Saturday, April 14, 2012

Support Our Military

Most of you know that I am not just a baby lost momma but I am also a military wife. My husband is a pilot in the Marine Corps currently stationed at Camp Pendleton, CA but we are soon to be on our way to North Carolina this summer.

Leaving San Diego will be hard. Not only is San Diego a very nice place to live, but I was raised in Southern California so it is home to me. I have never lived anywhere else for more than a few months.

But as the mother of two boys and a dog-all three full of energy- I look forward to a bigger yard and the prospect of a garden. The sticky summers won't be ideal but I welcome everything that will be different with a sense of adventure. Sure, I have to leave some things behind but I know I will gain others in their place.

Such is the life of a this military wife.

Supporting our troops is very important to me, and not just because my husband it one. I see first hand how our military makes untold sacrifices on our behalf and so do their families. They do it willingly and without complaint, but I know from experience it does take a physical and emotional toll.

That is why my company Teamotions has created three new teas that specifically address the emotional needs of our military and their families. If you are not familiar with my company Teamotions we specialize in teas blended with adaptogens- herbs that help the body cope with stress, boost immunity, and foster emotional well-being. We are the first and only line of emotional well-being teas on the market.

These three new teas not only support our military emotionally, but $1 of each tin sold goes directly to support the Semper Fi Fund-a non-profit organization dedicated to the healing and rehabilitation of wounded service members and their families.

BUT...we cannot get these teas into the hands of our military and their families or support the Semper Fi Fund until we PRE-SALE 600 tins (total, not of each). WE MUST REACH THIS GOAL BY APRIL 30th!


Watch the video below and learn how you can help us help our military and support the Semper Fi Fund NOW. And please, don't just watch it, SHARE IT with everyone you know. It is also on our Teamotions youtube page and our Teamotions facebook page.

I tried to upload the video here but it would not let me so here is the link:

For more information go to And don't forget to tweet, facebook, email, yell, call, text, or write EVERYONE you know about our goal of 600 pre-orders by April 30th so they can do their part too! The more who know the more likely we are to meet our goal. It only takes on click to say thank you and support our military and their families.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Broken Arm

Dustin broke his arm.

Three weeks ago, on my birthday actually, March 13th, he jumped off my sister's couch and BLAMO! He broke his humerus at the base of the elbow completely through.

There is nothing worse than seeing your child in pain. I literally get sick to my stomach watching my child cry and squirm in real pain-pain I can't do anything about.

The truth is Dustin's broken arm scared me half to death. When it happened I didn't know what in the world was going on. I knew my son was in agony. I knew that it was serious. I knew he needed my help. But I never felt more helpless...

Well, actually, I have felt more helpless. Seeing my son in pain reminded me of how helpless I really am. When my girls were in their incubators I just stood looking in at their tiny, sick little bodies completely powerless to do anything to help them. We had the best doctors and we live in the most medically advanced country in the world. I prayed morning, noon, and night. I cried and I begged. But at the end of it all it was never up to me, it was never in my control, and I had to let them go.

When Dustin broke his arm I had that moment of dread, that second of please God don't take another one. THE FEAR. You know what I am talking about. Once I realized he was just in a lot of pain but he wasn't going to die I calmed down a bit. But the thought has not left me-what would I do if I lost another child?

The truth is I don't know.

And I don't want to know.

Sitting in the ER with Dustin was heartbreaking. The ER is always a hurry up and wait scenario. It wan't a busy night and we were not umpteenth in in line, but nonetheless it seemed like forever until Dustin received medicine for his pain.

While we waited he kept telling me with tears in his eyes, "I wish I NEVER jumped off the couch Mom, I really wish I never did it." My heart ached as I watched my little guy fight his tears and feel the crushing pain of regret for the first time in his life. I would have given anything to rewind time or take the pain away because I know he didn't intend to break his arm, but the only thing I could do was be there for him as he endured it. I hurt for him and I hurt with him. But ultimately the pain was his to bare.

Finally the nurse came in with some pain medicine and within ten minutes Dustin fell asleep. He stayed asleep through x-rays and I watched him on the table finally at peace. I worried it would be temporary but I was glad for it how ever long it lasted. I paced and prayed and took a lot of deep breaths all the time telling God thank you that it was just a broken arm.

After loosing children a broken arm feels like a gift. And what felt to Dustin like the worst thing imaginable was to me simply a side effect of being a boy. I knew he'd recover. I knew he'd be ok. And I knew it probably wouldn't be the last time in the emergency room.

To make a long story short Dustin spent three days in a splint until he was able to get surgery on his arm. Two pins were needed to reset his bone and he was put into a cast that comes off tomorrow. The day he broke his arm was rough as were the few days following his surgery, but overall he seems un-phased.

I think I have been more effected by his broken arm than he was. I doubt he has lost sleep thinking about how God works through all things-even broken arms- for our good and His glory or has wrestled with the fear and mistrust residue still present since Aubrey and Ellie's deaths. He has not had to face his limitations as a mother yet again nor struggle with trusting God to be limitless where I am not.

A broken arm is tough for a kid, but I think being the mother of a kid with a broken arm is tougher.

How must it be for God being the Father of all of us?

I often forget that just because I am a mom does not mean I have stopped being a child of God. Just like Dustin's pain is my pain, my pain is His pain-God hurts when I hurt. The difference is God can actually do something about the pain. He can impart his grace and mercy on our lives and make us whole. Where we are powerless he is powerful. And his will is always perfect.

Dustin's arm is healing, the memory of the pain is fading, and I am recovering from being scared half to death by something that turned out not to be life threatening. I am letting God deal with my hypersensitivity and in the meantime I am enjoying getting one armed hugs from my blue-casted 6 year old who has already forgotten just how disastrous jumping off a couch can be.

I guess that is what moms are for...
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