Her and her husband tried for years to get pregnant with no luck. Finally, they decided to become foster parents. At one point they had eight kids in the house and most of them were toddlers. My mom was fostering a sibling group of three. A boy and two girls. When she found out that they were going to spit the siblings up my mom and her husband decided to adopt the trio. They were 5 years old, 4 years old, and 3 years old. She still was trying to have one of her own as well as foster child. When the youngest was seven years old my mom found out she was pregnant with me.
My mom can tell you that the day her water broke in the middle of the night in one gush. She then confused the on-call nurses when they asked if it was her first and she said but she needs to find a sitter for her other children. My mom had to have a c-section with me because her uterus was half of it's normal size.
My mom then tried to adopt another foster child but found out she didn't have enough Native American in her to be able to adopt. When I was two years old, my mom suffered a huge heartache and divorced my father. She was on her own with four children.
When I was four years old she found about the Mormon church. She was baptized as well as my older siblings into the church. She also found her second husband who took all of us to the temple to be sealed as a family. Soon after my mom had two miscarriages and one of which left her internally bleeding. My mom almost passed away but held tight knowing that she had four children at home. Growing up my mom had dealt with lots of medical stuff. I can't picture her not having at least a surgery and being the hospital for more then a year. She suffered from abdominal adhesion disease where there is scar tissue that causes bowl blockages or obstruction. My mom has barely any large intestine. Several times we have come close on losing her through some of these surgeries. She also had a hospital stay after being bite by a brown recluse in the middle of the night.
When I was eleven years old, my mom found out that I was born with rheumatoid arthritis and she kept me to never give up. If I wanted to do something she said I could do it. When I was twelve her and my adoptive father divorced. My mom and I found ourselves on our own and pushing onward. She became both a father and a mother to me and we struggled with everything. She kept donating things that she could to others.
When I decided to go to ESU for college my mom made sure that I had a way and would help me accomplish my dreams of becoming a teacher. When I married my husband and was still in school she helped with some of our bills even though she struggled with some of her own at times. When I was pregnant with my oldest child, the doctor's found a mass on one of my mom's kidney's. Another surgery was scheduled to remove the kidney and check the mass. My mom's surgery took longer then was expected. When she came out of surgery she struggled breathing. Several times we had to shake her to have her breath and so the nurses took her off all pain meds. It was scary to see my mom in so much pain but knowing that she was with us.
On October 2014, my mom decided to buy a house and have us live with her. At this time it was me, my husband, and two of our kids. We had plans to have us all live together later in life but she decided it was the right time. We all moved in on January 2015.
A year ago, my mom was working in the yard and a day later my mom's hand swelled up. Test after test and meds after meds. My mom was not getting better but kept getting worse. During this time she was spending time with one of her best friends who was dying of cancer. Finally, we found out that my mom has a rare illness, Hereditary Angiodema type 3. It is characterized by episodes of severe swelling through the body. It's not only very painful for her but it's making it difficult for her to use her hands for work and to walk. The swelling can also cause her throat to swell and cause asphyxiation. She has to carry an EpiPen with her at all times. My mom has to infuse cynrize, an expensive drug that cost $64,000 a month. Thankfully her health insurance covers it. But it doesn't seem to be working. So my mom is heading to the Mayo Clinic as that is where some specialist who deal with this are. To find a way to help her be able to work.
My mom has given so much to others. She makes blankets for auctions, blankets for new parents, hats for NICU babies, hats for cancer patients, Hats and gloves to teen parents, and helps me being a good mom to my three children.
She has 1 biological daughter, and three adoptive child. She has three son-in-laws and one daughter in-law. She has many other children that she has taken under her wing in the past and present. She has ten grandchildren and two step-grandchildren. Also many other kids who call her Grammy. She has friends who love her. A job who would be lost without her there.
My family would be lost without her presence. My three year old who has autism looks forward each day when she comes home to cuddle with her.