Time does stand still
During the last week I have found myself reflecting on the past and the present. There are so many moments when I can't believe so much time has passed, or the events that have occurred during a time period.
For example, on March 10, the girls turned 23 months old. Wow, almost 2 years old. How it seems like yesterday that I was 23 weeks pregnant with them and not even sure if we were going to make it yet. They had discovered a blood clot on the outside of the utereus and I started taking hormone shots at week 20 to try and prevent the blood clot from bursting and causing a miscarriage. They said I could give the shot to myself and I said "no thanks." Since Jeff is a vet and gives animals shots, they said he could give them to me. I said, "no thanks." I've seen him give shots. The doctor's office was on my way to the office, so it wasn't out of my way to stop for five minutes and have my PA (the best one out there) give me the shot. This went on through week 25, but we stopped then because I was starting to react to the shot with a rash. Needless to say, the clot didn't burst, although they don't know that the hormones helped (it was an experiment). My reflections last week took me back to that 23-week mark and brought me back to 23-months thinking that I am the luckiest mother in the world. And at month 23 they girls are happy, active, bright children.
About six months ago we decided that our 13-year-old yellow lab Winnie was deaf. Ok, I can deal with that. I'm deaf in one ear, I survive. Jeff had also commented months ago that her eyes were starting to show signs of cateracts. Well, it was last Thursday that it really showed she is going blind. All of a sudden she's running into things, walking in circles, passing by the doorway to her food. It is SO sad. I was up in the night with her Sunday night as she had gotten up, fell, and started crying. Break my heart. Henry said "she has fog in her eyes." I'm trying to have the kids keep the toys picked up so she doesn't trip on them. We've had her since she was 14 weeks old. She's part of our life, our home, our family. This got me reflecting on our childhood dog Inge. A black dachsund that lived to be 14 years old, but not without her own problems. There are so many stories about Inge that I could tell, but since it's St. Patricks day, I'll just tell you that she ate my blue leather mittens one March...do you know that when they go through the digestive system it comes out green on the other end...and it happened to be St. Patrick's day. It seems like just yesterday that Inge was barking at the front door bell, or wanting her ears rubbed.
Saturday, March 14, would have been my Grandma Moore's birthday. Grandma died in 2001 and I think of her everyday. I wonder what she would think of the quilt I'm working on for Brett and Liz. I wonder what she'd think of my children. What recipes would she be sharing with me to make easy meals for my family. On Saturday the girls took a good nap and Henry was with his dad, so although I had a ton of things on the to-do list, I went to my sewing room and worked on my quilt projects. It's amazing how theraputic sewing can be. I felt such a calmness that afternoon. One that I had not felt all week. I know Grandma is with me everyday. Just wish I could call her on my cell phone on my drive home like I used to and say hello.
For as fast as time seems to fly, there are moments when it does feel like it's standing still. Or, at least, I wish it did.
For example, on March 10, the girls turned 23 months old. Wow, almost 2 years old. How it seems like yesterday that I was 23 weeks pregnant with them and not even sure if we were going to make it yet. They had discovered a blood clot on the outside of the utereus and I started taking hormone shots at week 20 to try and prevent the blood clot from bursting and causing a miscarriage. They said I could give the shot to myself and I said "no thanks." Since Jeff is a vet and gives animals shots, they said he could give them to me. I said, "no thanks." I've seen him give shots. The doctor's office was on my way to the office, so it wasn't out of my way to stop for five minutes and have my PA (the best one out there) give me the shot. This went on through week 25, but we stopped then because I was starting to react to the shot with a rash. Needless to say, the clot didn't burst, although they don't know that the hormones helped (it was an experiment). My reflections last week took me back to that 23-week mark and brought me back to 23-months thinking that I am the luckiest mother in the world. And at month 23 they girls are happy, active, bright children.
About six months ago we decided that our 13-year-old yellow lab Winnie was deaf. Ok, I can deal with that. I'm deaf in one ear, I survive. Jeff had also commented months ago that her eyes were starting to show signs of cateracts. Well, it was last Thursday that it really showed she is going blind. All of a sudden she's running into things, walking in circles, passing by the doorway to her food. It is SO sad. I was up in the night with her Sunday night as she had gotten up, fell, and started crying. Break my heart. Henry said "she has fog in her eyes." I'm trying to have the kids keep the toys picked up so she doesn't trip on them. We've had her since she was 14 weeks old. She's part of our life, our home, our family. This got me reflecting on our childhood dog Inge. A black dachsund that lived to be 14 years old, but not without her own problems. There are so many stories about Inge that I could tell, but since it's St. Patricks day, I'll just tell you that she ate my blue leather mittens one March...do you know that when they go through the digestive system it comes out green on the other end...and it happened to be St. Patrick's day. It seems like just yesterday that Inge was barking at the front door bell, or wanting her ears rubbed.
Saturday, March 14, would have been my Grandma Moore's birthday. Grandma died in 2001 and I think of her everyday. I wonder what she would think of the quilt I'm working on for Brett and Liz. I wonder what she'd think of my children. What recipes would she be sharing with me to make easy meals for my family. On Saturday the girls took a good nap and Henry was with his dad, so although I had a ton of things on the to-do list, I went to my sewing room and worked on my quilt projects. It's amazing how theraputic sewing can be. I felt such a calmness that afternoon. One that I had not felt all week. I know Grandma is with me everyday. Just wish I could call her on my cell phone on my drive home like I used to and say hello.
For as fast as time seems to fly, there are moments when it does feel like it's standing still. Or, at least, I wish it did.
Heidi-I think of my dad everyday. When we had sewing questions, he was the one we asked, his mother was a beautiful seamstress and he knew the answers. The blue mittens coming out green made me laugh. One of my kids (remaining nameless for this) swallowed a dime and the baby sitter found it a few days later. It also came out green! It is now in a small bag in a baby book with the story. Have a great day!
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What a lovely post...had tears coming reading it. I know about your feelings for your beloved, Winnie. Our animals become members of the family.
Prayers out to you in the coming days/weeks.
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Heidi, you are so much like me. Thankfully, your girls are happy and healthy and you cannot imagine your life without them. Our grandson Noah will be 2 on Apr. 26! Time flies. With his cousins Hannah 21/2 already, and Claire 4 months...seems we blink and they are older!!
I lost my darling Dad 5 years ago. I was an only daughter with 4 brothers. I was extremely close to him. I miss him every day, and feel him in my heart all the time. Like you do your Grandma!
Loved the story about your childhood doggin who gave you a "green" brownie for St. Pat's day! And your Winnie will be in my prayers.
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Hi, I'm so sorry to hear about your pup. It may not be due to the deafness or cataracts; most dogs at that age have dementia (really). Or... the deafness and other symptoms could be being caused by a brain (or other) tumor (we went through that with our Whippet). Your vet can do a neurological exam to help figure things out and make a recommendation to you... you don't want her to get hurt from her disabilities. GOOD LUCK!
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What a sweet post...thank you for sharing these memories.
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ahhh..... makes me think of my doggies that I miss so much!!! And my granny, although we didn't talk everyday, she was my first grandparent to go and the hardest to get over.
things do stand still while still moving at the speed of sound...
as I now will forever remember Pigeon Forge TN as the place where I was FIRST asked if I got the SENIORS DISCOUNT!!! Yikes!
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It was almost hard to read your post. It was about five years ago that our Skeeter fell ill. He was such a good dog. Life does stand still sometimes as other things rush by. I am working at rushing less lately. Too much passes by when we rush. Doesn't seem possible but it's been almost a year since my dad passed away and I still tear up sometimes. And while it's been 15 years since my grandma Goldie died, I know she would love the quilts and needlework I do but even more she'd like it that I still sing. I hear her playing the piano for me (like she did when we were kids) when I sing acapella.
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