Reflecting on 2015--Corbin's Baptism, Surgery, and Wrapping up the Year
Well, 2015 was over two days ago; tonight is January 2, 2016. Two weeks ago I was about to begin the best and wildest two weeks of the year. (I'm pretty sure that's true; I don't think I've seen two weeks this busy since last Christmas. It's always busy when it's cold and everyone's inside for 10 straight days and we're eating a lot and doing a lot of laundry and getting on each other's nerves and having fun.)
Two weeks ago, we were looking forward to Corbin's baptism the next day. Grandma Sally and John were here and we had just gotten pedicures and it had been a whirlwind week at school finishing grading and finals and then I went straight home (well, to the gym, my sometimes home) to watch the Haxtun/Holyoke game and voila! Everyone was there. All of the grandparents. And I knew surgery was very close and life was good because it was vacation and I had no worries for just a couple of days.
So, Corbin was baptized on December 22 and the day was wonderful and awesome and the Spirit was very strong. Grandma Sally and Taylor spoke and Grandpa Droddy and I said prayers and Corbin was confirmed by Jared with our bishopric and stake president, who all happen to be good friends, standing in along with John and Grandpa. (That's Gary Schumacher, Stefan Betley, Mike Speight, and Toddy Wolfley)
We enjoyed a Sunday dinner--all of us, both sides of the family. I feel so loved when all of the grandparents are here. :-)
The next day, Monday the 21st, Grandma Sally and John left for the airport and Jared, Taylor, Kenna, and I left for Denver. My parents stayed here to help with the little boys and to take Caleb to his knee MRI appointment, which we'd been able to schedule for Tuesday, the 22nd, in the afternoon. Essentially, he would be having his MRI just as Kenna was getting settled in her room after surgery/
Monday was a good day--we did some Christmas shopping and met up with the girls for dinner at Olive Garden. (They drove separately from us so that Taylor could come home before us.) We were all worn out; Taylor had be busy since the previous Thursday, when she'd quickly packed and moved her things to a new apartment before leaving around 5 Friday morning in order to be here for Caleb's game on Friday night and for Corbin's baptism on Sunday. I-80 was closed due to wind, so at the last minute we encouraged her to take I-70 through western CO and southern UT. She did the entire drive from Rexburg to Haxtun in about 16 hours. She was exhausted. She started to fall asleep at dinner and looked truly sick. I was feeling that way as well, having rushed from a busy final week of school to a ballgame and straight to company and a baptism and packing for the trip and preparing everything for the kids who were home while we were at the hospital. In any case, we went to our hotel and fell asleep by 9:30. We had to be up around 4am.
Checking in to the hospital was simple and soon we were in the surgical waiting room. When I'd scheduled Kenna's surgery, I'd been worried. My concern was the anesthesia-what if she reacted to it? Then there was the idea of a six month recovery. What if her recovery was like my friend Steph's: Really not a recovery, but a whole body response to an extended chronic injury? What if we regretted doing the surgery? What if Kenna was in pain for months afterward? During the days leading up to her surgery and as we waited while she was prepped and poked and gowned, my worries literally evaporated. Some of that was because I was so impressed with her anesthesiologist, who had been a cardiologist before deciding she wanted to administer pain meds instead. More of my relief was due to our prayers and fasting. I felt the power of prayer as we waited for her. So many of our friends and neighbors had stopped us or messaged us to tell us we were in their thoughts and prayers. It was awesome.
These are some facebook posts from this time period.
Well, we celebrated New Year's Eve with one kid on crutches, another looking forward to knee surgery, and Ikey antagonizing Corbin until they were both yelling and coughing until Isaac threw up. Good thing nurse Taylor was here! The other day i said, "I don't think I'd want to go to Mexico/Bahamas/etc right now; I like being home for Christmas."I've changed my mind! Aaahh, life's good! We have everything we need and we have each other! 😳 Happy New Year. Wishing you a wonderful year full of great memories.
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