Today seemed like a great time to tell our story - mostly of the last 6 years and 9 months. Why? Three reasons really:
1. Chris and I celebrated our 11th Anniversary Saturday (7/21).
2. I heard a song at church on Sunday which always reminds me of these past 6 years.
3. Yesterday we finished going through the 16 week ReEngage marriage program.
On October 10, 2005, Chris, our oldest daughter Savannah, and I had family portraits done at the Dallas Arboretum. I was 8 months pregnant and life was wonderful! We were happy, had great jobs, & I was planning on staying home once Payton (our 2nd DD) arrived. We had no idea that our lives were about to change forever.
October 10, 2005
I remember Saturday, October 15th well. We had planned to go as a family of 3 to the Texas State Fair. Savannah was having a rough day and Chris wanted to go home as soon as we got there. I begged him to stay and it turned out to be ok. That night we ordered pizza for dinner (marinara was my only craving both pregnancies).
Sunday, October 16th, we went to church like normal and everything was fine. That night we had dinner plans with our neighbors who moved to OK along with other neighbors on our street. Chris started feeling really ill and sick to his stomach, and though I selfishly begged him to try to go, he couldn't. I took Savannah with me to meet our sweet neighbors for dinner and left Chris feeling awful in bed. We ordered our food and I check my phone seeing I had a missed call from Chris. I call him back and with no answer got a bit worried. All of a sudden an unknown number rings and I answer to hear the voice of a paramedic who is at my home with Chris & about to take him to the hospital!
I cannot tell you, what that moment or the next 30 minutes were like for me. My precious out-of-town neighbor who was there visiting people rushed into action. Her husband switched car seats around so he could keep their oldest & Savannah at the restaurant to eat, while she drove me and her baby to the hospital and stayed with me until Chris' sister could come get Savannah & his parents could be there for me. Those neighbors will never know what their selfless hearts meant to me as I was emotional, pregnant, & falling apart.
Chris stayed in the hospital 3 days with all sorts of tests showing nothing. About 3 weeks later, Chris ended up in the hospital again for 4 days and again with tests showing nothing. Four days after coming home, we welcomed our daughter Payton into our family on November 15, 2005. And while she was a huge blessing and we were excited, reality struck. Chris had already missed so many days of work, I had also which meant as a teacher I now went into maternity leave with no days for subs. Chris continued to feel awful & Payton was a very needy and loud little red-head. Our 1st night at home, P woke up at 3am, woke Chris up and he became really ill and asked me to call his parents. They came over right away so they could help me with the baby & Savannah the next morning. Chris slept the entire day, literally until 4pm while his parents helped with Savannah & I took care of Payton. It was my birthday and no one called or remembered until Chris woke up at 4. Selfish of me, YES, the way I wanted to spend my birthday, NO. It was just so busy and crazy!
Thanksgiving came and went and Christmas approached. We celebrated with my family out of town that Christmas. To my frustration, Chris was called on the phone to help fix a MAJOR issue at work and was literally on the phone/computer for hours on Christmas day. Payton was unusually fussy being off schedule with noise and commotion, and Savannah was running a fever because of teething (which I didn't know until almost 2 hours later when I finally was able to put P down!). It was the best & worst Christmas on record for me. Worst for the above mentioned, but best because I spent 2 hours talking alone with my Dad that night. I put Payton to bed and knowing she'd be up in 2 hours, I couldn't bring myself to put my foot down and cut my Dad off from conversation. It was a great 2 hours with my Dad, but 30 minutes after shutting my eyes, you bet she woke up!
At this point I was sleeping in our guest room with Payton because every 2 hours when she woke up to eat, she'd wake up Chris and he'd feel nauseous and get sick. I was also heart-broken because I now had to leave Payton and go back to work. We didn't know what was wrong with Chris yet and couldn't rely on him being able to work. So I painstakingly took yet another DD to a home care while I went to work. So many do it, but I so badly wanted to stay home with my girls.
My Dad was also in the hospital. He had diabetes. He stubbed his toe at Christmas and it had turned into a staff infection. One week after returning to work, I got yet another life-changing phone call. It was Chris. He asked me if I was in my classroom with the kids (yes) and asked me to get someone to cover my class and call him back in the office. I walked with panic to the office and called him back knowing something had to be wrong with my grandma (Nana had been on/off sick for years and was 84 years old). I literally crumbled to the floor when he told me that my Daddy had stopped breathing. He was brought back after 15 minutes of CPR, but was not responsive.
I ran to my room to try to put sub plans together while Chris left work to go home & pack up me & the girls. I picked up the girls and got the 1st flight home with them in tow by myself. By the next day, I had Chris fly up because no one was giving me good news. My sister & step-mother were talking about taking him off life-support which was an impossible thought in my mind. My Mom and all of my Dad's family were amazing taking care of the girls while I spent time with Dad in the ICU until Chris got there. Friday, January 27, 2006, I took Savannah and Chris in to say goodbye to my Daddy (Popo). He no longer had brain function nor did the doctors feel that would change - he'd gone too long without oxygen. That evening, I watched my Daddy take his final gasping breaths. My heart lost all joy.
Sobbing uncontrollably in the hospital hallway with family trying to console me, I finally had to stand up to go nurse Payton who had gone 4 hours with people trying to calm her. I wasn't ready...I didn't want to 'unplug' him...God was a God of miracles and I was waiting for that! Everyone wanted to go eat and I just sat there staring and wondering how they could eat (while everyone kept reminding me I needed to eat so I could nurse Payton). I was numb.
I returned to work the week after and couldn't/wouldn't talk to anyone about it. Somehow I nursed Payton every 2 hours in the guest room, woke up at 5:00 to get the girls to their home care & myself to work by 7:30. I left work as soon as I could, picked up the girls (stopping to nurse Payton before the 45 minute drive home), and headed home. Most days before arriving home, one or both of the girls would be crying about being hungry and there were TOO many days that I actually fell asleep sitting in traffic & woke to a horn honking at me! I'd get home and whip something up for Savannah before nursing Payton. Chris would get home after that and some days help with Savannah and others go to bed to keep from getting sick.
That March, Chris all but begged me to get help. I was a mess - depressed, numb, lost, angry, sleep-deprived, etc. It took great courage for him to stand up to me & I will forever be greatful to him for doing what so many can't! I reluctantly went to my doctor and cried myself through the appointment where he gave me some medicine for anxiety & depression.
We now knew Chris had a paralysis of the stomach nerves called Gastroparesis. Some people recover quickly, but Chris still suffers from it. I did finish teaching that school year, but began staying home with the girls after that. Payton began sleeping through the night & then started sleeping 20 hours a day! I could barely keep her awake to eat. After a couple doctors & a CT scan, a neurologist diagnosed her with Sensory Integration Disorder. She began having 3 therapists come into our home to work with her speech and development. That August, knowing my paycheck would be gone, I came across a church that paid for child care for Sundays and throughout the week for different classes. That began my part time work.
In September 2007, we sold our house and moved in with Chris' parents for 7 months. Chris' weight continued to drop as his body wasn't absorbing any nutrients nor was he able to eat much. His doctor said that he had 2 choices - a feeding tube or to try a gastric-stimulator which for some helped mask the sick feeling allowing him to eat more. So early December 2007, at a weight of 118 pounds, Chris had the stimulator put in. I cannot tell you what a blessing it was that we were living with his parents at the time...another miracle in all of this.
Thanksgiving 2007
Gradually Chris became stronger & gained weight. That April we moved into a rent house in his parents' neighborhood. I was teaching at a Mothers Day Out program and taking care of Payton's speech therapy (she'd been exited out of developmental, although she still had sensory issues and still does). One year later we bought our current home. Chris continued to gain weight & Savannah started school. We joined our church, Lake Pointe, and found an amazing life group. I taught Payton at home her preschool year to help her catch up before Kindergarten. The girls are thriving in school & doing so well inspite of their rocky early years. They will be in 1st & 3rd grade this fall and are above level in both reading and math. Savannah also accepted Jesus as her Lord and Savior in January 2011 & was baptized by Chris. Talk about joy in my heart!!!
Chris decided to try going Gluten Free this June after he began having Irritable Bowl Syndrome issues more frequently this past spring. He's only had 2 episodes since then which is encouraging for us to continue. He still suffers bad spells with his Gastroparesis (GP), but is so faithful and strong that he chooses to be positive & not let it get him down. We just celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary & completed ReEngage (which I could talk about and thank God for all day long) and could not be happier! We are happy because we choose to be thankful for God's strength each day and put our faith in the plan He has for our lives.
Why would I choose to share this extremely long story? Because I wouldn't be who I am today without the trials I had endured. My outlook on life has changed dramatically and I'm less selfish than I use to be (like all those years ago when I forced going to the Fair and then 24 hours later my husband had an incurrable stomach disease). I have a new outlook on death...though my heart aches for my Daddy & now my grandma (Nana who did pass away this past January), I look forward to joining them one day in heaven and now see the joy in sadness.
I am not different than anyone else that faces trials, but I think our story is a powerful example of God's strength and glory - one worth sharing as an example to those who might question why we must face these trials - one worth sharing as an example to others of God's goodness, faithfulness, & unconditional love. I lost all my joy when my Daddy passed away, but God never left my side...I could literally feel Him carrying me so many days. In Psalm 30:5 it tells us "Weeping may last for the night, but a shout of joy comes in the morning," and my joy not only came back through His strength and support of people He placed in my life, but today my joy far exceeds what it was and it's here to stay! I have a faithful & growing relationship with God and have seen so many of His miracles and plans unfolding around me. He is so good to me!
July 21, 2012 (our 11th Anniversary)
I mentioned a song that I heard Sunday at church that reminds me of these trial years...it is called "Never Once" by Matt Redman. I'm going to close with the lyrics from this powerful song. I couldn't put into words how I feel any better than this song. Though you may have trials and struggles in this world, remember to listen to the Giggles from Heaven and find joy in every day.
Tammy Jones
"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
"Never Once" by Matt Redman
Standing on this mountaintop
Looking just how far we’ve come
Knowing that for every step
You were with us
Kneeling on this battle ground
Seeing just how much You’ve done
Knowing every victory
Was Your power in us
Scars and struggles on the way
But with joy our hearts can say
Yes, our hearts can say
Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did You leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
Kneeling on this battle ground
Seeing just how much You’ve done
Knowing every victory
Was Your power in us
Scars and struggles on the way
But with joy our hearts can say
Yes, our hearts can say
Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did You leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
Scars and struggles on the way
But with joy our hearts can say
Never once did we ever walk alone
Carried by Your constant grace
Held within Your perfect peace
Never once, no, we never walk alone
Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did You leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
Every step we are breathing in Your grace
Evermore we’ll be breathing out Your praise
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
You are faithful, God, You are faithful