Reflections

I was just thinking about life and how fast time can fly. Just four years ago (though it was a Tuesday instead of a Sunday) I was in a hospital bed in Salt Lake City, dying. That sounds soooo dramatic, but it's true. Of course, at the time, I didn't know my body was shutting down. The doctors and nurses were all very kind and reassuring. I was told that everything would be fine....while Chris was told by everyone (including my dad) that there was a good chance I wouldn't be leaving that bed alive. (Wow...so much drama tonight!) I was in that bed, being pumped with megnesium, potosun, saliene and several other drugs to help me get better, but after thirty hours of dizzyness, nausia, and incoherant forgetfulness they finnally decided to go ahead and do the surgery. Four years ago, tommorrow, our little Landon was cut out of my body, saving my life and changing every aspect of my world.

When I first got pregnant Dad warned me that I was putting my life on the line, I shrugged it off, thinking that Dad was just being funny. When I blew up like a water baloon, (retaining so much water that when I put both hands around one ankle, my fingers didn't touch) Dad told me to stay away from salty foods and stress, I once again shrugged him off. Chris was coming home on leave and I was going to do everything, and spend every minute with him. Thankyou Dad, for being worried about me and giving me advice...I probably should have followed it...instead I landed in a hospital bed with a c-section and a six week premature baby. Though, on the other hand, Chris was there for the birth, and Landon spent only a miraculous 12 days in the hospital, instead of the threee plus weeks that were expected. Such a blessing!

Anyways sorry I'm being such a drama queen tonight. I just put Landon to bed and a sudden wave of nostalgia washed over me. I just had to share.