Is September A Summer Month?

If you’ve read any of my other posts you know that our plan A since the kids got too big to ride in a stroller for our races is to have my husband’s parents watch them. Plan B is to have my husband’s sister to watch them and then plan C is to pay the girl down the street to watch them. Well somehow we skipped all that and ventured upon a whole new plan.

My husband’s parents went out-of-town to my Father-in-law’s high school reunion. My sister-in-law agreed to watch the kiddos several months out from the zoo run. We knew that far in advance. As we got closer to September I wanted to confirm with her one day when her family was visiting our house. They totally forgot and made plans to be out-of-town, but her husband’s parents were going to watch her kids. They thought his parents wouldn’t mind watching our kids for an hour or two. Sure enough they were okay with it.

My kids are twins (I mean I’m Goofy For Twins after all) and they were born early which happens a lot with twins. We usually have a family day at the zoo when we do the run, but this year things went a little different. Overland Park Regional has a NICU reunion every year. This year they planned it the same day as the zoo run. At least it didn’t conflict with run. They were a different times during the day. The zoo never does anything special inside for the kids or the run or anything. So we decided to do the run, check out the after party in the parking lot real quick, and then leave to take the kids to the reunion. We haven’t missed a NICU reunion yet.

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Our shirt and medal this year

I looked at the weather forecast and holy hot jalapenos! We had some weeks that were  in the seventies this September but all week before the race was going to be the upper eighties and the day of the race was going to be eighty-nine. Why? I mean really. Why can’t it be a nice seventy degrees for the race and NICU reunion?

I got up early that morning and tried to wake up Hubby. The plan was to let the kids sleep until the last minute and take them to my sister-in-law’s with a change of clothes and breakfast. I tried to wake Hubby since he told me to get him up a little after I was awake. I figured fifteen minutes was enough time. He acted like he was going to get up so I went back to the bathroom. Five minutes later he still wasn’t awake. I tried to wake him again on my way downstairs to get something quick for breakfast. He said he didn’t want to get up until 6:30 am. I shrugged and went on down to the kitchen. I wasn’t down there but a few minutes when he whispered from the top of the stairs. Work had called him and needed him to come in for a bit. He asked if I could get the kids to his sister’s house by myself. I surprisingly didn’t say anything sarcastic because I’m usually alone with them during the week. I just said yes.

It was actually kind of nice to NOT have to be the one pushing my husband out the door. He got ready all on his own without any nagging from me. So nice! Then it was time for me to get the kids up and out the door. I spent ten minutes trying to get them up when I decided to just carry them one at a time into the car. Sissy was a little easier not only because she is lighter but she was more cooperative then her brother. He was tired and did not want to go. I had already warned him that his cousin’s grandparents were going to watch them. He had all the knowledge before he went to bed. There were no surprises. He was just tired.

I left the house a little later than I wanted, but I thought that was all okay because the last two years we got there so early we just stood around for what seemed forever for the start. I got them to their aunt’s house okay. I got them in the house and breakfast in front of them. The kids have been around their aunt’s in-laws because they have had several Thanksgivings with us. Our brother-in-law is an only child.

I’m only familiar with the roads between my sister-in-law’s house and our house. The other roads I do not know well. She lives kind of close to the Plaza. So I used my GPS to try to get to the zoo. At first I thought it was taking me some crazy way, but then I recognized 63rd Street. We usually enter the zoo from the other end of it. I wished I was coming from that direction today because my side was barely moving. Nobody was letting us in the line to the zoo. Even though the other side had to cross traffic to get to the zoo, once they were over, they had the right of way and we had to yield. The only time our line moved was when there was traffic from the lane on the other side of us which didn’t happen often. There was a police officer at the intersection but he did not seem too concerned with letting any of us from the side I was on into the street. I spent fifteen minutes or more in traffic. I guess that is reason enough to get there early and just stand around the starting line.

I was on the phone with Hubby while I waited in traffic. He left work to meet me. I had his arm band for his phone. He complained about the traffic as well but he realized he was driving on a road near the start. So he did like a lot of people did and parked along that road. I finally got parked and walked to the starting line. I had a hard time finding him because he wasn’t being real descriptive about where he was standing. I finally spotted him, but I had to stop for the National Anthem. I got him his arm band and we started together just fine.

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After run party

The run itself was okay. It was hot and muggy. I took off too fast. They did not have any water stops until after the second mile. I did see one of the cheetahs up close. It was lounging on a rock. They do not do that often or at least they don’t during the times we have visited the zoo. One of the runners actually stopped to watch it.

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Kudos to the dancing doughnuts. It was hot!

As I got closer to the finish I recognized some runners from last year that finished with me. My time was okay. It was 42:24. We grabbed some waters to cool off for a bit. We got our Sweet 16 prizes which were hats and beanies. I had asked the gentleman at packet pick-up if we were okay with our make-up runs. He was the same person I had emailed. He said we were fine. Speaking of packet pick-up, I wish we could have more races with the packet pick-up at the Overland Park Gary Gribbles. It is so much easier for me, but of course that is probably just me.

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Star Wars characters at the NICU reunion

We looked around the after party in the parking lot a bit before heading out to get the kids. I was disappointed that Shatto Milk wasn’t there this year. I didn’t see any chocolate milk at all. I didn’t get anything except water. I just wasn’t impressed. The band was playing some fun songs. They even had some people dressed as doughnuts out dancing. It was super cute.

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More Star Wars

I got the kids. They had a great time with cousins. We went home and got cleaned up since we got the gas back on our water heater. The NICU reunion didn’t start until one in the afternoon. So I figured if they had any food it would be snacks and dessert and I was right. We grabbed some quick food at nearby McDonald’s. I mean three dollar happy meals and one dollar McDouble for the Royals double play is pretty good deal. That is when McDonald’s doesn’t forget about the double play deal.

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Wonder Woman and the top of my daughter’s head. I’m still not comfortable putting their pictures out here.

The theme for the NICU reunion was superheros. They had characters, inflatables, face painting, snacks/desserts, and balloon artists. Sissy got her face painted like Wonder Woman and Bubby was Spiderman. She got a butterfly shaped balloon and Bubby got a Spiderman balloon. We did everything and stayed almost the whole four hours.

It felt soooo good to be home and in the air conditioning when it was all said and done. It was a long, hot, and fun day.

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Make-Up Time

I did my make-up run for the CCVI Trolley Run the beginning of August. I did it without Hubby and without really thinking that I would even do four miles at all that day. My original plan was to set aside a weekend for both my husband and I to run. I was worried my husband wouldn’t do it at all unless I do it with him. Then he had a horrible bicycle accident.

We haven’t had a great year. It has been kind of rough. First my husband’s cousin went into coma and then my father died. Fortunately my husband’s cousin has recovered wonderfully. Then a little over a month later we were at a Royals game headed to the outfield with our kids. Bubby and Sissy raced away from us to the stairs from the top-level. The stairs are concrete and they zig zag down at least three flights. Hubby went past Bubby and caught up to Sissy to hold her hand. I was in the process of catching up to Bubby when I saw him flying head first down one set of the stairs! They had both stopped racing when we told them to be careful and not run on the stairs. I’m not sure how he ended up falling.

Talk about a parent’s nightmare! I won’t go into all the emotions I went through, but just know I was happy he was alive and crying by the time I reached him. I wanted to just hold him and console him. I didn’t even see the HUGE knot on his head. My husband did and rushed us to First Aid at the stadium. We spent four innings in there waiting for the doctor to check him. Hubby held the ice on his head while I read him and his sister some small books I always carry in our backpack. It really helped calm him. The doctor finally came and checked Bubby. The doctor felt like Bubby would be okay since he never lost consciousness. He had a scrape on his chin, his neck and his knee. That was it other than the knot that looked SOOOO much better after the ice. He was up for playing mini golf in the outfield and grabbing some food before we went back to our seats to see the fireworks.

I got some emails weeks earlier from my husband’s Garmin that goes on his bike. He made me his emergency contact. Bubby’s scrapes were barely healed and it had been less than a week since his tumble when I got a text from Garmin that Hubby was in an “incident.” I was on the phone immediately. I knew he had his cordless headset on when he rides. So if everything was good he could still answer his phone to talk to me real quick. He answered, but all was not well. He told me he was okay for the most part but that he would call me back later.

He called me back from the emergency room and told me to call his parents to watch the kids and grab him some extra clothes. My mother-in-law and father-in-law came over to watch the kids while I went to get Hubby at the emergency room. My father-in-law went with me in case Hubby had a hard time walking. It was a good thing too. Hubby looked terrible. He had road rash all over him. His shoulder looked like someone slapped a piece of raw meat on it. His helmet was broken and it looked like it left bruises on his bald head. He ended up with broken ribs and no head injury. We didn’t leave until almost midnight. We had to go to an all night pharmacy a little ways out of our way. Hubby had no food or water even though he had been cycling pretty hard and probably needed some water. The hospital didn’t want him consuming anything in case they needed to do surgery. We stopped and got him a hamburger and brought it home. He was so tired and in pain. His parents left after we got him settled in the recliner to sleep. He said laying down straight hurt too bad and he could not sleep in our bed.

I took the kids to vacation bible school the next morning. When I came back home my husband showed me a comment on his cycling group page made by the sister of lady that was involved in Hubby’s wreck. See Hubby and the rest of his group were probably going about twenty-five mph down a hill when Hubby’s bike chain slipped. He went down and two ladies right behind him could not stop or swerve. They ended up running him over (probably how he got his broken ribs) and got injuries of their own. One lady mostly just had road rash and some swelling. The other lady got a bad gash around her eyebrow from her sunglasses. The lady with the cut got stitches which were done by the ER doctor. She somehow got an appointment and already had a plastic surgeon fix them that morning. Her sister posted a picture of the results and then made a snarky comment about how my husband caused the wreck and had not reached to those injured.

Now if you know ANYTHING about cycling you know that when you ride in a group and a wreck happens it is very possible more than one person is going down. A lot of times these wrecks happen to no fault of the riders. That is if they are not doing something stupid like turning in front of someone without signalling. I mean I don’t ride and I know this. Also this was barely within twelve hours of the incident. Hubby made a comment to the lady with the head injury in the same thread BEFORE her picture was posted. The lady with the cut asked how he was doing. He replied he was okay but that he was sorry his accident caused her and the other lady to go down as well. I guess her sister didn’t see that! I guess a comment in Facebook first thing in the morning after Hubby had been in the hospital most of the night and on pain killers just wasn’t good enough for the “protective sister.” Can you tell this woman is NOT on my good side?

Anyway a lot of my husband’s cycling buddies are definitely setting up their emergency contacts on their Garmin. Come to find out I called Hubby before he could even make it off the pavement. A friend picked up Hubby’s phone for him as he was getting off the ground and told him his wife was calling. I looked back at the text and emails Garmin sent me that night. Garmin even gave me his coordinates.

So this all leads up to why I decided to turn in my run and let Hubby heal and decide when he is ready to do his make-up run. I usually run three times a week in different areas. I am totally addicted to Jeff Galloway’s training plan. I still kind of follow it. So if we do another Disney race, I have no problem jumping back into things. I ended up doing a really good run one morning. I usually only get in a little over three and half miles, but this particular morning I got in four miles. I did about a ten minute mile which is really good for me. I talked it over with Hubby and he said to go ahead and submit it.

If Hubby ends up needing someone to run with him, I will run with him. That is probably how it will happen. He is not much of a solo runner. He’ll have to do it soon though.

So nothing exciting happened on my run thankfully. We’ve just had a very rough summer so far. This post is already a bit long and the run of not so good things didn’t really stop there. Seriously I mean I sometimes feel like we are living a bad country music song. My Dad would have totally appreciated that joke.

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In Spirit

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This is where I would normally write about the CCVI Trolley Run, but we missed it this year. I had planned on visiting my father on May 6th, but he did not last that long. I had a very distressing phone conversation with my father the Thursday before the race. He had just been transferred from the DeWitt Hospital to the Arkansas Heart Hospital in Little Rock.

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We decided to skip the race and a few other things going on that weekend to rush and see my Dad. We rearranged a few things including this race. The Sweet 16 Series Challenge allows virtual runs. I emailed and asked if we could in fact do the CCVI Trolley Run virtual. The nice people running the series agreed. With everything in place we packed the kids and got ready to head to Little Rock, Arkansas.

My father wasn’t the only one having a medical emergency. My husband’s cousin went into a diabetic coma. His aunt flew in from Florida and came to our house with my in-laws to eat a family dinner together before my in-laws drove her to Batesville, Arkansas to be with her daughter and the rest of the family. We were getting it from both sides.

By the time we made our trip on Friday, Hubby’s cousin was awake and doing a bit better. My in-laws decided to meet us in Little Rock to help with the kiddos since they were already in Arkansas. It was a tough call bringing the children. Some say they shouldn’t remember their grandfather in the hospital like that, but at the same time it might be the last time he would get to see them. I chose to verbally prepare my kids for what they might see and let my Dad see them. If you remember my husband had pneumonia last Fall. So the kiddos were somewhat familiar with hospitals.

We got in late Friday night almost Saturday morning. I’m not sure I want to take you along on the roller coaster ride that was our weekend. Let me just say I got tired of hearing how things either couldn’t be done or certain doctors or personnel was not available because it was the weekend. I’ve had a C-section with the twins years ago and my husband was admitted on a Saturday with his pneumonia. It was all at the Overland Park Regional hospital. So I’m not sure what level they are or how it compares to Arkansas Heart Hospital but we definitely like the care better at Overland Park Regional. I mean I do not recall anybody saying we had to wait or couldn’t do something or talk to someone simply because it was the weekend.

Like I said it was an emotional roller coaster. My Dad hung on long enough to see me, my Mom, and my sister all together. The funeral for my father was the following weekend.

It is always nice to be together with family. One would just wish it was a happier occasion. We got a picture of my sister, brother, and all the cousins. We figured the last time we were all in a picture together I was about one years old. Crazy!

When we were at the hospital we actually asked to speak to someone about the care my father received over the weekend. We spoke to a nice lady that gave us a card with an email address on it. I do rough drafts of just about everything, let it sit, edit it a few times and then send the final draft. It was a week or so before I sent the email. It was three pages when I printed it off later. I copied my family just so they would know.

A few days after that I got a response. I did not include my phone number and they wanted to talk to me. I gave them my number and they contacted me after Memorial day weekend. I was told that because of my letter some changes were going to take place. That made me feel good. I really don’t want any other family to go through what we did.

As of the last editing of this post, June, we have not done our virtual run yet. I’ll let you know how that goes. June itself is going to be another roller coaster. My husband and I have a wedding anniversary, my Dad’s birthday, the kids have a birthday, and then of course Father’s Day. I’m just going to take deep breath and take it one day at a time.

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