew a shovel could be so entertaining?!?
“The best part”, the boy tells me later “was when I crouched down in the hole and Robbie* ramped his bike over me!”
After I fainted and was revived, he said, “Don’t worry Mom. We tested if first! Plus, Mike* owes me $9.00 now cause he bet I wouldn’t do it!”
At least he didn’t make his sister do it. Well, I don’t THINK he did. Ack! Maybe, I should go ask him! LOL
*Neighborhood kids names changed, to protect the little heathens...lol
Yippee! The raffle is over! SO proud of all the kids! Sold over 4, 400 tickets. We will be getting a new letterboard for the school!
Also, thanks to all my family, the boy took 2nd place as top seller!
My legs are still killing me from the last walk around the neighborhood. I’m so happy it’s over. I think I’ll break out in song…
Feel free to sing along!
(Sung to the tune of “Ding Dong…the Wicked Witch is Dead”)
Ding Dong…The Raffles Done
Which Raffle?…the School Raffle
Ding Dong…The School Raffle is done
Let’s be real….
Okay, if I’m going to REALLY write about my life, at some point, I need to be honest about the dysfunction.
Let me share our last birthday party.
My sister, Cass, had a birthday party for her boyfriend’s 12 yr old son. We meet at a local pizza joint. We had a room to ourselves, but we should have had our own building!
I walk in with my two kids and already there are; my sister, her boyfriend and their four kids, her dad, my sister’s boyfriends family, a few other adults and LOTS of 12 year old boys!
I make a trip to the buffet, so far, boring, yeah!
I think I will sit by Cass’ Dad. We don’t have a great relationship (mostly cause we are both really stubborn) but the man did raise me the first 12 years. My Mom and StepDad are no where in sight. Hmm, maybe this is a good thing, and where is my other sister?!?
Kids are eating, I’m eating, wow, this is a really calm party.
Two blissful minutes later, my head is buzzing with…
Holy cow! Why is that baby screaming? And why does she have to be with our party? Why are they “teaching her a lesson” here and now? Why not in the bathroom or better yet at home?
Where are all the 12 yr old boys? Oh, outside climbing on the fence like monkeys. Is that a table they are standing on? Oops, guess so, that manager does NOT look happy.
Why is my son in the corner, curled in a ball with his ears covered? Oh yea, the toddler is still SCREAMING. Wonder if she has learned her lesson yet? Ha
Is that my Mom? You bet ya! She plops down beside me, just in time for cake!
Where are the 12 yr olds now? Oh, I guess they are just going to run amuck inside now. Hmmm, bet the manager wishes he had let them stay outside!
Here comes my son, he is screaming because his ears are still covered and the toddler is getting heated up again.
“Mom,Can I please go outside?”
“Because, apparently kids outside need to have adult supervision.”
“Can I go if an adult goes with me?”
“Because, son, we don’t seem to have any at this party!”
He slinks back to the corner.
At this point the 12 yr old boys are throwing balls they got out of the junk machines in the corner. Wonder if that quarter the Pizza Joint made was worth it?
This party is getting a little hairy! Okay, time for a pep talk. You can do this Sunie! Let your kids eat cake then get out! Fast! Before things get more crazy!
The waitress is hiding in the back (wonder if there is room back there for me?) and Cass’ Dad REALLY wants a refill. I feel a rumble…wait…then he growls. I tuck in my rear and duck down a little (flashbacks). His growl is very real and very scary. It usually precedes his tongue between his teeth then a thump to the head. Where the poo is that waitress?!?
Oww, what just hit me in the head? Stupid boys! Stupid quarter ball! Another growl from beside me, eek!
Is it time to go yet?
Baby girl, clean the cake off your face. We are outta here! Go give hugs. Head to the car.
Cass, do you need help paying for all this? No? Are you sure? Let me help. Oh, kids eat free on Wednesday? Yea, but this is a party! So, not only did we tear the place up but we didn’t pay for our food? Well, ya got guts, I’ll say that for ya!
Where did my kids go? I mime to my son (his ears are still covered. He’s a sensitive little fella.)To the car, babies, run!
Where are the 12 yr olds? There they are, in the parking lot of the store down the street, playing dodgeball. DON’T WAVE!! People will think they belong to us!
Being a mature adult, I called my other sister on the way home.
“I hate you just a little bit right now!”
*giggles* “Hi Sunie, how was the party?”
“Nice of you to make it!! There were a million wild kids and I had to sit in between our Mom and your Dad!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,” (lots of laughter) “How did that go for you?”
“Well, they were on their best behavior but he growled a lot and I’m pretty sure Mom rolled her eyes a couple of times! Plus, I got a little smooshed in their ‘bad vibe” sandwich! If you had been there at least we could have had a two person wide buffer!”
“Hmm, I don’t really feel sorry for you.”
“I got stuck with that duty at the last party, when you didn’t show!”
“I don’t remember that!”
“You wouldn’t! You weren’t there!!!”
“Hmm, good point! See ya at Easter!”
Disclaimer: Obviously, these are my own feelings and opinions about the event. They do NOT reflect the feelings of other family members. And if someone spits in my food at Easter, I’m going to be REAL mad!! lol
I know it's been awhile since I had a post...BUT...it's been insane around here.
So... 2 field trips, 1 last day to kill myself selling raffle tickets, 2 birthday parties, one trip to the chiropractor, and a couple days at the bar and I'm back in business!!
No one panic, this seems to be a typical pattern for me! HAHA
Hope things slow down,
Hi, my name is SunieDawn and it seems like most my conversations get intrerrupted by the kids, then I have to say "what was I saying?" to the adult I was talking to....so, bare with me if the blog goes something like that!
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Thank You, Lisa for the art!