Last Monday, Tim received a call from Texas Child Protective Services. To make a VERY long story short, see this cute kid?
Well, this adorable 2 1/2 month old may be coming to Utah. After an hour and a half on a conference call with three officials, Tim, his daughter, Kym and Levi's father, Max's father, and a family friend, nothing was really decided what would happen with Max.
After the last time of giving out too much information and Tim's daughter getting very upset, I can't say too much. But there is a chance that we may be raising another grandchild.
In a way, I really want to bring him up here. He needs a stable, safe place to live. Somewhere he will be taken care of by people who love him dearly. Not that he isn't loved in Texas. He is. But I'm also hesitant because I am WELL past the baby stage. I gave up a few years ago on having a baby and have since come to accept it and to relish in the fact that I have some freedom. Having a baby will tie us down and put a financial strain on us.
But I look at his face (isn't that face just adorable?) and want to protect him and love him.
Then I think of the diapers and the crying in the middle of the night and the teething and the fussiness and it kind of scares me! And then I have to laugh because two weeks ago, as I was sitting in Relief Society I was giggling inside at the mothers who had fussy babies and thinking that I was glad it wasn't me.
Tim is trying to get some answers as to what will be happening. Oh, he needs to be well taken care of and I hope we find out soon.
Then on Friday, my mom tells me that my dad had to be taken to the ER because of a kidney stone. My dad does not complain. Not once did he complain when he had a major tooth infection - resulting in teeth being pulled. And not once did he complain about being in pain until it was unbearable.
They sent him home with drugs.
Unfortunately, his kidney became infected and it shut down. So when he took the pain meds, it made him extremely loopy. Almost to the point of a drug overdose. The drugs went straight to his bloodstream without any filtering. My mom and sister called 911 Sunday night around 11 pm. My dad was so out of it. He wouldn't respond to them. He wouldn't eat. He wouldn't drink. He just wouldn't move. he didn't need to visit the little boys room. He could barely stay sitting up in the chair.
This is my dad last night, after having his kidney drained:
My dear, sweet dad. He gave us quite the scare. None of us got much sleep Sunday night and Scott, Paula nor I got any work done at work! I couldn't focus. I just kept checking my phone for updates and staring at my computer.
It is such a relief to know he is feeling better. Hopefully they will let him come home tomorrow - after he gains a little more strength.
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