When dad had his brain tumor removed one of the things that it damaged was the part of your brain that helps you decide what is important and what is "nice". It was a hard thing to deal with for the year he lived after surgery. I wasn't around much, but I dare say that it often led to much extra stress. Karl had joined the military and we were in Monterey, CA for his Chinese training. I was pregnant with our second, Haylee. Mom and Dad came out for the birth of Haylee the end of July. She was due July 24th, which is about when they arrived. Dad loved Monterey. He loved to eat there and drive around on the beautiful coast. We spent a lot of time on the warf when dad came to visit. Waiting wasn't too big of a deal until Dad decided that he NEEDED to go home. So I talked to my Doctor. He was a good and understanding man. He generally pushed not being induced, but understood our condition. We scheduled the induction which was a mess, but when they finally got me in everything went smoothly. I was happy to have my dad there for the first few days of my sweet baby girl. He cuddled her and kissed her, but he was happy to go home. He had yearbook stuff he NEEDED to get done.
My mom and dad had driven out and Dad couldn't wait to get home so they bought him a plane ticket and flew him home. Of coarse mom didn't want to drive home alone so she convinced my aunt Sue and Grandma Alta Munns to fly out and drive home with her. Flying was something that Grandma had never done. I was thrilled to have her there to see my new baby. Something I never got to share with her with any of my others. That is the only time she had been on an airplane and she swore from the time her feet hit the ground that she would NEVER DO IT AGAIN! I was grateful she had on this one occasion.
Haylee's blessing was similar. We moved just a month after she was born to San Angelo, Texas. There we stayed with an older lady name Mary Lou Roberts. She had a little one bedroom apartment attached her carport. We got to be good friends with Mary Lou. Casron loved her and would stand at the screen door watching for her. It was a fun relationship we had with her. This was a great thing because Dad did his best to finish off his time as a school teacher. It was a high priority of his and the only time he had off to come down to Haylee's baby blessing was a long weekend in October. That weekend just happened to be stake conference. So we talked to the Bishop and the got special permission to have the blessing at home. Our little one bedroom apt was much too small for mare that about 5 people. So we asked Mary Lou if we could use her house. She was happy to let us use her place. She excitily shared with us that before there were enough members of the church there in San Angelo that her home was their meeting place so had been dedicated as a place of worship. It was a neat experience. Again I was happy to have my dad there for those special moments. He didn't feel very good that weekend, but her was there! It also gave some good friends of ours that lived down in San Antonio, Bruce and Maurie Pomaroy, a chance to see him before he passed away.
Meg
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