Someone posted this on a chat board that I am on. I have a long story about signs, and it was too much to post there, but here goes.
Actually, there have been MANY signs the entire past 6 years and this might get long and sappy :D. Hubby and I had a friend introduce us at work, and things were weird, but we really got along. Well, we kept running into each other and then started hanging out. Well....I didn't really know he was 'the one' until one night when I was supposed to go meet up with a guy that I was seeing. I made it 1/2 way there, and he was at a bar and I had no clue how to get there. So I called him, he gave me quick directions in a part of town that I don't know (which is rare around here) and then when I called him back in 10 min, he didn't answer. I called 3 times, and then just decided to drive to boulder from lowry AFB area to see my now hubby - that night, he was soo excited to see me, we went out and got ice cream from the store and went up a mountain to eat it and star gaze.. :euph I was supposed to not find the place :)
Then a week later, we were at a party and ended up staying up all night long talking. ..... we then kinda moved in together and that's how it all started with the marriage.
From here on out, EVERYTHING just fell into place - and I believe that this is/was our sign.
I believe now that he was put in my life for a reason. Once we got engaged, and I literally mean like the next week, I started getting hives for no apparent reason. From the engagement, through the wedding, I had seen numerous doctors. You can even see in some wedding pics late at night where I broke out in hives. Someone at the hotel we stayed at our wedding night OFFERED to go purchase me some benedryl b/c, "I didn't need to go anywhere on my wedding night" how freakin' sweet was that?!?
Between the wedding and when I got pg, I started having breathing problems. Went to the dr's numerous times only to be told I have allergies, asthma, whatever else they thought was common for a 28 yr old.
Anyway, we decided to try to get pg, and on our first month did. I really started having more severe breathing symptoms while pg. I caught a cold and couldn't get rid of it for like 2 mos. During this time, hubby was traveling, and then the day after he came home early (1 week early) to surprise me, I coughed and dislodged a blood clot. Spent a ton of time in the hospital and then my OB (my freakin' OB) recommended getting a chest xray to see what was going on. At 6 mos pregnant, the cancer tumor was found. HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR ME GETTING PREGNANT, WE MAY NOT HAVE FOUND THIS FOR MUCH LONGER.
I had a hard pregnancy, and E came early - which was weird for your first - but she broke my water 3 weeks early. I couldn't bf, it literally took 8 hands to do so. I couldn't keep my milk supply and remembered that I needed to go get that 'thing' in my chest checked out, so I weaned E and went to the pulmonologist - when E was 2 mos old, I had a biopsy and found out that I had hodgkin's lymphoma.
From this time on, things were weird. My mom quit her full time job just 2 weeks before my diagnosis – she just had a feeling that she had to quit. I was diagnosed, had my port put in and started chemo and had to make decisions about fertility and storing eggs all within 1 month.
I started chemo. My baby was 2 mos old, my hubby stressed, and my mom with no job and willing to help anyway she could to take care of all of us.
This, however, is the hugest sign that my life was going in the right direction. My hubby stepped up to the plate. Cooked, cleaned, took care of bills and worried about everything. For anyone who knows my hubby he is the most LAID BACK person ever. This new personality didn’t fit the bill, but he totally took over for me. As for my baby girl, it was like she knew. Our days consisted of hubby getting up at 5:30 am when E did and bringing her to bed with us and bringing in a bottle. Sometimes he would feed, but mostly he would just go get her so I could stay laying down. He would get ready for work and most of the time she would be sleeping by the time he was done. If so, he would take her back to her bed if I was good for the day. If I wasn’t doing good, then he would leave her in the bed so I didn’t have to get up and pick her up and then he would go to work. If I was having a bad day, he would call my mom at 7 am and she would come over early. If I wasn’t, she would normally come over at 9.
She would take care of the baby and bring her in to me to take naps. When E was sleeping with me, she would wake up and glance at me to see if I was awake. If I was, she would wake up. If I wasn’t, she would go back to sleep. It was truly amazing. She wasn’t a fussy baby, she put herself on a solid/predictable schedule and totally stuck to it. She found my port in my chest almost immediately. She would lay in my arms while I fed her and with her outer hand would put it directly over my port. As if she was healing it. To this day she sees my scars and says ‘Mommy owie” and kisses my scars on my chest.
From here on, the chemo went smooth, radiation went smooth and FF to today, I am 1.5 years out and cancer free. We decided to try again around my 1 year anniversary and again, try once, get pg. J we are expecting our 2nd. Things have gone smoothly and we are just feeling so blessed.
But....if it weren't for all my life's experiences in the past few years, my life could have been a lot different now. I am truly blessed with my family and child (soon to be children)
:)