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I wanted to take a moment to express my feelings the day that we went to the hospital with Damon during his G-tube incident. It has been 3 months since then, but I often look back and am reminded how mindful and aware of things that are going to happen whether we know about them, or unknown, we are NEVER forgotten.

Back tracking a bit, nothing has been coincedental since moving here. No If, And, or Buts about it. Everything has had a place. (More to come on that later)

While going through the motions of dealing with poop as runny as a watered down milkshake for a couple days, it was time to do something about it. We HAD to go to the hospital. Nothing is a blur about that Sunday when everything happened. My parents were in Long Beach having a little brother/sister retreat with my dad's sibling, and and my Grandpa McGary. Up until this point, for me, it was a time that I could see them for a short time before they headed back home. We were meeting with them at my Grandpa and Jane's house for lunch. But with our situation, Juan and his sister Vicky went to the hospital that was about 2 minutes away from my grandpa's house so that I could enjoy thier company for a bit. I cut my moms hair, and was starting on Jane's, but had not strarted cutting yet. Juan calls me to tell me they are ambulancing him to Lagacy Emmanual in Portland, about 20 minutes from where we were. So I rush to get things together frantically and trying to hold my composure together. I'm not a cryer. Those days are long over for me. I guess I had too many crying spells through the teenage years those ducts are dried out! But there was a moment when I just had to break down for a split minute. Then it was over. I was ok. Why does he have to go through everything! I was so mad at the situation! They helped me pack some things together to take with me because we didn't know how long I would be at hospital. They still were not sure what was going on and what was wrong completely. I have never been in a situation where I didn't know what was going to happen to my child, or what the outcome would be. But in this moment there wasn't anything I could do. I hurried and got to the hopsital so that I could ride with him in the ambulance. New thing for all of us! Kinda exciting if you ask me but not all at the same time!

It was a quick goodbye from my parents, one that I wish would of lasted longer. I miss seeing them all the time! As the ambulance was to leave, my parents poked thier heads in the back window. It was a feeling that I will not forget because I was pretty sure I was doing this on my own. This was not the first time doing something on my own but for a precedure I was unaware of it was. The drivers of the ambulance were nice enough to stop and let them in to say goodbye to Damon. Special moment for sure!

But I didn't know they would be going to Legacy either. Such great new for a person that needed her parents there. Your husband is a support for sure, but there are some things that you need your parents no matter your age.

My dad is a great guy. But not a guy that you see a lot of emotion out of, or someone that is super open to talk to. I have learned throughout the years how to approach a situation with him. While we were waiting in the ER and waiting for a Dr from the surgery team to talk to us, it was just kinda quiet. After the surgeon came in and told is, really what is the worst that can happen, of course the falls began again! No one wants to hear that "we don't know what were going to find when we go in for surgery, and it depends on the severity of everything, that he may have to have his intestines in a bag on the outside of the body until they heal." Worst case scenario obviusly. But in that moment after the Dr left, and I broke down, and my dad gave me a hug, I knew that everything was going to be ok. A tear falling from my dad's cheek is just another surety that he loves me, and he loves my family. I'm sure it cannot be easy to see your child go throught something with your child, but it also has become easier because this is our life. Love or hate it, it just is.

I don't think it was a coincedence that my parents were in Long Beach that weekend and we saw that over the weekend. I think that Heavenly Father knew that I would need my parents there, and everything fell into place. I have become a believer that everything happends for a reasons. With everything in my life in the past eight years, from marriage to kids, is all because of a greater plan. To better myself, to mentor my children, to bring my family close, to show who real friends are that can stay by your side. I needed my mom and dad there that day, and they were there. Really, could it have not worked out any other time? I don't think so.