When it rains it pours

Two weeks ago I had the most magnificent experience of my life. My baby boy was born, and it was absolutely wonderful. I will forever be thankful for my experience, but the following weeks have not been as wonderful.  If you follow me on IG you know what’s been going on with me this week. It all started with 102 degree fever and some serious pain. I ended up in the Er the night before Hazels birthday. Turns out I have a terrible kidney infection. I have been in so much pain and barely able to keep up and function taking care of the kids. I have been seriously killing myself but doing the best I can. I was having chills and such bad fevers (up to 104) that I would wake up in pools of sweat when they finally broke. It’s been hell. We had to cancel our plans for Hazels birthday and I felt like such a failure. Then just to top it off on my way to my doctors appointment yesterday my care broke down on the side of the road with both kids in it... yep. That wasn’t the final straw though...I finally broke down this morning when the auto shop called me and told me our engine was done. He told us our options were to replace the engine, which they don’t do there so I need to pay to have my car towed out of the shop or buy a new car. What do you even do in that moment? I laughed. He probably thought I was crazy, but it was just the cherry on top of a hard week. I laughed like a crazy lady. Here I am with a toddler who has entered the full blown two space at full force, a newborn who just wants to be held all day, a kidney infection I think may actually be the death of me, and here goes my only mode of transportation to boot. Yep. All I could do was laugh and then cry and call my mom. Because man. This sucks. We aren’t a family with a lot of money, my husband works his butt off as a security guard and We live paycheck to paycheck. We are happy because we don’t need a lot to be happy, but we DO need a car. So I prayed and I cried some more and I took some suggestions and made a GoFundMe and tried to tell myself that it’s okay to ask for help because there’s only so much stuff you can pawn and sell. Trust me I’ve done it. I am not good at asking for help and it’s hard because I want to be able to do everything and be everything and never let anyone down. I can’t though and I need to learn that. So here I am.


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