Thursday, March 9, 2017

Luci Faith

It has been far too long since I have blogged and I have been itching to do it again. I have so much I want to write down. Our experience of getting Luci, my health updates, etc. I always intended to blog about when Luci came into our lives, but life is pretty crazy when you have a one year old, a book business, and 2 chronic health conditions. I did write all about it and my feelings in my journal, but still want to update here. I have also missed writing about the progress (or setbacks) of my health. Which may sound really weird but I have found that talking about it (or writing about it) is very therapeutic for me. I have friends I know in real life, and friends online that I can talk to, as well as my mom and husband, but there is something about writing out the whole story that really helps me. I actually would probably make some Youtube videos if I wasn’t scared of putting myself out there for strangers to see. It also really helps that I can go back and read past posts, to remember what happened exactly, and to sometimes to find comfort-that things turned out all right back then, and they will now as well. So it’s my goal to catch up to the present time, and continue it. I think I may have to give up some other things, at least for awhile, but that is ok.

I just read my last blog post, from last summer when I had a fever for 3 weeks for no apparent reason. To fill in on that, basically we never found the cause and eventually it went away. We were able to continue TPN till I reached my goal weight, which was the end of July. Right after that we left on our cruise that I earned for free through Usborne Books and More. That definitely deserves a blog post of it's own but I have it documented somewhat in a chat book so I'm going to skip it and head straight to Luci. :) Here are some cute pics of us on the cruise though. 

 Last summer we also enjoyed going to my niece Jenna's wedding in July and Chris' brother Robby's wedding in August.

Ok now let's cut to the chase. I’m going to go way back to the Fall of 2015. We had been trying to have a baby for over a year (in addition to not being able to try to have a baby before that, because of my health, we had been wanting a baby for at least 3 or 4 years). In that time, we had been seeing a fertility doctor and done lots of tests. We were told that we both had some problems that were preventing us from becoming pregnant. The doctor said that the only way we would get pregnant was through IVF, and that other fertility treatments wouldn’t even be worth trying. This of course was not guaranteed either, but he seemed optimistic.

From there we needed to decide if we wanted to pursue that, or adoption. At one point a couple years before that, we had our papers ready to turn in to LDS Family Services, but then they announced they would not be doing adoptions anymore. So I was pretty open to adoption because we had already talked about it a lot in the past. However, my patriarchal blessing says that I will have the opportunity to bring spirits into the world. I felt like a terrible mother if I didn’t even try to get them here. So I really wanted to try IVF. However, about that time, my health was worse again and I was back on TPN. We had finally pursued getting pregnant because my health was in a good place. But with the way it was then, we didn’t know if I would be able to handle being pregnant. Especially so far from home and family. After a couple of months of fasting and praying and going to the temple and doing that all over again and again, we decided adoption was the best option for us at that time. I wanted a baby so bad, so I was so anxious to get started and felt at peace with our decision.

We were researching agencies in Utah and really had no idea who to go with. We had found one online that I had talked to on the phone a couple times, and we were leaning towards going with them. However, Chris’ boss said she had a couple neighbors who had adopted through a different agency in Utah, and offered to put us in contact so we could ask them some questions. It was so helpful to go and talk to them and hear exactly how the process was for them with this agency. They actually told us that they had started with the agency we were leaning towards, but because of how slow they were, they ended up switching. After 6 months of classes and paperwork, they still didn’t have their papers in and still did not have their profile being shown to any birth parents. Once they switched to the other agency, they had a baby in 2 months.

After praying some more, we decided that would be the agency we would go with. It took us about a month to get all the papers and documents in to them that they needed. Then we had a home study and we were finally being presented to birth families. This was at the end of April, 2016.

The agency had a process. They would email us about different situations, tell us about the birth mom and baby, and price. We would reply back whether we wanted our profile shown to the birth mom or not. One thing about the agency is that most of the situations they sent us were far more expensive than what we had been told. That was the frustrating part. We were prepared for up to a certain amount, so we had to say no to many, many situations. Through the summer we probably only said yes to 2 or 3 situations. That meant that they showed our profile to the birth mom, along with just 2 or 3 other families. This is what makes the process faster. The birth mom is not looking through dozens or even hundreds of profiles to choose from. She is choosing between 3. Sadly we got our hopes up a couple of times, and in the end, the birth moms chose other families. However we realize that that is really lucky. The process seemed hard and was like a roller coaster, but I know it could have gone on for far longer and been much harder than it already was.

The Friday before Labor Day, the social worker at the agency called me on the phone and told me she was emailing us a situation, and pretty much needed to know right then whether we wanted our profile shown. I told her I would check my email right away. I read about this sweet little 9 month old girl, and as I scrolled to the bottom, my heart caught in my throat as I saw a picture of her. She was adorable and I was in love right away. The price was exactly what we had planned on spending (which sounds bad, but that meant that this was a definite possibility for us, and that was exciting). I told the social worker yes without even asking Chris first. Of course I forwarded him the email and as soon as he saw it, he agreed too!

We went home to Idaho for Labor Day Weekend. All weekend it was on my mind and I showed our close family members the picture of this sweet girl. Chris’ mom and grandma both cried as they saw the little girl who could be their new granddaughter. The agency had told us that the family was coming to Utah that weekend, and they would show them our profile.

Tuesday (the day after Labor Day), around noon, I got a phone call saying that the birth parents wanted to meet Chris and I ASAP, and wanted us to come to SL right away. I called Chris and he came home from work, we packed a bag to stay several days if needed, brought the car seat, pack n play, and diaper bag we had carefully picked out back in May, (you can ask Chris about my Diaper Bag Blues if you really want to) and went to meet the family. We first met with the agency and were told a few more details. The parents had a 3 year old son they were parenting. About a year before, they had placed another son for adoption through this agency when he was a few months old. At the time, she was pregnant with Luci and they were struggling a lot financially, so they decided to place him for adoption. Fast forward to Luci being 9 months old, and they still were struggling to make ends meet. They knew that they could not provide for her like they wanted. So they made the unselfish decision to place her with a family who could. For whatever reason they didn’t want to place with the family who they had placed their other son with. They wanted someone with no kids who could give her a lot of attention right now.

We went with the director of the agency to their hotel room to meet them. We sat and visited for a little over an hour. They asked us lots of questions and we asked them questions. They were so nice. We both held her for a little while. She spit up all over Chris and he didn’t even care. :) While visiting with them they asked us more about my Crohn’s disease. I had mentioned it in our profile, but didn’t go into a lot of detail. They said they liked that I was completely honest in the profile about it. It didn’t seem to phase them at all, they were very nice about it.

While we were in the room, the birth mom was texting someone on her phone. After we left the room, the agency director told us that the birth mom had been texting her and telling her that she really liked us! They were pretty sure they wanted to choose us, but wanted to meet us one more time to be sure. They felt like they rushed choosing the last family, so they wanted to be sure this time. We went to bed very hopeful that night, but at the same time, trying not to get our hopes up too high.

The agency had said not to expect a phone call too early, because they tended to stay up late and wake up late. We waited all morning for a call, expecting to hear a time that we could go see them again. Chris had an audiology appointment first thing in the morning that we went to, and then I convinced him to go shopping. We went to Target and bought a few basic baby things (diapers, wipes, formula, baby food, soap, etc). We didn’t know if they would give us clothes or bottles, etc, so we just bought the very basics. And one outfit that said, “New Girl in Town.” We ate lunch and while we were eating (around noon) they called and said that the birth parents decided they for sure wanted to choose us. They would sign papers at 2 and we would sign at 4. We hung up and were SO excited!!

Carter’s was pretty much across the street and they were having a huge 40-60% off sale so I convinced Chris that we needed to go inside. Of course I couldn’t contain myself once we got in there. I picked out some onesies and pants, a couple pairs of pajamas, a hoodie zip up jacket, 2 dresses, and a couple outfits. When we went to check out, I told the girl helping us that we were on our way to adopt our little girl in like an hour. She rang us up and then told us that she gave another 25% off, on top of the sales. When she told me that, I started to cry!

We went back to the agency and signed all the papers. I asked them how things would go, ie would I have to take the baby from the birth mom, etc. They assured me that the agency director would take her, and then we would leave the room and then she would be given to us. I just really didn’t want to have to be the one to take her from her birth mom. We went back to their hotel room and they had her dressed and ready to go. We talked a little bit more and then it came time to go. The birth parents took her and both said their goodbyes. The birth dad was crying. The agency director was trying to distract/play with their 3 year old. She wasn’t stopping so finally the dad just turned to me and put her in my arms. I lost it then. The agency director took a picture of all of us (which I have yet to see) and then we left. Just like that. She didn’t cry or anything (until we put her in the car). As we left we talked to the the agency director some more and she took this pic of us.

She did not like the car seat. She cried for a few minutes. Looking back she was probably really tired. Now I also know that she just hates the car seat, ha. They didn’t end up giving us anything so I was glad we had gone shopping and gotten the basics and some clothes. However, they had told us that she wore 9 month clothes, and once we had her I could tell that was definitely not the case. Every single thing we bought for her was far too big. It was about 7:30 by this time but we found another Carter’s and stopped there. She was tired so Chris held her while the nice lady there helped me find each thing we had bought, but in a smaller size, and exchanged them all. I changed her into pajamas in the car and gave her the soft pink blanket we had bought at Target. She loved it and cuddled up to it immediately. We drove home and she slept the whole way. We set up the Pack n Play in our bedroom and she went right to sleep again. She slept all night and woke up happy and smiling.

This pic was taken the very next morning

Sitting up by herself on September 10th-3 days after we brought her home!

First Sunday at church!

A lot of people ask me if it was a hard adjustment for her and/or for us. I really don’t think it was. Like I said, she woke up happy the next morning and it was like it was meant to be. We were able to get into a routine pretty easily. (Of course, we recognize that she did have her life turned upside down at 9 months, and we need to take care and remember that, and realize that she may be dealing with some effects of that).

We had another decision to make when we brought her home, and that was what to call her. I won’t go into tons of detail, but they had named her Rooney Faith. They had asked us what we thought of the name, and we told them we thought it was unique, and that we like unique names (which was true). Even though I thought it was very interesting, I had somewhat gotten used to it because that is what I had been thinking of her as for the last 5 days. But the more I thought about, she just didn’t seem like a Rooney to me. I had also always loved the name Lucy, and especially liked it with an “i,” on the end. She seemed like a Luci to us, and so we decided to change her name. Her birth parents are aware and they seem ok with it. We kept her middle name, which is Faith.

We brought her home on Wednesday night, and Thursday night, had to go back to SL because I had a procedure early Friday morning at LDS Hospital. It had been scheduled for about 2 or 3 weeks and was kind of urgent. I had been having major bladder issued and so the urologist was going to do an Exam Under Anesthesia. Chris’ mom met us at our hotel on Thursday night, went to the hospital the next day and was there helping Chris with Luci while I was gone and recovering. Good thing too because he would have not had any idea on what to do with a baby for all that time, lol. His mom followed us home afterwards and stayed for the weekend. It was so nice to have her there to help us. Especially because I woke up in lots of pain, which was really unexpected. I’ll write about it in another post, but the exam caused me to have really bad bladder spasms, so I was given TONS of pain medicine. Good think Chris’ mom was there to help take care of there that night!

We had stopped at Target on Thursday night and bought a Bumbo to try and help her learn to sit up. I think it only took 3 days and she could pretty much do it on her own. She struggled with tummy time, and just got tired easily so she couldn’t hold her head up for long. As time went on though, she learned to sit up for longer, hold her head up for tummy time, roll over, scoot, and she crawled by herself for the first time on December 2nd, just a few days shy of being with us for 3 months, and a few days shy of her first birthday. Since then, she has learned to pull herself up to furniture and walk all around it, and can now stand by herself for a several of seconds. She can do many other things, such as play peek a boo (with only one hand most of the time, but still), say mama, dada, uh oh, and sign the word please, along with lots of other tricks. She had 4 teeth when we got her and now has 12. She weighed just under 16 pounds the beginning of September and now weighs 22 and is wearing mostly 9-12 month clothes.

Today marks 6 months since she came home with us, and she is now 15 months old. That also means that our adoption can be final. We have had all the post placement home studies and are now just waiting for a court date, which should be any day. After that, we can take her to the temple and be sealed to us! We really can barely remember what life was like without her and count our blessings every day.

Sometimes I wonder why Heavenly Father made me wait until she was 9 months old to bring her home. Why couldn’t her birth parents have decided to place her earlier? It would have been easier on both them and us. Why couldn’t he have sent her to us when we turned in our papers, 4 months earlier? As I was first wondering these things, my sister pointed some things out to me. If she had been presented to us very first, we would have said no because we wanted a newborn and we would have thought they all would be that price. When she was born, we were still deciding between adoption and IVF and even had we known about her then, I’m not sure we would have thought to take her. I think the Lord knew the timing with which it all needed to happen, and I’m so glad that He knows what is best, and not me. We have an open adoption, which means that once a month for the first year we send her birth parents pictures and a letter in the mail. We told them we would be open to visits and they already want to visit soon, along with her other biological brother they placed for adoption. It will be neat to see her with her brothers. I recently also started a FB group for her birth mom and dad and post pictures and videos there as well. They wanted to be able to see more of her and this was a good way to do it. They are going through a tough time, trying to get back on their feet, while missing her at the same time. We are thankful everyday for their sacrifice and for their love-so much that they wanted to give her a better life by placing her for adoption. We pray for them and will continue to pray for them with Luci so she can hear their names and know of them.

Here are some pics they sent us of her as a newborn. 

 Is she not just precious?! My heart aches when I think about not knowing her during that time, but I still believe Heavenly Father was right in his timing. 

Adoption is not how I imagined that I would bring a family into the world, and it is definitely not easy. But we are learning our way and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world. We are so thankful for the all the prayers on our behalf, in helping us get her here. We have such great family and friends. The wonderful baby showers I was given helped us so much. The only things we had when we brought her home were a car seat/stroller, pack n play, diaper bag, and rocking chair, but after the baby showers, we had everything we needed. We have slowly got our office turned into her bedroom, and finally got everything hung on the wall. I will post pictures of that in the next few days. I have one more sign to put vinyl on.

We hope to not have to go through an agency in the future, for financial reasons. I would like to be able to try IVF in the future, if we live closer to family and if my health is better. Maybe we will do foster care, maybe we will do private adoption, I’m not sure. I’m thankful for the way we did it this time because it helped us get a baby quickly. I’m not sure how much longer my heart could have waited. Crying every time I went to church and walked by any baby items at the store was getting pretty old. I hated not feeling happy when my friends’ kids had birthdays, or when my friends were pregnant. It was so hard wondering when it would be my turn to be a mother. I wanted to see my husband be a father. Luckily we have the best family ever who helped make it possible to get her here. 

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Surgery and Fever

Many of you know that we have been fighting with our insurance for over 6 months to approve a cochlear implant surgery for Chris. We have known that this was coming for a long time, and his audiologist finally said he was bad enough last Fall. But the insurance begged to differ. They said he heard some beep on the hearing test that disqualified him, saying his hearing wasn't bad enough. But that is not Chris' issue. He can hear noise, but he has no idea what you are saying. Most people don't realize that when you talk to Chris, he is mostly just reading your lips. But a cochlear implant will really help with that. His mom has 2 and she teaches 1st grade. Finally the insurance called Chris and let him sit in on a conference call and he was able to fight his case, stating how hard it is for him to work, talk on the phone, participate in group conversations and meetings, etc. So after the 3rd appeal they finally approved it and he had surgery on Wednesday June 22. 

Chris' Dad and Stepmom came to SL to wait with me during the surgery. It took much longer than I expected. The surgeon told us it takes 1 1/2 hrs to just get everything set up, and another 2-2 1/2 hours to put in the implant, so to expect about 3 or 4 hours. It was right about 4 hours when he came out and said he was done, and we waited for another half hour or so before he was out of recovery and we could see him. The surgeon said they tested all the electrodes and they all work, which I guess means that it was a success. 
I have to admit, it was super weird being on the waiting end of things this time. Now I know what Chris goes through when I'm in the ER or in surgery. It was hard! And it has been really hard to see him sick. When we went back to see him, he had just thrown up. He said he was fine when he woke up but as soon as they started wheeling him to the room that we saw him in, it hit him. We learned very quickly that any kind of motion would not be his friend. Poor guy was sick again several more times on the way home, and again the next morning. I learned to give him the nausea medicine and make him wait 1/2 hour-an hour before taking pain medicine because that was also making him sick. Yesterday he was super dizzy all day and spent most of the day sleeping and laying down. But today has been much better. His pain hasn't been too bad and for that I am very glad. He has repeatedly told me, "thank you for taking care of me." It has humbled me so much. I realize how much he does for me when I'm sick and that I should thank him more. Seriously, he is awesome for doing this all the time. 
They will be able to hook up the device in 4 weeks. From there it will take awhile for sound to actually sound like speech but if all goes well, in just a few months he should see a huge difference. Then we get to do it all over again with the other side.

He was ready to go home.

As far as my health goes it has been up and down the last couple of months. I had a couple ER visits back in April and beginning of May. The first was from being so nauseated I couldn't stand it. Later I figured out that it was from the shot I was giving myself every week. Usually the day afterward I would be super sick but I learned to start taking the nausea medicine before the shot and that helped a lot. The next time was because of pain and they said I had another cyst on my ovary and a UTI. But then I really started to feel better. I have had 3 Remicade infusions now and I think it has helped a lot already. But my liver labs started to go high, probably from a combination of the methotrexate (the shot), TPN, and Remicade. So we stopped the methotrexate and stopped TPN for a couple of weeks. Which was sad, because after 3 months on the methotrexate, my hands were finally pretty much pain free. I got to enjoy that for a couple weeks and then they went back to being swollen and painful after we stopped the methotrexate. We re-stared TPN once my labs improved but they have still gone up and down from week to week. We are trying to get off the TPN as soon as possible. I'm almost to my goal weight so I think I'll probably only be on it another couple of weeks. 

During this time I was also having problems with my port. Probably 2 out of 3 times, when the home health nurses come to access my port, they can't get it in. And it has happened to multiple nurses. And it happened at the hospital when I went for one of my Remicade infusions. They home health nurses would usually try 2 times, then send me to the ER. Most of the time the ER could get it on the first try, but not always. They said it was kind of turned to the side, so it was really hard to tell where the needle went. When I received the port it was super easy to see it and tell where it was. But since I have gained weight, it has become much harder. I had asked my GI doctor if we could consider getting it fixed so I didn't have to go the ER every week to get it accessed, and at first she said yes, but then she said we should take it out since I won't really need it much anymore once we stop the TPN and because of the risk of infection. That made me super disappointed so I made an appointment for the 27th (this coming Monday) to have her actually look at and talk about it more. I really want to keep it for Remicade, ER visits, blood draws, etc. I had a CT scan yesterday and it was nice they didn't have to poke me 4 times to start an IV. But now I think they have it figured out-lots of times they feel like it goes in the right place, but then can't get blood return. So they have figured out now if they push harder then it usually goes in. The home health nurse got it on the first try this time. 

For the last almost 3 weeks I have had a low grade fever almost everyday. It started Monday June 6. I went to see my primary care doc because I was still having UTI symptoms. Turns out the antibiotic given to me in the ER was not sensitive to the infection but no one called and told me. My temp was 99.3 in his office. I didn't think much of it because I get low grade fevers when I have things like that, or even when I'm having a Crohn's flare. But the next day I had a fever too. I left that day to go Tulsa for Convention and the whole time I was gone I could tell a couple of times a day that my temp was up. I honestly thought it was most likely the UTI. The thermometer I had wasn't working very well so I bought a new one as soon as I got home and sure enough, over the next 3 days I was getting a fever between 99.0 and 99.6. Also, one night I noticed a little bit of pain in my port. Up until then, everything else was fine. My stomach was fine, my port was fine, etc. I saw my primary doctor the next day, on Wednesday Jun 15th. By then the pain was much worse in my port and got even worse as the day went on. Not terrible, but it was burning and throbbing some. My temp was again 99.3 in his office. I hadn't told my GI doctor because I was afraid she would jump to conclusions and insist on getting the port out without even looking at it or doing any tests. But my primary care doctor said he suspected my port had some sort of infection and he gave me an antibiotic and had me make an appointment for a few days later. The plan was that if things were improving then we would just finish the antibiotic. If not, we could try a different antibiotic, or consider taking the port out. My primary care doctor also tested for a UTI, just to make sure the other one was gone, and it was negative.

At this point I decided to tell my GI doctor so I messaged her and of course she was worried. She wanted me to get blood cultures done, so I went and did that. They took blood out of my port and out of my arm. She also said I could come see her PA on Friday if I wanted. She usually sees patients on Fridays but she was on call, so I said I would see her PA.  By Friday, they had preliminary results of the blood cultures being negative. 

I drove to SL and I packed a small bag with a couple pairs of pajamas and my glasses and a comb, just in case I ended up getting admitted. Because lets be honest, it has happened the last 2 times I went to see my GI doctor and very well could happen again. My temp was 99.4 when I left my house but by the time I got there for my appointment it was only 98.8. And that's how it goes all the time. It goes up for an hour, then back down, then up for an hour, then back down. I felt pretty crummy though and driving was no fun. The PA had one of the other GI docs come in and look at my port. He thought it looked perfectly fine-it wasn't swollen, red, hot, etc. I told him the blood cultures were negative so far and he said we shouldn't remove the port unless there is a positive culture. It's a big deal to get a port and we want to keep it if we can. I was happy to hear that. The PA and I talked about how I was feeling, and everything that had been going on. He asked me if I wanted to be admitted and I told him if it would help me feel better, then yes. He kept saying that he thought that's probably what we should do. But he decided to run across the street and talk to my doctor. When he came back he said she was fine with leaving my port in but she didn't want to admit me because she didn't want to expose me to more germs in the hospital. They also said I didn't technically have a fever so they couldn't really use that as a reason to admit me. Which made sense but I was a little disappointed. I wasn't looking forward to driving home feeling the way I was. I was also thinking about the fact that Chris' surgery was on Wednesday and wanted to figure things out and feel better before that. He also took my temp a second time and this time it was 98.9. REALLY? When I needed it to be up, it wasn't. But I'm positive that within 10 minutes of leaving his office it was up again. I couldn't check because I was waiting to get blood drawn but I have gotten pretty good at telling when I have a fever and when I don't. Oh well. 

He also wanted me to get more blood cultures done, but this time to test for a fungal infection. Apparently the TPN sitting in the line could potentially grow fungus. I know, gross. It was a long drawn out deal because the lab people aren't qualified to draw blood from a port, only a nurse can. So after waiting for probably an hour and a half, they finally had me go to the IV clinic and have them do it there. But they also did tests to check for CMV (an infection that can get in your gut and bloodstream that Crohn's people are more prone to-which I have had before), C. diff, and a UTI again. Everything ended up coming back negative. 

The next step was to do a CT scan. My doctor is always concerned about me developing an abscess with the fistula I have (although the last couple CT scans I've had done in the ER looked way better where they couldn't even see the fistula or extra fluid that had been there for a few months). So I went and did that yesterday (Friday the 24th). Funny thing was I got to drink a bunch of chocolate milk instead of contrast. That was really nice, but it still made me sick because I had to drink so much of it. I don't really think I have an abscess because I think my stomach would be hurting more than it is (been there, done that). But it would be kind of nice if that was the problem because then we'd have and answer and know how to fix it.

So I kept my appointment that I made with my GI doctor for this coming Monday since we still haven't solved this problem and I'd like to talk to her in person. She will have the results of my CT scan too. Except I don't know what I will do if she decides she wants to admit me. Chris wouldn't be able to come to Salt Lake because he isn't supposed to drive yet from his surgery. And he kind of needs to go to work on Monday. If they know the problem and/or have a good plan, I could be admitted in Roosevelt. But if she wants to admit me to figure out what is going on, then I'd rather be in SL but again, I really wouldn't want to be there without Chris.

This last Wednesday, the day of Chris' surgery, I don't think I had a fever. At the time I thought maybe things were getting better and whatever it was was going away. The day before it was only 99.0 like once or twice. But the next night it was up to 99.5 again and has been every day since then. I think Heavenly Father just wanted me to feel good that day so I would be able to drive Chris home. Today it has actually been above 99 every time I have checked it, and most of the time been 99.4 or 99.5. Which concerns me a little that it isn't going away this time. I keep thinking maybe it's just something silly, like a sinus infection. I have been a little more congested and I have had a low grade fever with a sinus infection in the past, but I don't really feel like I have one. And every day for 3 weeks is pushing it. I do still have tiny pangs of pain every now and then at my port site, almost not noticeable though. So I kind of think it has been the port all along, especially since it was hurting before I started the antibiotics, but then why did all the blood cultures come back negative? It' s a mystery. 

I'm just going to throw in there that I don't want it to seem like I'm making a big deal out of a temperature of 99. I know it's not a high fever, but coupled with how I feel and it happening every day for 3 weeks, that's not normal and we need to know why.

This week I also had my iron levels checked. In December my ferritin was 15. After an iron infusion it was 575. Now it is 90. Which is in the normal range but I bet I will need another infusion soon. 

Well sorry that was so long, and sorry end with a cliff hanger, ha! I'll update when we finally know what the problem is.

Usborne Books and More Convention 2016

A couple weeks ago I was able to attend the Usborne Books and More National Convention in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It was super hard to leave Chris for some reason and I was really homesick the first couple days, but I am so glad I went. I just love being a part of this company. The extra income that I earn from home, the free cruise I earned, the awesome books I get, the Apple Watch I earned, are just some of the perks. The bigger perks is that it gives me something to do the day that makes me feel accomplished and like I'm making a difference. I love getting books into the hands of kids. I love the friends I have made and I always look forward to seeing them again.

We had lots of fun. There was music and dancing, awards, awesome trainings, lots of laughs, staying up late talking and playing games, etc. Can't wait to go back.
I was also able to see the potential that is possible with this company. I set lots of goals I want to accomplish in the next year. One of them being, earring a trip to DISNEY WORLD!

p.s. Sorry if you get tired of my Usborne posts. I try to hold back but I love the books so much. Just scroll past if you are sick of it. :)