I’m Going to Make Like a Cupcake, and Rise Up.

For the last year, I have gone back and forth about the idea of writing “real talk” posts about motherhood, family, and life in general.  My hesitation all along has been that people don’t care about what is going on in my world… People read blogs to gain something for themselves.  That sounds harsh, but I get it.  I really love dishing up fun recipes and dreamy dessert photos for my sweet readers.  With that said, I am asking for your forgiveness today, because while you don’t “need” to hear about me, I really need all of you.  I feel a little scared and very alone today, and I hope you don’t mind me getting this moment off of my chest.

So here we go.  This is my first personal post.

Over the weekend, my husband Chris collapsed in the bathroom in the middle of the night due to a condition that he has had his entire life.  After I shook him until he regained consciousness, I called the paramedics (despite his objection) and subsequently reached out to his doctor.  Yesterday, he went to see his specialist for a quick check-up due to the event over the weekend, and planned on coming home soon after.

Well, that wasn’t exactly how things shook out.  Instead, I got a call from my husband yesterday saying that they were admitting him to the hospital and performing surgery on him the next day, (today).  The surgery is straight forward, and the doctor is incredible, but it’s surgery nonetheless.  He was scared, but brave as hell, and I was scared, and emotional as hell.

So here I am sitting in the OR waiting room, while my husband is in surgery.  I am alone.  I am holding back tears, but I am also strong.  This really isn’t a time to cry.  This is a time to do as Chris’ favorite team does (God love them, it’s the Atlanta Falcons) and RISE UP.

I have to put my big girl panties on, adjust my proverbial ponytail, put my trust in the Lord, and rise up like my grandmother’s pound cake.  In this moment, and in many difficult moments in my life, I find that while all I want to do is fall, (and it’s okay to fall sometimes) I have to try my best to come at the situation from a place of unbridled strength.  After all, what good is a fallen pound cake?  Ew.

So today, would you please lift our family up in your prayers?  Or if you don’t pray, that’s cool, would you just think of us?  I don’t care if meditate to special crystals, bliss out in a drum circle, or light special candles and dance around in the woods, just think of us.  It would mean the world, you guys.

In the meantime, I will here in my big girl panties doing the best I know how.  It isn’t easy to rise up and attempt to stay strong, but falling isn’t an alternative that I am willing to agree to.

We will post an update below, tomorrow.  Thank you so much for letting me post a little something personal.  Just getting it all out to my sweet little tribe really helps so much.

UPDATE:

I am so happy and grateful to report that my husband had a perfectly smooth surgery, yesterday. The surgeon said that things went well due to Chris’ healthy body and lifestyle. Stud!

Speaking of stud, apparently some ladies really have a thing for hot guys in a gown. The googly eyes have been in full effect here on the cardiac floor of the hospital! I can’t blame them, he’s pretty cute.

Reflecting on yesterday, I think it’s safe to say that worrying too much would have done nothing for us. Instead pulling it together and trying to face this situation from a place of strength was the HARDEST but best way to go.  So my friends, when life gets crummy…. Make like a cupcake and RISE UP!

Love y’all!  -E.

 

 

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