It’s Saturday and I don’t have to work. I was going to ask the kids’ Godmother and my nieces to watch the boys, but my parents know that the baby is going to cry. Last time I left them there the youngest would grab the older boy’s hand and drag him to the door. He’d … Continue reading
When I get home from the hospital and the craziness my dad calls and asked what time I will be dropping off the kids the next day. I tell him I’ll keep them in the morning till mid-afternoon before I head down. I figure that way, I could drop off the kids while the rest … Continue reading
It started Sunday night. The all too familiar pains that has been the precursor to the living nightmare to come. I was worried the whole night. But on Monday morning he seemed fine. Good in fact. Felt like a normal day. I was still scared. This felt all too familiar. I wanted to believe that … Continue reading
The days leading up to this point was already foreshadowed with pains, missed treatment due to the pain, and the fear I felt in my heart. Then when he called out at 3AM for 2 extra strength Tylenol it was the calm before the storm. The morning was filled with sharp pains. Thank goodness I … Continue reading
It seems as though Franklin made the right choice. Seems as though.. They immediately do an x-ray, draw blood for testing, do 2-hrs of dialysis using his fistula instead of his line. He has a bit of trouble breathing. His left lung has some noise. Possibility of pneumonia, infection of the dialysis line (which is … Continue reading
Here we go again. Sadly. I thought it was because he was on the mend. But within 3 days things were just deteriorating. The first day we figured it was because he hadn’t eaten i 5 days. But even after only 1/2 bowl of broth, he would be hurting. Do we go. Don’t we go. … Continue reading
After a crazy 5 days documented in my Balancing series, Franklin is back home. I want to thank everyone for their support, kind words, and love. I appreciate you reading our journey and trying to understand someone of the ups and downs that is our lives. He was finally discharged. Not 100%, but at least … Continue reading
The plan was to stay home. Do 5 loads of laundry, wash dishes, bake cookies with The Boy, take a nap, and watch movies. It started out o.k. Both kiddies slept in 1-hr longer than usual. They’re tired too from all this. I call to check how The Husband is doing. Did he get dialysis? … Continue reading
No Zumba. No Swimming lessons. But at least I was going to go see him. All thanks to the time, generosity, kindness, patience, and unconditional love of Marcus’ Godmother and my parents. My parents would watch my toddler while W. would drive me down to see The Husband and wait in the car with the … Continue reading
The kids will win 99.9% of the time. But, it breaks my heart to do it. Franklin woke me at 5am. “Babe, I’m in pain”. Oh no. It was his day off of doing dialysis treatment (he gets two days off a week because his job is keeping himself alive with proper treatment). I call … Continue reading
