Proclamations & Confessions

I drove up to the Ozarks this morning to help my sister. After fracturing her elbow in February, they discovered there's some cartilage damage. She's finally seeing a surgeon tomorrow to see what can be done.

Not long after we arrived, she got a call from her sister-in-law that her niece is very ill. Baby Vina is six months old and was taken to the doctor with RSV. They care flighted her to Children's in OKC and have put her in a medically induced coma.

A couple of hours later, I got a call that my sister-in-law had given birth ten weeks early. Baby Benji weighed in at 3 lbs 5 oz and is in the NICU on a ventilator.

But wait, there's more-

Because of my hernia, I have a hard time driving more than 3 hours a day. I drove 3 hours to get here today and the visit to the surgeon tomorrow will be a 3 hour round trip. I planned on resting Wednesday and heading home Thursday if I feel good enough. I'm not close to anyone in my husband's family. They didn't like the idea of him marrying an older divorced woman with two daughters and a nephew. I'm four years older than him and one of my girls doesn't live with me. I share custody of my nephew with my mom, but he doesn't live with me either. It also didn't help matters that my health got really bad a year after we married and I haven't had a "real job" in four years. Although, the biggest issue is that we moved two hours away from his family. Even though it was for a new job that is twice as better as the one he had at the time.

Anyway, since I didn't drop everything and drive three hours home so that I could then drive my husband two hours to see his brother, I'm now the Heartless Ice Queen.

Does anyone care to know what my husband said?
"I don't know what Grandma thinks I can do if I do go, but if Kase wants me there, he'll tell me. Stick with your plans. If something really bad happens, we'll figure something out."

There's a reason my husband tends to shy away from his family. So when his grandmother called me for the sixth time, I firmly and politely told her that it was out of my hands. I choose to honor my husband's wishes, even when I don't agree. (Well, most of the time!) Not because I'm weak- because I'm strong. I won't attempt to guilt or manipulate him to make other people happy.

Isn't it a shame that there are two infants currently fighting to live and instead of focusing on praying for them, we spent several hours fielding rude phone calls? Bless her heart.

Now that I've gotten all that garbage out of my system, I'll ask ya'll to keep Vina & Benji in your thoughts, prayers, happy energy, or whatever floats your boat.