I couldn't resist sharing this picture with everyone of my grandson Cole!
I rushed his mom to the hospital last night. She had a tubal pregnancy. When she went to the ER here in Panguitch, they wanted to take her in an ambulance to Cedar City for surgery. She refused. Felt like it was too much money.
I look for my keys, only to realize that Kenny Roy had them....and he happened to be out at the property with my son working on a shed.
I call him....frustrated to say the least.
He tells me, he is on his way in to the hospital here with 'said' grandson above. He stepped on a rusty nail out there while helping them.
Brooke drives over to the hospital to sign papers saying it is okay for his grandpa to bring him in for treatment.
Finally...we are on our way.
So here I am....mom...hauling bananas trying to get her to the hospital which is an hour away knowing full well that this thing could burst at any minute. At her age 21 years ago I had a cyst the size of a tennis ball that burst and by the time I got to the hospital I was almost dead.
Once we got into the hospital and saw the ultrasound I really knew that God was watching over us. The doctor said it was very rare for a pregnancy in a tube to even reach 4 to 5 weeks let alone for it to have a heartbeat. The technician said only once before in her career had she seen this. Brooke my daughter was 6 1/2 weeks along .... and there was a heartbeat. Oh so sad! Both her and I started crying... just to know what had to be done to save her life.
She is doing well physically, but pretty scared emotionally. They have been trying for awhile. And there only other child, Cole, above is almost 7.
So my friends, instead of camping this weekend, or sewing...I spent it taking care of the sick. I was so wishing I had a hand project ready to take to the hospital to work on while I waited. Lesson learned!
Please if you are so inclined....pray for my little Brooke.
Thanks from the itsy bitsy teeny weeny depths of my heart!