It was a pretty big deal for us to be able to be home with the kids for New Years seeing we were not home for Christmas.

I was very brief on my last posting because my head was doing jumping jacks!

That whole time sitting watching over him not knowing if he was going to make it, and I only cried 1 time on a 1 hr. break in the I.C.U. and it was to someone I never call "Which is weird" but I'm glad Angie was there for me. 

After that I held it all in again. I didn't have time to be upset, and my mind was refusing to believe that he would die. I just kept saying God sent us there in enough time that he didn't die..There for he just couldn't die.

I actually felt as if I was stuck in that movie "Freaky Friday" It felt like a bad dream that I wasn't waking from.

There were so many unknown people from Akron Baptist Church that made xmas happen for my kids and prayed for us even though they never met me or my husband. I'm very Thankful to them <3

And the kids were pretty Amazing...They brang a small white christmas tree all decorated up to Jr.'s room and tried to make him laugh when he was awake.

I didn't feel safe enough to leave the hospital so I only left 2 times for an hr. which I can't remember the 1st time but the 2nd I was called and told to get back there and they were trying to force things on jr. within about 3 hrs. that night he was unconscious and waiting for a machine to finish cleaning so that could start Dialysis. I kept telling him he could make it...just a little longer. "It felt like forever"