Today was one of those days that is the blessing provided for enduring one very hot summer! I love Fall. However, I've been so worried about how I was going to handle this weekend's activities - that I didn't get to fully appreciate the amazing weather (I actually prayed for rain this weekend.....the Lord listened but did things on his own time table)!
The NICU reunion was this weekend...I'm in charge of the event. We had over 500 people attend. Tabb was at my side along with the most amazing family, friends, and coworkers that I could ask for. Several of the Young Men from our Ward volunteered their time to direct traffic, haul stuff, make snow cones, and play with kids. So many people commented on how respectful and sweet these boys are.....I love our youth!!! Highlights of the day....seeing happy parents and happy kids. When we see these families in the NICU it is at the most stressful time of their lives. At the reunion, they're all so anxious for us to see how their "tiny" miracle grew up. My children are miracles too! Watching them play with the "little ones" reminded me of how much I prayed and hoped for each of their arrivals into our family.
Stop reading at this point if you have a weak stomach....so last night I was busy working on my nursing research paper that was due today...ughhh is all I have to say about that! I had to be up at 5 am for the reunion and I also had to take a math exam and a nursing research exam by Sunday evening. Needless to say....I was feeling swamped. By 9 pm, I had not eaten dinner. Tabb came home with the kids and gave me 1/2 a quesidilla ..... I poured a glass of milk to go with it (usually I don't drink milk, but my stomach was feeling a little odd). I ate the food and within 5 minutes I realized I was in trouble. I called for Tabb and said...."Get a bowl...quick!!" I haven't tossed my cookies in years (Keeks...I'm sure you remember a bonding experience we both had...I still think in horror on that experience). Anyway....I layed down on the sofa and prayed that the feeling would go away (....no, I'm not pregnant....there is no star in the east). Thinking that my bed might be more comfortable....I went upstairs and made it as far as the door to my room. At least I had the bowl with me. Poor Tabb....he was right behind me for the reappearance of dinner. I sure love him. He has a rock iron stomach and can handle the sound/smell of throwing up. I still gag when others get sick...some nurse, huh!! Anyway, I laid down on the bed and started thinking of what my boss would say if I called in sick for the Reunion the next morning. I prayed so hard for the feeling to go away. It would have been horrible if I came down with a flu bug before a big event. I had visions of running around doing the set up carrying my bowl! The Lord took pity on my sick little soul and by the morning, the feeling had come and gone. I didn't eat or drink until late afternoon ( I did have a diet coke), but that was it. I'm so grateful for answers to prayer. It would have been absolutely awful to let so many people down! I hope you enjoy the few photos I took.