Dumas 4
Before we are moms, we are women. Before we are women, we are girls. Before we are girls we are children. Few things have stayed constant in my life through all of these stages. My family, my faith and the desire to be a mother. I loved baby dolls as a child. I would enter a world where I was in control of those around me and they had to do what I told them. I foolishly thought that would happen when I became a mother. When I was a girl, I decided I would have 3 children. Two girls and a boy, just as my mother had. I foolishly thought that I got to decide these things when I became a mother. When I became a woman, I decided I would also have a wonderful career alongside these 3 perfect children. I foolishly thought I could do it all. As I lay here in bed recovering from a very simple surgery that had lasting effects on my ability to have more children, there is a photo in my direct line of sight. Its a black and white photo that I cherish. It is from a vacation we took before Emma was even 1 year old. We went to Colorado for a week in the summer to escape the heat of Texas, and the busyness of life. On our way home we stopped in Dumas, TX for a picture. There are not that many people who have the honor of having a last name like Dumas. It is often mispronounced, I'm sure my husband was teased terribly as a child, and I'm certain my daughters will hate it when they hit the 'tween years. But I married into this name. It came with the man I love so I like it. Just before you get to Dumas, Texas, there is a sign that reads "Dumas 4" indicating that you are just 4 miles from the thriving metropolis of Dumas, Texas (population 13,747, a quarter the size of the college I went to). I made my husband and my two daughters (and even my cousin Caitlin who came with us on this trip) get out and take a picture with this sign. At the last second, as the baby was crying and the toddler was whining, I just looked up and snapped one last photo of this sign. I eventually had a black and white made of it and I've always loved it but the "4" part of "Dumas 4" never meant much to me. I always planned that our family would be a family of 5 eventually. Today though, it reminds me that when I snapped that photo, on the side of the highway, in 100 degree heat, God knew I would need a sign. Dumas 4. It is, and always was, His plan for my life. I'm thankful for my sign. I needed a sign. I'd like to have that sign. I wonder what the fine is for stealing a sign that reads "Dumas 4." It might be worth it.
Friday, August 17, 2007
My Gut
Some people believe it is mother’s intuition, others believe it is a gut feeling. Some people don’t believe it at all. Its that feeling you get in the deepest part of your heart when you know something that others don’t know about your child. I don’t know for certain where it comes from but I do believe. Brooke is my oldest child, my first baby. I didn’t believe I had “it” when she was a baby. I listened to the doctor’s advice and did what she told me to do. I asked my husband, my mother, my friends, everyone but myself how to care for that baby. It was great to get their feedback, and they were usually right. But occasionally, my “gut” would tell me different. I didn’t trust it at first. What did I know? I was a new mom. But now I know different. A doctor can say she’s well but I know when she’s sick. A teacher can tell me she’s doing fine, but I know when she’s struggling. Even Brooke can tell me, “I’m ok,” but I know when she is not. I’ve been wrong before, it’s not an exact science. But my odds are pretty good thus far. Poor Brooke had her tonsils out today. It took about 2 years for someone to finally agree with me that she needed the surgery. I had just about given up until the nice man who had to do her 20th throat culture in just 4 years said to me, “Are her tonsils always huge?” He was a Nigerian man with a wonderful accent who made even the word “tonsils” sound lovely. I replied, “I think they are always huge but her doctor seems to think they are just big, not sick.” “No ma’am, they are sick. They are so swollen, they are touching each other. You need to see an ENT this week.” And that was it. I made the appointment, the expert on tonsils and adenoids and all things throat related agreed. So why didn’t I trust my gut years before when the chronic sore throat began? I should have done this 2 years ago. She’s miserable tonight. Her throat hurts and her ears ache. She doesn’t like not getting to eat her favorite foods and the medicine makes her loopy but it will all be worth it when she gets through a school year missing less than 14 days. I trust my gut when it tells me she’s upset, mad, lying or embarrassed. Why didn’t I trust it this time? I knew her tonsils were making her sick over and over again. I knew that her tummy aches and headaches were not normal. I didn’t listen to “it.” Well, I’m listening now. I know way down deep in the deepest part of my heart that we did the right thing today. My gut is telling me she’s going to be just fine and I believe it!
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My gut sometimes hangs over my pants a little more than I would like, sometimes it makes it hard to breathe if I have to bend down to pick up something off the floor or tie a shoe. Ouch, hurts just thinking about it. Drawstring pants baby!! Oh, just realized you're talking about a different kind of "gut". Yes, you've got it girl, you're a great mom, and I'm sure you'll see a much improved Brooke! Thanks for blogging again!!
Love seeing a new blog. April, I am crying I am laughing so hard at your comment. I think you are the last person to be saying your gut hangs over your pants :) I am glad you finally know what is wrong with Brooke.
I'm so glad you got someone to help little Brooke out! I finally had my tonsils out at age 23 after suffering from strep and tonsilitis 2 or 3 times every year. She may be in pain now, but she'll thank you when she realizes how much better she feels overall!
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