We’re All Grown Up


As I drive to meet with my cousin approximately three hours from where I live; I slowly realize that we are not children anymore. I will be watching her embark upon a great coming of age moment where she will try on wedding dresses for the first time.

It was only a little over a year ago that I married my best friend and in 9 months she will be married to hers. I find it hard to believe that this woman, who used to walk around in her daddy’s boots and a diaper, is going to be walking down the aisle in some short months from now.

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I glanced over at my daughter sleeping peacefully and I thanked God that I have a good traveling child. Then I wondered if when the time came how I would feel if it were my daughters wedding we were preparing for.. quickly shaking that thought from my mind (because i have at least 18 years before I have to worry about that!) Pondering farther I tried to figure out how we got here, to this place in time where my brother and I are parents and married. How did my cousins grow up so fast? Ones about to be a father and the other is getting married.  It astounds me that time has flown by in the blink of an eye.

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A single shutter click and bam with the blinding light in your eye you’re not a little child anymore.  You’re stumbling around in this crazy, sometimes fucked up, world trying to figure out what the hell is the right thing to do. I look back to freshman year of high school and see this puffy haired goofy grinned little kid who thought she knew everything. Some how along the way I graduated high school, started college, fell in love, got lost a little bit with who I wanted to be, and now I’m here. A mother whose married and sometimes a little bit confused on whether or not she’s doing the right things or headed in the right direction.  I wondered if my mother ever tried to figure out when she became an adult or how she ended up with two full grown children of her own.

Here’s some things that I do know.  I have an amazing husband that I met through a really close friend.  I have a beautiful 9 month old daughter who drives me insane with love every second of every day.  I have two nephews and one niece whom I’ve watched grow in to little people it seems almost over night.  My mother is still one of my best friends and I thank God every day for her.  I have a best friend that Ive known since freshman year she has beautiful twin girls.  She is my wifey, fo lifey (lol).  I also have another really close friend who introduced me to my husband who has been like the bigger sister I never had.  These people are my family, the people I mentioned before are also my family and together we can achieve anything.  Because some how I turned around and my life that I had been waiting to start had already started when I wasn’t paying attention.

Now we’re all grown up.

RSV and My Family

Probably the worst thing you can hear over the phone as a parent is, “Im taking her to the hospital.” Especially when you’re about an hour away in school.

The words, “She stopped breathing for a minute,” and, “She now has labored breathing,” kept repeating in my mind.  Like a broken record singing the same old tune over and over while I tried to fill out an early release form for school.  Putting up all of my belongings was like a train wreck.  Medication no longer fixed the jittery hands and anxiety that began itching throughout my entire body.

Clocking out and basically running to the car I called my husband (for the second time in all the mayhem) to see where he was at. Today was a pretty important day for the both of us.

Side Note: Earlier that day my husband had been at his first day of work (a much welcomed occasion) and I had started the first day of Salon Concepts (the halfway point of my cosmetology program).

We were both returning from the Houston area, but at the speed of light.  My husband made it to the ER first (approx. 5 minutes before me).  I pulled in to the parking lot to see his car and my mothers truck.  Walking inside my heart pounded like it was going to burst up out of my chest cavity into my throat. I took a deep breath and waited at the ER window for the idiot behind the desk to answer the plea on my face.

“Can I help you,” he asked?  “I’m Freyah’s mother, she was brought in for breathing issues,” I replied. “Room 10.”

Thats all I needed to know, after hearing those words I took off towards the double doors. My family wasn’t ignorant to this hospital.  We had been here many times over the years, from my brother almost poking his eye out with needle nose pliers (by freak accident of course) to my mother scaring the crap out of me and having a seizure (which was completely unexplained). Nephews having sicknesses or accidents, I myself had been in ICU here just when I was 19 for bleeding out after having my adenoids removed.  Family and friends children had been born in this hospital.  My daughter had been born here. I prayed that she was okay and left the aide in the office in my dust as I sped through the ER desperately looking for the ominous “Room 10.”

I heard my husband voice coddle our sweet daughters whines as I turned the corner and my mother explaining that they had just given her a nebulizer treatment.  I entered the door and instantly Freyah smiled at me then stretched out her arms for me. Embracing her fully she wriggled her fingers through my curls and I let out a sigh of relief.  Knowing that she was breathing better than before with less wheeze than I had heard earlier that day.  I looked at my mom and thanked her repeatedly.

They came in and got chest x-rays, but they came back clear so at least she didn’t have pneumonia or bronchitis. Then the doctor came in, “Well she tested positive for RSV.”  I didn’t even know what RSV is.  I just said, “okay so what do we do?”  She wrote us prescriptions gave us tylenol (rolls eyes I have that at home), and told us to suction out her nose with saline (not to mention she prescribed ADULT NOSE SPRAY) We left and then began one of the longest nights of my life.

Tears and wheezing, followed by fever and not eating. What could I do? The doctor said there was no cure for this RSV. So I did what every mom does now days.  I went to the internet.  I learned that RSV stands for Respiratory syncytial (sin-SISH-uhl) virus.  It is a common seasonal virus that causes mild to moderate cold-like symptoms in healthy, full term babies.  Nearly all children catch this at some point by the age of two. (You can read more here embracing beauty blog) I learned that I should contact my regular pediatrician if I notice any of the following blueing lips or fingernails, wheezing, or fever. So I called her pediatrician the next morning, but couldn’t get her in until Wednesday.

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At that appointment she received another nebulizer treatment and they sent us home with a puppy nebulizer and lots of refills of medication.  Ever since she’s been getting better.  However did you know that adults can catch RSV as well? RSV usually causes mild cold-like signs and symptoms including but not limited to congestion or runny nose.


All in all, as a family, we are doing much better. Husband and I still have a runny nose, but we are not contagious! Yay 😀 and Freyah has been over 48 hours now without medication or fever!  So back to school for the both of us.. and no more driving like an idiot on the highway.. for a while at least.  The only other update today is that yesterday around 4:30 pm Bitty Boo started getting really cranky and I felt inside her mouth and she has a tooth! Well.. not a whole tooth but the start of one and thats all that matters!

I seriously thought I was going to have a toothless child for a while haha! Thanks for reading!!