Friday, February 20, 2009

Carson's Big Day

The day Carson arrived was not the happiest day for me. I carried Carson full term. I had had light contractions for 5 weeks. The doctor decided to induce me one day after my due date. I arrived at the hospital at 6:30 in the morning of April 16th. I was given an epidural and potosim. Finally around noon, they broke my water. Around 6 they told me it was time to push. My sister was video taping the special event and Scotty was at my side. He was only there for a short time because he got very sick and had to leave the room. (and he passed out 2 times after he left) So my sister was left alone. I pushed for 2 solid hours and Carson was coming very slowly. The doctor even brought in a mirror, so I could see the progress that I was making. (didn't help) Finally, I made up my mind that this baby was coming out. I kept quoting Philippians 4:13 to the nurses. At 8:00 Carson was born. I was so tired that I was barely aware of what was going on around me. But I remember that I kept asking "Why is he not crying?" I remember that he was a kind of gray color. The nurses were slapping him on the bottom of his feet but he still didn't cry. They laid Carson on my chest for a minute and then they took him away. Later the doctor came in to explain what was going on but I was so tired that I couldn't understand was he was saying. My friend Lee was there. She prayed for Carson. I had peace after that. After a while, they told me that Carson was not breathing correctly. He had a bubble between his lungs and his breastbone. He has to stay under a oxygen hood all night. The next morning the bubble had disappeared (Praise God!)

Thursday, February 19, 2009


Scotty and I met when we were very young, but we did not get to know each other until years later. I am two years older than Scotty. He was in the ninth grade, and I was in the eleventh grade. I did not have a date to the prom, so I decided to invite him. (He had come into the store a couple of times. I knew he had broken up with his girlfriend.) When I asked him, he said that he would have to ask him mom. When prom arrived, I had to drive us because Scotty had just turned 15. We drove my sister's purple car to prom. We only stayed an hour or so because my hair fell down. (that was my excuse to leave) Little did I know that I would take him to my senior prom the next year and go with him to his junior and senior prom also.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Growing up on the farm (Teresa)

I grew up on a 2,000 acre farm in Southeast Madison County. I lived 16 miles from town. Our nearest neighbor was my uncle. My mom and dad raised chickens and beef cattle. Lisa and I had to work some on the farm. I thought I had to work a lot until I met Scotty, and I learned what real work was. My main job was to help mom around the house. When the chickens were little, I had to help my parents feed chickens by hand (which means a scoop and a wheelbarrow). We also had to water the chickens with a bucket. We also would pick up the dead chickens in the morning. Other than working in the chicken house, we had other jobs, such as bottle feeding calves, helping clean the house, mowing the lawn, or picking up rocks. I loved living on a farm. I loved being outside with my dad. I was his shadow. I love to go with him and check the cows and feed the turkeys.

Getting Started

I have been wanting to create a blog for a long time. I am wanting to keep track of our history, but I am not good at writing things down. Here I go.