I LOVE shoes. I only have two feet, but I have more shoes than I know what to do with. I have SIX pairs of the same shoes. I have them in black with white stripes, white with green stripes, white with blue stripes, blue with green stripes, blue stripes on lime green and pink with blue stripes. Shoes are my thang.
Though I’m not a mom (YET!) I am part of an online, social media group of totally kick ass women called Mamavation. Mamavation is all about women/moms supporting, encouraging, helping each other in their battle of the bulge. In getting HEALTHY– for themselves, for their kids, for their spouses. Mamavation promotes healthy lifestyles, food choices and exercise. It’s pretty much amazing and the women involved are beyond amazing.
I’m always lucky. I wake up every morning. I’m healthy. I’m happy. I have a job that pays the bills AND that I enjoy. I have a roof over my head. I have two families that love me. I have three fabulous younger sisters. I have two sets of brothers and sisters-in-law that aren’t too shabby either. Husband’s epilepsy is under control 99.9% of the time. I have a loving, caring, compassionate, hardworking husband who knows all my flaws but married and loves me anyway. I am lucky EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
BUT! December 11, 2008 will forever be one of the luckiest days of my life. Without December 11, 2008 the other luckiest day of my life never would have happened.
Thanksgiving ’08 my mom slipped on some ice, fell and broke her leg. Crutches, a broken leg, Michigan winters and little children at school are not a great combo. Mom wasn’t going anywhere, but she had daughters and a husband home on break so she was well taken care of. Mom was doing her best to maneuver with a big ol’ cast, crutches, three of her four kids, a husband and a dog underfoot. Until two weeks after she fell. Mom got up to use the bathroom (the ONE thing no one else could do for her), collapsed and earned herself another trip to the hospital, this time via ambulance. Mom had a pulmonary embolism- a blood clot from being inactive and medications she was on that traveled to her lungs.
I almost lost my Mommy.
Tuesday, December 11, 2008 my mom was discharged from the hospital and went back home.
While my mom was in the hospital my boyfriend was pestering me about my plans for the weekend. I didn’t have any, my mom was in the hospital! I have a serious case of Oldest Child Syndrome.
The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. I had a full-time job, I didn’t live at home, but I still needed wanted to make sure things were taken care of at home.
Mom ended up coming home on a Tuesday, a day that I worked 2-10p. I had no plans to see my exhausted and recuperating mother. Boyfriend and I could only spend time together on weekends due to our work schedules, so I was totally surprised when he asked me to stop by his apartment on my way home.
When I got to Boyfriend’s he was awake and sitting in his living room. Weird. ESPN was blaring. Not weird. Boyfriend was sitting on the couch instead of His Chair. Weird. Boyfriend wouldn’t look at me. Weird. The whole thing felt really weird to me. Then he starts talking to the wall.
Boyfriend- Um, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. I, uh… I’ve been thinking about my past and how I can’t change that, but I really want to change my future. I think it’s time to make some really big, life altering decisions.
Are you kidding me?! I almost lose my mom and THE DAY she comes home this jackhole is dumping me?!?! He can sit there and watch stupid ESPN all he wants. I’m not saying a single word. If he really wants to break up, I’m not going to make it easy on him.
Boyfriend- I know it’s a few weeks early, but can I give you your Christmas present?
Christmas present? This is the weirdest break up I’ve ever been a part of.
Me- Um, sure. I guess.
*Hands me a velvet box he had shoved between the couch cushions.*
Me- Oh, Boyfriend! You didn’t have to get me earrings!
Then I open the box to see the most beautiful, gorgeous, sparking ring I’ve ever seen.
Another long pause as I’m mentally kicking myself. Seriously, Laura?! Earrings!? What on EARTH possessed you to think earrings? Has Disney taught you nothing!? I KNEW he wasn’t a jackhole!
Boyfriend- So, when should we get married?!
*Insert screaming, grins and lots and lots of kisses*
Me- Holy crap, I have to call my mom.
Fiance- Can’t that wait until tomorrow?
Me- Excuse me, what?!?! No it can’t wait until tomorrow. THIS. IS. NEWS.
Fiance- She did just come home from the hospital today.
Me- I have to tell my mom first.
Then the phone calls started. I called my sister’s cell phone to see if Mom was awake. After shaking off the third degree on why I sounded weird, my sister tells me Mom IS awake.
I called the house phone, asked to talk to Mom.
Me- MOM! BOYFRIEND JUST GAVE ME A RIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
Mom- Like an engagement ring kind of ring?
Various family members- Laura got a ring?!
Me- Yep, like an engagement kind of ring!
Family- What? What!
Mom- Boyfriend gave Laura an engagement ring!
Family/Mom/Me- WOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!!!!! (Repeat 984,354,852,196,574,325 times)
Fiance- Geesh, women!
Fast forward exactly seven months.
In seven months Boyfriend became Fiance to ultimately become Hubster.
December 11, 2008 will forever be one of the luckiest days of my life.
Mom came home after almost losing her life.
Brian and I became engaged.
I DIDN’T send my mother back to the hospital when I told her I was getting married.
Brian and I got married and are building a life together.
I have my health, my happiness and I’m surrounded with love. You really can’t get any more lucky than that.
I wrote this blog post while participating in the Bookieboo and “Earthies Wants You to Feel Lucky” blogging program, making me eligible to win a pair of Earthies shoes and American Express Gift Cards. For more information on how you can participate, click here.”