Lads to Leaders, Orlando
We had our first experience at Lads 2 Leaders. It's a church of Christ national convention. It's held every year, always on Easter weekend. School-age kids can choose different events to participate in. Reagan and Riley (along with the rest of our youth group) had been working hard for many months prepping for their events. More specifics in a few minutes.
Since our convention was held in Orlando, we went up a day early and hit Sea World with some friends.
Back to Lads 2 Leaders. I was blown away by the convention. The kids performed well in all of their events... Riley was in the puppet show, and Reagan read aloud to a group of judges and peers. They received recognition for reading the New Testament and more. Both were thrilled with the ribbons and awards. Aside from watching my kids blossom in their church life, my favorite part was spending time with our church friends and family.
Baby's first Easter
Easter Sunday service was to be our last event at L2L. Unfortunately, Reagan woke up with a fever. I didn't have a thermometer with me, but my magic Mom hands told me it was somewhere around 101. I was sick too, so we high-tailed it out of Orlando.
Once we were home, I stuck Remy in his Easter outfits for some photos. I knew I should have done it earlier. Oh well. He was barely able to fit into the cute outfit Riley wore on his first Easter nine years earlier. My Mom made that outfit. I am grateful we were able to get one shot of Remy in it.
Happy 41st Birthday Stu!
A pregnancy side-effect?!
So around my 27th week I had this incredible pain in my chest. It was the lower right side, in the front, felt like my ribs. I assumed I had some dislocated ribs (Reagan used to pop one out, and it hurt like the devil.). This time, I thought multiple ribs were just out of sorts.
I tried everything. Laying on the floor on my right side. Bumping into a wall. Laying flat on my back on the floor. Pushing them back in myself. Taking a hot shower to relieve the pain.
Nothing worked. By around midnight, I was in tears. It was excruciating. Just as I was thinking I should wake Stu, I began throwing up. That got him up. I said, "I think you should take me to the ER."
The ER sent me straight upstairs to OB without so much as asking me what was happening. OB hooked my belly up to all the monitors and such. Everything looked great with the baby. By the time I was in the hospital bed, my pain had subsided. And I was feeling better. The OB nurse chalked it up to my ribs and told me the vomiting probably set them straight.
Ok. Whatevs. My OB was horrified 2 days later, and he sent me back to the ER. But that's a different story.
Now, fast forward to 3 months postpartum. The same tricky pain came back. This time during the day. I was home with all 3 kiddos. I knew it was a problem when I could not lift my baby. At all. I called Stu to come home. And I drove myself to the ER. This time, they found the culprit. My gallbladder. It hates me. The docs wanted to take it out.
However, I was not an emergency case at this exact moment. My gallbladder was not on the verge of rupturing. And the OR was booked for the next day. I was sent home with instructions to see a surgeon and schedule the removal.
My oldest child, Reagan, is 11, Riley is 9 and Remy was born in January 2019. Everyday is a crazy day in the life of the Stus!