First, I want you to know that I DO understand where you are at right now. You might be wondering, yeah, right, how could you possibly know where I am right now? Well, on June 25, 1996, I lost my first child. I say my first child, because I have lost 3.
My Daughter Hannah was born at 27 1/2 weeks and only lived 17 minutes. I have always considered those 17 minutes a blessing to this world. She was the only child my husband and I had together. Now, don’t get me wrong, there were still a whole pack of kids in our household, but she was the one who was ours.
So, as everyone knows, life goes on. We had another pregnancy a couple of years later, but it was an ectopic pregnancy and did not survive. We were done. We were both 38 and 39 by now, still had 7 kids home at once, and as the kids got older, life became really busy.
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After life got really busy for us, we had 7 kids at home at once. We had middle school, elementary school, and high school, kids. It was chaotic, interesting, and addiction-fueled. After losing my daughter, I was on a mission to die myself. My husband, who had been in recovery at the time, said “I’ll take you up before I ever let you go down”, meaning he wouldn’t let me do a drug that I wanted to do and had never done, but I wanted to use to die on, and that he would have us use his drug of choice, Meth.
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Needless to say, we started on a Meth journey. We had 6 kids at home, and domestic violence started. But I must say, that my husband realized what he was doing, and went to a doctor and asked for help. They gave him what we all called his “don’t hit me pill”, it was funny to us then, but he did work through his anger and we worked and saved our marriage. After 3 years we asked ourselves what we were doing, we decided to move back to the Reno area, and we got clean and sober from Meth.
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