Trials in life...

There have been so many things going on here. I'll try to catch up with this entry. After all I hope I can print all of it at the end of the year. It's fun to see how things have been progressing, and to look back, especially during the trials and our thoughts in each of those times and how Heavenly Father has helped us to overcome each one of them.

A month ago I went and visited my sister Dina. She just had her third baby. Hanna was super happy looking at him until I held him. In that moment she looked at me, disapproving the situation. Her eyes looked like I was betraying her and then when I gave the baby back she ran to me making sure that everybody knew she was my baby. I held her and she kept kissing me and telling me, "MOMMY, BEBE!" pointing at my little nephew. She is indeed my spoiled little baby and I love it.

The following weekend I went back to visit her, since her oldest son was turning 2 years old. I really didn't want to go, but my other sister was there so I didn't want to be the party pooper. I packed the kids in our minivan and took off to Austin to visit them. The party went well until my other sister Monica

, my little sister's sister-in-law Myra, and myself kept telling Dina that the baby didn't look fine. He was breathing funny and had a yellowish color in his skin. She and her husband took the baby to the clinic. Later on that day they called and asked me if it would be okay for them to stay in our house in San Antonio since the baby needed an operation right away. We packed up all the kids and came back to Austin. My older sister stayed with me to take care of the kids so my other sister and her husband could stay at the hospital day and night. Unfortunately, my sister and her daughter needed to go back home. I was flying solo taking care of one 5 yrs old, two 3 year olds, one 2 year old, and my 17 months old baby. After that my cousin from Monterrey called me and told me her husband was transfered here for a year to work in San Antonio and needed to see If I could help her settle in. The experience was quite interesting. I do believe that I kept my sanity due to Heavenly Father's help.

People who know me know that I'm not a crier. The day that my nephew was operated on I was super sad, worried, and with tears during the day. That really impacted Ian. I wasn't even punishing him, but he thought I was really mad at him. He got sad and told Glenn that I was mad at him. Then Glenn explained to him that I was just worried about baby Hyrum. Ian told Glenn that I shouldn't be worried because Jesus was taking care of him. Glenn went upstairs where I was trying to do some cleaning and told me about this. I hugged Ian and told him I loved him and that he was right. Isn't it interesting how our little kids can help us so easily to remember to have faith in these kind of situations?

I was impressed with my baby sister's steadfastness. She was and is so faithful knowing that whatever happened it was going to be for the best. It made my admiration for her grow stronger.

They only came home to shower, eat, and lay down their kids. The days went fast and in no longer than 3 weeks baby Hyrum was back to his home with her mommy, daddy and siblings. Unfortunately, a week later he was in the hospital again for some "blood infection" then the doctor realized they made a mistake. He stayed another 2 weeks at the hospital (this time in Austin). He is back to his house again but needs to use oxygen and eat through a tube.

( A few days later) More miracles in our family: My sister called me this morning asking if she could come for a visit. We all were and still super happy that baby Hyrum is no longer requiring a tube for eating. He's still on a little oxygen and hopefully the doctor will remove it this week.

Anyway I have so many things to post. Most of them are good things, but I really need to post something that I think is important for people to know, especially my kids. I guess it will be in another blog. I'm about to cuddle with my honey.