I am shaking. I've been pushed around so much in my life. I'm so shy, and self-conscious that when a strong person comes around, I get trampled on. I know at least 2 former boyfriends sensed this and "groomed" me to get what they wanted.
Tonight, I felt so good. I had good things to look forward to, a plan in place, a long talk with my mom, Jason brought me dinner, I got to play with Emily, I was having deep, meaningful conversations with others and felt HUMAN! I was a person, not just a patient. I could talk with others openly and candidly.
Then, another loud bully came along. The previously-mentioned Katie walked in, and ruined it. She came and demanded the blinds be raised. Three other women disagreed, and I pointed out that if the blinds were raised, the sun would be directly in my line of sight. I said "raise the blinds and the sun will literally blind me." (keep in mind how hard it is for me to stand up for myself even that much!) Katie rolled her eyes and again demanded the blinds be raised. Another girl here said "nobody else in here wants them up." so Katie yelled "raise the f#$@ing blinds!" at the psych tech. The blinds went up, and 3 of the 4 women in there left. Katie called out to me, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't let her see me cry. I wasn't about to be hurt more by her "apology".
As I wrote about this, 2 of the techs came in to check on me. It's amazing how much that helped. They heard me, they apologized for how it played out, and they talked to the bully. I'm a little anxious to go back out there, but so relieved that my voice was heard and validated.
10pm(ish)
Everyone is watching fireworks in the day room. I watched for a few minutes but became a little saddened when I thought how much my kids love fireworks, and I'm not there to see their excitement. Especially the boys. I promised Nathanael we would get some for pioneer day. Jason said he would make sure he gets some good ones, but I'm not there :'(
But, to end my day on a better note! I feel pretty great! Jason has always told me he is amazed at my ability to get people to open up, and how many people rely on me. I have never really seen it like that. Maybe I was just trying to "modestly" downplay my strengths. But today, I feel like I saw myself through his eyes.
I talked to A***** about her family. how she overcame a tough childhood, the loss of her parents, M.S. treatments, and her husband's severe alcoholism. She told me how much she loves them, and that she is now sealed to her husband and gets to hear about the son she gave up for adoption in the middle of hard times.
I talked to D***** about how her parents and husband all died within months of each other, and how she finally got help this month after severe PTSD in December. I shared my feelings from losing loved ones close together and praised her strength.
I talked to a 19-year-old, E****. This is her third time here in 4 months. I told her about my experiences at her age, and heard her story of many suicidal thoughts. I told her that as a mom, I know her parents care but may not know how to help. I praised her efforts to get better and encouraged her not to give up. She lifted me up by saying she could tell how much I love my kids, and she "knows" I'm a great mom.
T****** told me about her 500+ ECT treatments and several hospital stays. But mostly she nodded in understanding as I talked about the day leading up to my hospitalization. T*** doesn't say much, but I felt a connection, and a simple understanding of each other.
I briefly spoke with L***, she wears a silver cross and believes in Christ. She just moved here from Vermont to study social work. She has decided she needs to go in to mental health because of her experiences in UNI.
My sweet Jason brought me KFC, diet coke, and Utah Truffles. I felt so good leaning on him and hearing about his day. He is amazing.
Over the past few days I've been scratching myself on the arm to cause enough harm to hurt without it looking serious. [To be honest, I was trying to harm myself. But that's the most I could do with the things I'm allowed to touch here] Today I got the courage to ask for medication to put on it, so hopefully I'll stop scratching it! [my hospital band was scratching up my other wrist, so I now have scars on both wrists..... ]
The talk with my mom was really great. I think she has felt some guilt over all this (I am definitely my mother's daughter!) I told her that this is all because of an illness, not the things others have said or done. I thanked her for being open about her depression so I could be more open about mine (albeit slowly.....)
One last thought. I want to remember what Dr S said (the ECT doctor). She saw the claw marks on my arm and encouraged me to tell the staff when I felt like doing those things. I said that was really hard for me. She said "that's why you practice here. Where it's safe, because the people you talk to here deal with it all the time. Learn how to communicate it here." that was a great thought, just what helped me. I needed to hear that!!
--Good Night!
#ammieandreno
Monday, August 12, 2019
UNI Journal Entries
I talked to Jason during breakfast. My sweet Emily was screaming and cooing. I miss that delightful squeal. TJ Woke up a few minutes later and said "Hi. Mom. Miss you!" and I cried. I asked Jason to tell some of the ladies in the ward to visit me for lunch. I could use something to break the monotony! Even if it is uncomfortable.....
My goal today is to talk to my mom. I tried to call but she was probably asleep. If she was awake, she probably ignored the restricted name on caller ID. I'll try again.
I talked to the Dr that heads up the ECT. She said I am the perfect candidate. I felt so validated! I can't explain how wonderful it felt to hear that this life-long battle with depression has a "real-life" medical treatment. It will basically "reset" y brain while I adjust to new medications. First treatment will be on Friday. As scary as it sounds, I can't wait to get started!
Another girl arrived yesterday. I was relieved to have someone else here on "unit" with me. (Unit is when you have to stay in blue scrubs and can't leave the floor for breaks or meals. And there are no privileges for the media room.) She was off unit by breakfast. It was discouraging. Then Katie, (a very obnoxious, loud, young girl) told me she has been here over two weeks and I was so nervous that I will be, too. Having that talk with the ECT doctor was very helpful. Then Katie gave me a card she colored, it says "you are one of God's best creations!" I keep reading this to remind myself that I have value!
I also got to play piano for about an hour, and talked to Jody. It felt good to share some of the details with someone (other than Jason...) I felt the spirit so strong (which has been a challenge lately) so I'm feeling very light right now.
My goal today is to talk to my mom. I tried to call but she was probably asleep. If she was awake, she probably ignored the restricted name on caller ID. I'll try again.
I talked to the Dr that heads up the ECT. She said I am the perfect candidate. I felt so validated! I can't explain how wonderful it felt to hear that this life-long battle with depression has a "real-life" medical treatment. It will basically "reset" y brain while I adjust to new medications. First treatment will be on Friday. As scary as it sounds, I can't wait to get started!
Another girl arrived yesterday. I was relieved to have someone else here on "unit" with me. (Unit is when you have to stay in blue scrubs and can't leave the floor for breaks or meals. And there are no privileges for the media room.) She was off unit by breakfast. It was discouraging. Then Katie, (a very obnoxious, loud, young girl) told me she has been here over two weeks and I was so nervous that I will be, too. Having that talk with the ECT doctor was very helpful. Then Katie gave me a card she colored, it says "you are one of God's best creations!" I keep reading this to remind myself that I have value!
I also got to play piano for about an hour, and talked to Jody. It felt good to share some of the details with someone (other than Jason...) I felt the spirit so strong (which has been a challenge lately) so I'm feeling very light right now.
Notes From Group at UNI
"Every time you are tempted to react in the same old way, ask if you want to be a prisoner of the past or a pioneer of the future."
--Deepok Chopra
"If you don't like the road you're walking, start paving another one!"
--Dolly Parton
I sat down to play the piano for a few minutes, and Dr Hunziker came in to talk to me. It felt great to play piano, and if all goes well I may start ECT on Friday!
--Deepok Chopra
"If you don't like the road you're walking, start paving another one!"
--Dolly Parton
I sat down to play the piano for a few minutes, and Dr Hunziker came in to talk to me. It felt great to play piano, and if all goes well I may start ECT on Friday!
More Journal Entries
From July 24th 2019:
Group therapy was not helpful today. I already know! Unhealthy habits and the consequences. Healthy coping mechanisms and all the things I've heard in therapy for 20+ years.
Maybe it would have been helpful as we moved along, but my "team" had me come talk to them [my doctor, therapist, and psychiatrist].
I talked about all the hard times since TJ was born. Things I have been told I am not allowed to talk about. All the hospitalizations and surgeries where I was neglected and left alone. I went back to my suicidal thoughts in Junior High and high school. I cried so much.
Dr Hunziker felt that I am not safe, and need a plan that will help more immediately. A change in medication will take 6-8 weeks and I don't have that time. I'll get back into an unsafe place, and complete a suicide plan before the changes help.
We discussed other treatment options. One was a magnetic treatment that can take months of treatment, 5 times a week, and possibly monthly after 25-30 treatments. The 2nd option is ECT- an electric shock therapy that includes sedation, muscle paralysis, and an induced seizure. The 3rd was Ketamine treatments, which can cause a "high" for several days, and often causes severe lows afterwards (which I can't afford). So, of course ECT seems to be the best option, especially since insurance covers it.
So now I am waiting to talk to the ECT team. And it sounds like I'll be here a lot longer than I hoped. I don't have any privileges. Can't even wear my own clothes or eat in the cafeteria. Looks like I'm the only one with no privileges. So I'll eat dinner alone. There was only one person in the day room at lunch, and he just got cafeteria privilege. :(
Jason says he feels an overwhelming peace about the whole situation. I can't quiet my racing thoughts long enough to find that peace. I do know that my depression has gotten out of hand, and I need help. I know I'm on the path to get that help. I just can't feel the peace. I miss my family. I want to hug my kids. Snuggle my babies. Eat junk food with them an be overwhelmed by their constant talking over each other about their day. That is what pushes me to get better. The desire to be a good mom, a healthy mom. I hate that this causes them to hurt. But I pray it will help us all be happier in the future.
I love my children! Karleah, Nathanael, Carson, Vanessa, Faith, Travis, Emily, Lucas, Lilly, Jeanine, Anthonio, and Caranina.
It's almost 10pm, "lights out". I miss my kids. Emily looked at me like I was a stranger for a moment yesterday, but today she was more excited to see me. I wonder how long it will take TJ to remember me when he sees me again.
I talked to Karleah for a few minutes. She is struggling, but she is strong. I don't know how she's doing, I know she holds a lot inside (like her mom!) She may need counseling later. She did say Lilly took her out and it was helpful.
I enjoyed some time with Jason tonight. He is my anchor and shield. I wish I wasn't putting such a burden on my loved ones. But I pray this will help me feel better, and be better for them. I wanted to have a BBQ for pioneer day, and I'm really saddened I won't be able to do so. But we will celebrate soon enough!
***fingers crossed***
Sometime in the middle of the night..... I'm up writing again.....
The staff keep telling me that I should tell them when I'm anxious or can't sleep. But letting someone know I'm not ok is still so hard. Right now my tummy is growling, I hate the food. I can't stop thinking of ways to hurt myself. My mouth hurts, my left ear lobe is red and swollen, and I have a headache. I lay here pretending to sleep when they walk by with the flashlights to check on me.
I was completely honest with my attending doctor (Hunziker) but I don't want to tel all these other strangers in to the dark parts of my mind. I try to pep talk myself into asking for an ibuprofen, but ALWAYS back out, anxious about asking for pain relief. As if subconsciously I'm enjoying some pain and discomfort because I feel I don't deserve relief, and I deserve the physical pain.
It really doesn't help to think back to the ER and the Receiving Center where I told one person after another that my head was pounding and nobody cared. Or at least they didn't do anything. When I did make myself vulnerable, nobody helped anyway.
Becky and Lindsey said this is one of the best things they ever did (going to a psychiatric care facility) so far, I don't see or feel any difference. I talk to a team of doctors and psych techs, I go to group, then I sit alone with my dark thoughts. I hope it changes, but so far things are moving slow.... though to be fair it would be slower on the "outside" where it takes months to get in to a psychiatrist and then months or years to find a good therapist.
I don't know how to survive 6 more days as I go off lamictal and wait to start ECT. I worry about the house and kids....
This thing where I talk to a Doctor, then feel like things are moving along, only to wait another 24 hours and start again has to change. I'm so bored and I am not used to being alone for so long. No visitors is hard, but I'm also afraid to see anyone. I know they won't judge [probably] but I'm still a little embarrassed/ashamed. Feeling pretty stupid here. I don't know how I feel about being the center of attention.... even though I feel completely ignored. The conflicting thoughts are so hard.......
Group therapy was not helpful today. I already know! Unhealthy habits and the consequences. Healthy coping mechanisms and all the things I've heard in therapy for 20+ years.
Maybe it would have been helpful as we moved along, but my "team" had me come talk to them [my doctor, therapist, and psychiatrist].
I talked about all the hard times since TJ was born. Things I have been told I am not allowed to talk about. All the hospitalizations and surgeries where I was neglected and left alone. I went back to my suicidal thoughts in Junior High and high school. I cried so much.
Dr Hunziker felt that I am not safe, and need a plan that will help more immediately. A change in medication will take 6-8 weeks and I don't have that time. I'll get back into an unsafe place, and complete a suicide plan before the changes help.
We discussed other treatment options. One was a magnetic treatment that can take months of treatment, 5 times a week, and possibly monthly after 25-30 treatments. The 2nd option is ECT- an electric shock therapy that includes sedation, muscle paralysis, and an induced seizure. The 3rd was Ketamine treatments, which can cause a "high" for several days, and often causes severe lows afterwards (which I can't afford). So, of course ECT seems to be the best option, especially since insurance covers it.
So now I am waiting to talk to the ECT team. And it sounds like I'll be here a lot longer than I hoped. I don't have any privileges. Can't even wear my own clothes or eat in the cafeteria. Looks like I'm the only one with no privileges. So I'll eat dinner alone. There was only one person in the day room at lunch, and he just got cafeteria privilege. :(
Jason says he feels an overwhelming peace about the whole situation. I can't quiet my racing thoughts long enough to find that peace. I do know that my depression has gotten out of hand, and I need help. I know I'm on the path to get that help. I just can't feel the peace. I miss my family. I want to hug my kids. Snuggle my babies. Eat junk food with them an be overwhelmed by their constant talking over each other about their day. That is what pushes me to get better. The desire to be a good mom, a healthy mom. I hate that this causes them to hurt. But I pray it will help us all be happier in the future.
I love my children! Karleah, Nathanael, Carson, Vanessa, Faith, Travis, Emily, Lucas, Lilly, Jeanine, Anthonio, and Caranina.
It's almost 10pm, "lights out". I miss my kids. Emily looked at me like I was a stranger for a moment yesterday, but today she was more excited to see me. I wonder how long it will take TJ to remember me when he sees me again.
I talked to Karleah for a few minutes. She is struggling, but she is strong. I don't know how she's doing, I know she holds a lot inside (like her mom!) She may need counseling later. She did say Lilly took her out and it was helpful.
I enjoyed some time with Jason tonight. He is my anchor and shield. I wish I wasn't putting such a burden on my loved ones. But I pray this will help me feel better, and be better for them. I wanted to have a BBQ for pioneer day, and I'm really saddened I won't be able to do so. But we will celebrate soon enough!
***fingers crossed***
Sometime in the middle of the night..... I'm up writing again.....
The staff keep telling me that I should tell them when I'm anxious or can't sleep. But letting someone know I'm not ok is still so hard. Right now my tummy is growling, I hate the food. I can't stop thinking of ways to hurt myself. My mouth hurts, my left ear lobe is red and swollen, and I have a headache. I lay here pretending to sleep when they walk by with the flashlights to check on me.
I was completely honest with my attending doctor (Hunziker) but I don't want to tel all these other strangers in to the dark parts of my mind. I try to pep talk myself into asking for an ibuprofen, but ALWAYS back out, anxious about asking for pain relief. As if subconsciously I'm enjoying some pain and discomfort because I feel I don't deserve relief, and I deserve the physical pain.
It really doesn't help to think back to the ER and the Receiving Center where I told one person after another that my head was pounding and nobody cared. Or at least they didn't do anything. When I did make myself vulnerable, nobody helped anyway.
Becky and Lindsey said this is one of the best things they ever did (going to a psychiatric care facility) so far, I don't see or feel any difference. I talk to a team of doctors and psych techs, I go to group, then I sit alone with my dark thoughts. I hope it changes, but so far things are moving slow.... though to be fair it would be slower on the "outside" where it takes months to get in to a psychiatrist and then months or years to find a good therapist.
I don't know how to survive 6 more days as I go off lamictal and wait to start ECT. I worry about the house and kids....
This thing where I talk to a Doctor, then feel like things are moving along, only to wait another 24 hours and start again has to change. I'm so bored and I am not used to being alone for so long. No visitors is hard, but I'm also afraid to see anyone. I know they won't judge [probably] but I'm still a little embarrassed/ashamed. Feeling pretty stupid here. I don't know how I feel about being the center of attention.... even though I feel completely ignored. The conflicting thoughts are so hard.......
Sunday, August 11, 2019
Tuesday July 23rd, 2019
The following post is from a journal that was given to me when I was a patient at UNI (University Neuropsychiatric Institute). There are a lot of entries that I don't want to lose, so I'll be posting a lot of them here on my blog.
Once I got the courage to walk to the ER (Jason stayed at urgent care with his daughter), I asked the person at the front desk "Is this where I go if I'm feeling suicidal?" she said it was, and I was placed on a stretcher in the hallway. I got to hear and see all kinds of things. But mostly, I fought my demons as I lay alone.
Tuesday July 23rd 2019; 9am
Wow what a crazy few days (weeks!?) I've had. For years I've tried to understand feelings of jealousy, especially towards my step children the past 3-4 years. Jason is always there for his kids, 100% of the time. He would do anything at any time for any one of them. I never knew why it was so hard. I mean... he's my husband! I love that family means so much to him. That's one of the first things I loved about him.
Yet every time those kids needed him, I felt abandoned, neglected, ignored, even invisible. I guess it added to my already screwed up mind and y feelings of worthlessness.
When we've had broken bones, sprains, surgeries, and hospital stays (which included family therapy I was excluded from) I've slowly sunk more and more into the darkest parts of my mind.
For a few months the darkness has been so thick. But I'm an expert at hiding things like that. Nobody really knew. Not my psychiatrist, or the three therapists. Not my family or friends. Not coworkers. I've struggled since my pregnancy with TJ and throughout it all, I've considered these three options:
- I've done this before. I'll figure it out on my own (like I always have)
- People don't even see it, and when I do express it, it's always downplayed by them or myself so I'm on my own with this.
- I'll just adjust my medication myself and get this resolved (by switching doctors and telling them different doses).
I've played through all of this, fighting my own demons and trying to find light on my own, or with my Heavenly Father.
The last 2 months, things have been really bad in my mind. I guess I just hoped to silence the negative thoughts by "toughing it out". Going through my daily actions and doing my best to keep it all buried while I prayed, studied scriptures with my family, attended church, kept up at work and (mostly) at home. I've done this countless times in my life! I can do it again!
As I write, my heart races, my head pounds, and I start bouncing my knees to keep from shaking as I write.
All the times I tell my family and friends to reach out when they need to, encourage people to lean on me or the Lord, and here I am! Strong and faithful on the outside, falling apart inside. But I deny that constantly! Because I am the "expert" and don't need others to know I'm not well.
On July 2nd I had some dental work done. A tooth pulled, a crown, and a filling. By Friday (the 5th) I knew the socket where my tooth had been pulled was not healing well. I went back to the dentist on the 9th to confirm it was a dry socket. I assumed I'd be sent home with an antibiotic and some more ibuprofen. But he offered me pain pills. I thought "oh, good. I'll have them on hand if I fell like hurting myself!"
That thought [though fleeting] got me really nervous. Afraid of those thoughts, I decided not to fill the prescription. Then, I got a urinary tract infection, which required an antibiotic. I also had refills of Lamictal [my mood stabilizer] and Cymbalta [my antidepressant] so I filled the prescription for Percocet, too. I don't feel like I needed it. I have a high pain tolerance. But I felt like it was my safety net to have those pills on hand.
On Tuesday July 16th, I had 3 appointments at 3 different places. Looking back, I see it was my "dry run" to see how things went when I was gone. That night, after the little ones were in bed, Karleah brought up 3 prescriptions from her room. One was for pain pills from her wisdom teeth surgery. I told her I would take them to the pharmacy for proper disposal.
Wednesday the 17th I was ready to take the hydrocodone and oxycodone prescriptions. Thew plan was to take them after work, in my car. People nap in their cars at work all the time so it wouldn't raise suspicion. Work wouldn't know because I'd be done with my shift, and my kids and parents wouldn't notice for a while because I had left work late so often lately. I left for work, started the car, and realized I had forgotten one of the pill bottles. When I ran back inside the house to get it, Jason was standing in front of the drawer the pills were in, brushing his teeth! I felt so many things in that instant. Relief, anger, disappointment, and more. Jason never gets up to brush his teeth at that time of the morning. I looked at my sweet husband, afraid he would see in my eyes the darkness I was holding inside. I told him I forgot what I came back for and left for work.
I knew Heavenly Father was protecting me. He sent angels to nudge Jason to get up! So I felt comfort, and resentment at the same time. Such intense emotions, so conflicting, impossible to handle, even harder to express.
After work, Jason text me some random message and I knew he was about to tell me something. When he sent a pic of himself at the ER with an EKG on, I was saddened. I think part of me was relieved I was there with the kids since he wasn't ready to take on all of it with me gone. I told him "the kids need their Papa. Get better!" But If I'm honest with myself, it was also... "they don't need Mom."
Thursday as I left work, ready to talk to Jason about my suicidal thoughts, he told me Anthonio had been in an accident so he had to go help him out. I responded with "OK. I'll hold all this inside for even longer." As I drove home, I cried, punched the steering wheel, and screamed "I SHOULD HAVE DONE IT! I SHOULD HAVE DONE IT!" Over and over again. I thought I might explode from the intensity of it all.
I was afraid of my feelings, but even more afraid to express them. I text two friends that I knew would understand the best. I still never let on to how dark I felt. Thursday evening, we took the kids to Burger King. A friend of mine was there and she entertained the kids while I told Jason little slivers of the truth. That night in bed, I lay on his chest and told him my plan. He asked if he should take the pills, and I said it might be a good idea. But he only knew about one bottle.
Friday, I felt giddy! I thought that by sharing my burden, I had been led out of the depths of my depression.... I was wrong. That joy was short-lived.
Saturday I went to lunch with my friend Tasha. I thought it would be nice to spent time with someone who dealt with similar emotions. It helped but not enough.
I posted something on a facebook group, my attempt at crying out. I finally accepted that I was not OK.
Quick backtrack..... on Wednesday Jason received a blessing before going in to see the cardiologist. I was afraid to ask for a blessing, despite the urging from Heavenly Father. I didn't want to explain to my parents why I needed a blessing.
During all this, I did try to reach out. I text my friends Tasha, Becky, and Lindsey for advice, but always avoided anything specific. I called a crisis line, but hung up in fear. I text a crisis line but when they asked for my name I disconnected. I made vague FB posts that I promptly deleted when a comment would hit close to home.
Saturday night as I lay in bed, Jason said he felt like I needed a blessing. He asked if we should wait til morning, but I knew we couldn't wait. That blessing may have saved my life.
In the blessing, I was told many times that angels were with me. They were calling my name! Angels on both sides! Originally I thought this meant "both sides of the veil". But now I know it's both sodes, meaning Satan's angels as well as Angels of the light of God.
Sunday, at about 2am, I woke up in a panic. I tried to calm myself. By 3:30 I had text a friend that had begged me to text anytime that night. I told her I felt like I should have been hospitalized. She told me to wake Jason and GO! I was too scared.
I lay there for hours, frozen by fear. The thought came to me that I had angels calling out to me, helping me. By 8am, I told Jason that I knew the angels were telling me to GO TO THE HOSPITAL, NOW!" He agreed.
Jason's phone rang right then. Lilly needed him. She either broke or sprained an ankle, and needed help to get to a doctor. I looked at Jason and told him to go. I was prepared to cry alone once more. To fight my demons alone. He said "don't you see? You have a "cover story" and I'm going to the hospital anyway!" I was relieved, and terrified.
Once I got the courage to walk to the ER (Jason stayed at urgent care with his daughter), I asked the person at the front desk "Is this where I go if I'm feeling suicidal?" she said it was, and I was placed on a stretcher in the hallway. I got to hear and see all kinds of things. But mostly, I fought my demons as I lay alone.
Finally, I was sent to The Receiving Center, to be "observed" for 23 hours and talk to some social workers. By the time I left there, I think I told my story to at least 10-15 people. And it only got worse
Monday July 22nd at noon I was admitted to the University Neuropsychiatric Institute (UNI). I never knew my mind could have so many racing thoughts, simultaneously. From old folk songs, to why my suicidal plan was stopped, to why I'm here and when I can go. Thoughts about my family, my kids, work, how friends will take the news, church! How can I ever go again?! How can I not?!
RACING, CONTINUOUS, SIMULTANEOUS AND CONFLICTING THOUGHTS!
My thoughts became more violent. I became afraid to go home. I talked to a team of doctors and social workers. I knew I was going to be there a while. My fingernails began digging at my wrist. My hospital band left a deep gash on my right hand and my fingernails left deep gashes on the left wrist.
Sunday, May 12, 2019
Mothers Day
I was asked to speak on Mother's Day. And I type faster than I write, so here are my thoughts....
Happy Mother's Day!
I'm sure one reason I was asked to speak on Mother's Day is because I have a lot of kids, and the bishopric thinks I know what I'm doing by now. But the more kids I have, the more I realize how little I DO know. But since we do have so many kids, I hope an introduction takes up most of my time:
In 1998, shortly after graduating high school, I was introduced to someone I would later marry. I had always wanted a big family, so I wanted a honeymoon baby. I got married just before turning 19, and assumed it would be easy to have children. It took 2 years for me to finally get a positive pregnancy test. Karleah was born in October of 2001. Before her first birthday, I felt strongly that it was time to have another baby. I assumed it would be easier the 2nd time because my body had "figured it out". After about 18 months, we went to a fertility specialist, and after a round of in-vitro fertilization, I was blessed with Nathanael in December 2005. After he turned 1, I started another IVF cycle, and I was blessed with twins. Carson and Vanessa were born in March of 2008. 4 kids didn't feel like the big family I dreamt of, so I was a little saddened at the thought of being "done".
15 months later, I had 2 loved ones pass away. As I faced one of the darkest times in my life, and questioned worthiness to be a mother. The dark depression I faced had me convinced that Heavenly Father had only sent me children because I forced it when I did IVF. To help me through, Heavenly Father sent me a surprise, Faith was born in May of 2010.
Shortly after Faith turned 2, I got divorced. For 2 1/2 years I was a single mom, and it was by far one of the hardest things in my life. I believe I only made it through because I relied so much on the people I admire most, including my brothers and dad who held the priesthood. I stayed focused on scriptures and daily prayer. Thanks to personal revelation and many blessings, I knew I was meant to remarry. I started dating, (which, by the way, is not as fun in your 30s as in your teens.)
In August of of 2014, I met Jason through an online dating app. He proposed exactly 2 months later on October 8, in the Oquirrh Mountain Temple. In January of 2015 we were sealed in the same room he proposed to me. I became a stepmom to 5, Lucas, Lilly, Jeanine, Anthonio, (more twins!) and Caranina.
Jason and I felt strongly that there were more spirits waiting to join our family. We tried to ignore and deny the impressions, but that only went so far..... We got pregnant right away, but miscarried the baby we call Lydia on Labor Day weekend of 2015. By Thanksgiving, we were pregnant again and Travis (TJ) joined our family in July of 2016. I told everyone I was done having kids, hoping Heavenly Father would hear me and stop nudging us to have another baby, again proving that I know less with each child. Emily was born in June of 2018.
If you've been keeping track, that's 12 kids and one angel baby. 21, 19, 17, 17, 17, 16, 13, 11, 11, 9, 2, and 10 months.
When I was young and my mom got depressed on Mother's Day, I never understood. I couldn't wait to be a mom and have all the love and praise I thought moms had. I've realized more and more that most women tend to take something as meaningful and thoughtful as mothers day, and turn it into a guilt trip. We tend to focus on our friends' talents and strengths, and downplay our own. We think we are being humble when we minimize our own abilities.
Having dealt with depression and anxiety for as long as I can remember, I can tell you I'm a pro at minimizing my strengths when compared to those around me. When our house flooded last weekend, I was beating myself up for the messes I hadn't kept up with, making the process of cleaning up so much harder. Another example from this week: Tuesday Morning I got a call from one of the kids' schools, telling me about some problems in class that day I broke down in tears of anger, hurt, frustration, and discouragement. Blaming myself for my child's problems. That afternoon, I received a message from another school, about another kid. I called Jason in tears. "How can I give a talk on Mother's Day when I am so clearly failing as a mother?" He said "you are the mother your children need" (before you give him credit for a great line, he was quoting a book I just finished.)
I have often questioned why Heavenly Father sent me children with their own emotional and social difficulties. Why he thought I was the right choice. I need constant reminders that HE knows why.
Time and time again, other moms in my life have helped me. I will list a few:
My best friend/visiting teacher Emily. She would drop everything to come help me, like the time my daughter needed stitches and my boys were in the bath, when I was going through a difficult time of depression and she checked on me daily, and when I separated from my now ex-husband and she was the only one to know the details and support me through it all.
My sister Angie who called me daily as I adjusted to being a single mom. Reminding me when I was overwhelmed, to "Let go and let God"
My sister-in-law Zoe who continued to show me love when I divorced her husband's brother.
My sisters-in-law Bonnie and Pam who have accepted me and loved me when I joined their family 20 years after they did.
My sister-in-law Chrystal, who has helped me adjust to being a step mom and who has relied on me as much as I've relied on her when emotional battles are just too much to handle alone.
My sister-in-law Megan who, after a difficult break up, told me I would find a man that would love me, and when she hugged me in the sealing room, whispered "I told you you'd find him!" and made me sob loudly.
My sister-in-law Julie, who died almost 10 years ago. She used to remind me that we are not meant to face our trials alone. She learned time and time again that she needed to rely on Heavenly Father, the atonement of our Savior, and the people around her. She taught me that asking for help in time of need is not a weakness, and that praying for strength is admirable.
I can testify that every mother is important, whether you have married into motherhood, given birth, adopted, or even if you're not called a mother of any sort but have loved children as an aunt, cousin, teacher, or neighbor, we all have a role. Even when we feel we are failing, we can remember these words: You were never meant to do it alone.
Happy Mother's Day!
I'm sure one reason I was asked to speak on Mother's Day is because I have a lot of kids, and the bishopric thinks I know what I'm doing by now. But the more kids I have, the more I realize how little I DO know. But since we do have so many kids, I hope an introduction takes up most of my time:
In 1998, shortly after graduating high school, I was introduced to someone I would later marry. I had always wanted a big family, so I wanted a honeymoon baby. I got married just before turning 19, and assumed it would be easy to have children. It took 2 years for me to finally get a positive pregnancy test. Karleah was born in October of 2001. Before her first birthday, I felt strongly that it was time to have another baby. I assumed it would be easier the 2nd time because my body had "figured it out". After about 18 months, we went to a fertility specialist, and after a round of in-vitro fertilization, I was blessed with Nathanael in December 2005. After he turned 1, I started another IVF cycle, and I was blessed with twins. Carson and Vanessa were born in March of 2008. 4 kids didn't feel like the big family I dreamt of, so I was a little saddened at the thought of being "done".
15 months later, I had 2 loved ones pass away. As I faced one of the darkest times in my life, and questioned worthiness to be a mother. The dark depression I faced had me convinced that Heavenly Father had only sent me children because I forced it when I did IVF. To help me through, Heavenly Father sent me a surprise, Faith was born in May of 2010.
Shortly after Faith turned 2, I got divorced. For 2 1/2 years I was a single mom, and it was by far one of the hardest things in my life. I believe I only made it through because I relied so much on the people I admire most, including my brothers and dad who held the priesthood. I stayed focused on scriptures and daily prayer. Thanks to personal revelation and many blessings, I knew I was meant to remarry. I started dating, (which, by the way, is not as fun in your 30s as in your teens.)
In August of of 2014, I met Jason through an online dating app. He proposed exactly 2 months later on October 8, in the Oquirrh Mountain Temple. In January of 2015 we were sealed in the same room he proposed to me. I became a stepmom to 5, Lucas, Lilly, Jeanine, Anthonio, (more twins!) and Caranina.
Jason and I felt strongly that there were more spirits waiting to join our family. We tried to ignore and deny the impressions, but that only went so far..... We got pregnant right away, but miscarried the baby we call Lydia on Labor Day weekend of 2015. By Thanksgiving, we were pregnant again and Travis (TJ) joined our family in July of 2016. I told everyone I was done having kids, hoping Heavenly Father would hear me and stop nudging us to have another baby, again proving that I know less with each child. Emily was born in June of 2018.
If you've been keeping track, that's 12 kids and one angel baby. 21, 19, 17, 17, 17, 16, 13, 11, 11, 9, 2, and 10 months.
When I was young and my mom got depressed on Mother's Day, I never understood. I couldn't wait to be a mom and have all the love and praise I thought moms had. I've realized more and more that most women tend to take something as meaningful and thoughtful as mothers day, and turn it into a guilt trip. We tend to focus on our friends' talents and strengths, and downplay our own. We think we are being humble when we minimize our own abilities.
Having dealt with depression and anxiety for as long as I can remember, I can tell you I'm a pro at minimizing my strengths when compared to those around me. When our house flooded last weekend, I was beating myself up for the messes I hadn't kept up with, making the process of cleaning up so much harder. Another example from this week: Tuesday Morning I got a call from one of the kids' schools, telling me about some problems in class that day I broke down in tears of anger, hurt, frustration, and discouragement. Blaming myself for my child's problems. That afternoon, I received a message from another school, about another kid. I called Jason in tears. "How can I give a talk on Mother's Day when I am so clearly failing as a mother?" He said "you are the mother your children need" (before you give him credit for a great line, he was quoting a book I just finished.)
I have often questioned why Heavenly Father sent me children with their own emotional and social difficulties. Why he thought I was the right choice. I need constant reminders that HE knows why.
Time and time again, other moms in my life have helped me. I will list a few:
My best friend/visiting teacher Emily. She would drop everything to come help me, like the time my daughter needed stitches and my boys were in the bath, when I was going through a difficult time of depression and she checked on me daily, and when I separated from my now ex-husband and she was the only one to know the details and support me through it all.
My sister Angie who called me daily as I adjusted to being a single mom. Reminding me when I was overwhelmed, to "Let go and let God"
My sister-in-law Zoe who continued to show me love when I divorced her husband's brother.
My sisters-in-law Bonnie and Pam who have accepted me and loved me when I joined their family 20 years after they did.
My sister-in-law Chrystal, who has helped me adjust to being a step mom and who has relied on me as much as I've relied on her when emotional battles are just too much to handle alone.
My sister-in-law Megan who, after a difficult break up, told me I would find a man that would love me, and when she hugged me in the sealing room, whispered "I told you you'd find him!" and made me sob loudly.
My sister-in-law Julie, who died almost 10 years ago. She used to remind me that we are not meant to face our trials alone. She learned time and time again that she needed to rely on Heavenly Father, the atonement of our Savior, and the people around her. She taught me that asking for help in time of need is not a weakness, and that praying for strength is admirable.
I can testify that every mother is important, whether you have married into motherhood, given birth, adopted, or even if you're not called a mother of any sort but have loved children as an aunt, cousin, teacher, or neighbor, we all have a role. Even when we feel we are failing, we can remember these words: You were never meant to do it alone.
Monday, March 11, 2019
Emily Rose
As I looked through old blog posts, I realized I never made a post about the birth of my sweet Emily Rose! So here we are, 8 1/2 months late.
Thursday, June 28th 2018. I was at work, and I remember thinking I was as miserable and uncomfortable as I had ever been in a pregnancy. My boss and a couple coworkers commented about how I looked like I was "done" or "ready".
When I got home, I just laid down. I couldn't eat, or sleep, or do anything but sit around. The kids enjoyed the freedom to eat and do what they wanted. I think I knew labor was beginning, but everything seemed so different than my previous experiences, and I did not want to get my hopes up too soon. I had an appointment the next day anyway, I just tried to rest.
I ordered Papa John's pizza for dinner, it sounded good until it arrived and then I didn't want it. I had barely eaten all day, but I wasn't hungry. Just miserable. I finally started timing contractions, and sent Jason a screen shot of the app I was using to track them. He asked if he should come home, and I told him to finish up. No rush.
I got the kids ready for bed, and we put on a movie. When Jason came home we told the kids we were going to the hospital and would see baby Emily soon.
Labor was slow and miserable. Again, I kept thinking that none of my previous experiences were like this at all. The nurses implied they might send me home if things didn't start picking up. I was angry, and discouraged. I thought maybe I should have waited at home longer or timed the contractions more consistently. After several hours, I was starting to progress so they asked if I wanted an epidural. I had really wanted to try for another unmedicated birth, and I wanted to say "no" but I had been miserable so long, and I just wanted rest.
When it came time for Emily to be born, my doctor was unavailable. The doctor on-call was the same doctor that had delivered Karleah! It was really interesting (I want to say fun, but let's be honest, labor is NOT fun).
As Emily started her entrance to the world, one of the nurses said "oh, she has a necklace!" it took a while to register, but I looked at Jason and Dr Hutchison and saw their focus. I knew that the umbilical cord was around her neck. When the nurses told me to try and relax, I flashed back to Nathanael's birth (my unmedicated experience.) I remembered how those nurses had told me not to push, and wait for the doctor, even though it had been less than an hour since they suggested maybe I wasn't really in labor.... I could NOT stop pushing, no matter what they said. Nathanael was born before I had been admitted, and before the room was prepped. The doctor literally walked in at the last second. With that memory, I knew why I had felt the need for an epidural. I know I would have continued pushing and she could have been seriously hurt with that cord wrapped tightly around her neck.
As I waited for Dr Hutchison to ease the cord from around her neck, I heard Jason and the nurses talk about my beautiful girl. I couldn't see her, and I was so anxious. I was feeling a little upset that I couldn't see her. When I tried to look, all I saw were her arms flailing around between my legs. (it's funny now... but not then) When my sweet Emily Rose was finally out, she didn't want to cry and take that big, deep breath they want to hear from newborns. This is mainly due to my bipolar medications. (I had the same experience when TJ was born, but my dose had doubled since then so I was a lot more nervous this time around.)
She never did take a deep breath, or scream out like we wanted, and I wanted to cry because I wanted to hold her so bad. I think I've made up for that now, because I hold that little angel every chance I get.
She is perfect and healthy and happy. She's fun and has such a sweet personality and spirit. Her single dimple on the right cheek gives me such a thrill. She is definitely a blessing to all that know her.
Emily Rose #emilyrose was born on June 29th at 4:24am weighing in at 8 pounds 2 ounces.
Thursday, June 28th 2018. I was at work, and I remember thinking I was as miserable and uncomfortable as I had ever been in a pregnancy. My boss and a couple coworkers commented about how I looked like I was "done" or "ready".
When I got home, I just laid down. I couldn't eat, or sleep, or do anything but sit around. The kids enjoyed the freedom to eat and do what they wanted. I think I knew labor was beginning, but everything seemed so different than my previous experiences, and I did not want to get my hopes up too soon. I had an appointment the next day anyway, I just tried to rest.
I ordered Papa John's pizza for dinner, it sounded good until it arrived and then I didn't want it. I had barely eaten all day, but I wasn't hungry. Just miserable. I finally started timing contractions, and sent Jason a screen shot of the app I was using to track them. He asked if he should come home, and I told him to finish up. No rush.
I got the kids ready for bed, and we put on a movie. When Jason came home we told the kids we were going to the hospital and would see baby Emily soon.
Labor was slow and miserable. Again, I kept thinking that none of my previous experiences were like this at all. The nurses implied they might send me home if things didn't start picking up. I was angry, and discouraged. I thought maybe I should have waited at home longer or timed the contractions more consistently. After several hours, I was starting to progress so they asked if I wanted an epidural. I had really wanted to try for another unmedicated birth, and I wanted to say "no" but I had been miserable so long, and I just wanted rest.
When it came time for Emily to be born, my doctor was unavailable. The doctor on-call was the same doctor that had delivered Karleah! It was really interesting (I want to say fun, but let's be honest, labor is NOT fun).
As Emily started her entrance to the world, one of the nurses said "oh, she has a necklace!" it took a while to register, but I looked at Jason and Dr Hutchison and saw their focus. I knew that the umbilical cord was around her neck. When the nurses told me to try and relax, I flashed back to Nathanael's birth (my unmedicated experience.) I remembered how those nurses had told me not to push, and wait for the doctor, even though it had been less than an hour since they suggested maybe I wasn't really in labor.... I could NOT stop pushing, no matter what they said. Nathanael was born before I had been admitted, and before the room was prepped. The doctor literally walked in at the last second. With that memory, I knew why I had felt the need for an epidural. I know I would have continued pushing and she could have been seriously hurt with that cord wrapped tightly around her neck.
As I waited for Dr Hutchison to ease the cord from around her neck, I heard Jason and the nurses talk about my beautiful girl. I couldn't see her, and I was so anxious. I was feeling a little upset that I couldn't see her. When I tried to look, all I saw were her arms flailing around between my legs. (it's funny now... but not then) When my sweet Emily Rose was finally out, she didn't want to cry and take that big, deep breath they want to hear from newborns. This is mainly due to my bipolar medications. (I had the same experience when TJ was born, but my dose had doubled since then so I was a lot more nervous this time around.)
She never did take a deep breath, or scream out like we wanted, and I wanted to cry because I wanted to hold her so bad. I think I've made up for that now, because I hold that little angel every chance I get.
She is perfect and healthy and happy. She's fun and has such a sweet personality and spirit. Her single dimple on the right cheek gives me such a thrill. She is definitely a blessing to all that know her.
Emily Rose #emilyrose was born on June 29th at 4:24am weighing in at 8 pounds 2 ounces.
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