Thursday, November 9, 2017

P.O.P. Pt2

     If the last post was TMI for you then don't bother with this one. 'Cuz things don't progress with out help; Just when it seemed like it wasn't getting worse it was staying the same, it changed.There is good news in sight though.

Here we go....

 Last post I left off with the fact that I am still waiting. Which is true. Last week was rather difficult in the fact that I haven't had to take pain meds for over a month and last week I just couldn't make it without. I hate taking them.  They make me sleepy at first and then when they wear off I feel itchy/tingly, they also cause constipation. Which is terrible in my current state.

Some of you may know my mom had Colon Cancer at 34. Because she was so young all of her children have been encouraged to get early scans to be preventative. I got my first scan last year, I had 10 polyps at the age of 28. They removed them all and none of the biopsies showed anything negative, it just meant I was to return in one year for another scope. I was also referred to a geneticist for some genetic testing to rule out some other possibilities (the results of which I should be hearing back about in the next 4-6 months now; remember all the waiting...). In the meantime I am on the books for annual scans until they don't find anything, as well as watching my diet making sure I get plenty of dark greens, fibrous foods and stay hydrated. Now I am not perfect at these things by any means, but I have been improving a lot. At this years scope I only had 2 polyps, and will meet with the doc again in 6 months to basically schedule next falls scan. Reigning Youngest in the scope line title will continue to be mine for a few years yet. 
How is that related?

It means I'm more easily constipated than some. So taking the pain pills it's very easy to lose regularity which I've been working to gain for the last couple years. This increases the pain levels I have, as there is more causing pressure. The lowest I have ever been was last week, I literally had to move my uterus out of the way in order to have a bowel movement. 
Little degrading.
Come on this doesn't happen in real life does it!? Isn't that a stories from the ER sort of issue?
Ya'll that's the lowest I've been since beginning my fight back against the PPD cloud that came into my life 2 years ago.
I can't live like this anymore.

I went to the doctor a few days later, as soon as I could get in basically. It is not in my nature to be a squeaky wheel, but this occasion calls for it. I went in, I had someone watch my kids so I could focus, and my husband even came with me.
The Doctor walks into the room, and all he said was "so How can I help you today?"
cue the tears.

This is why it was good Jesse was there with me, to help make sense of the words I was trying to get out. He is my backup. Always.
Explained everything recent, and is there ANYTHING we can do?! We are willing to pay out of pocket to get help.
While we were there he called an office in Great Falls, Montana with us in the room. He was asking if they had received the referral he had sent 2 weeks prior, apparently it got lost. They gave him the specific fax for the doc I need to meet with, his assistant even called to make sure the fax was received.
The next day I got a call from them.

Cue the Joy

I have an appointment to meet with the doctor who does these repair surgeries regularly. I have an appointment that I only have to wait 1 WEEK for! Next Thursday we will be meeting with him in Great Falls, sorting what needs sorting, and scheduling what need scheduling.

The adversary is so scarily real.

Today I received the most exciting phone call. After two years of waiting there is finally a light at the end of the tunnel I have been stuck in. I have an appointment to meet with a surgeon next Thursday. A surgeon willing to take me in as a cash patient.
The price quotes I got from his billing department were much more reasonable than I had anticipated.
But now that there’s finally an end in sight. An end of the pain and embarrassment, and end to the complicated menses, an end to peeing when I walk too fast or run or jump or laugh or cry or sneeze or cough. And an end to needing to physically move my uterus out of the way so that I can have a bowel movement.
And all I can see are the giant dollar signs all around me. How much it’s going to cost as a procedure, the exchange rate, in time I can’t solely take care of my family, and how long I’ll be unable to work. How much it’s going to cost, and all the other things; The car needs winter tires, the van door is broken, there are literally cabinet doors falling off dressers and cupboard like it’s an epidemic! I have prayed and fasted to know if this surgery was the right course of action. If it will really help, if it’s worth the attempt. And I know it will be. But for some reason all I can see are blasted dollar signs.
Christmas is coming
The Us exchange rate is not in our favor.
My family can’t really travel here to help me
My husband has a clinic here he works at, as well as one in Arizona that he needs to regularly visit and pay money towards expenses until it’s more stable in bringing in its own income.
I know this is the answer.

 I know it. 
So is that why all I can see are the reasons to wait?

Shut up Anxiety; cuz you are a liar.

There is still a lot of questions I have, and I will hopefully get some answers next week, as long as I write them down so they don't fly right out of my mind when I walk into the office! I am not in the clear yet, but the light at the end of the tunnel is glowing brighter, which means it is getting closer.
I know I have a great support around me, I have Fox family nearby that I've grown so close to since moving here. I have more friends here no than I often realize. I am not alone. There are people willing to help me get through this. Whatever "this" ends up being. 

Just gotta have Faith.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Pelvic Organ Prolapse Pt.1

Hey friends, remember me? I used to blog...then I had a little boy and I haven't so much as thought of my own blog since my last post with his birth story. Lots of things happen in two years. I struggled greatly to breastfeed my son. So greatly in fact that after infections and literally regrowing my nipples I no longer have feeling in many of those areas. Nerve damage. You see that is a whole different post, and I will write that at another time. This is a very personal post. Nitty gritty things my friends, if you don't want to hear about it, you've been warned and can visit the blog another time for cute family photos or yummy foods I love so much I share. This is all from my personal journey, do not use it to diagnose yourself, or others, if any of it sounds like something you could be affected by approach your doctor about it, its a real thing.

Thats not the only physical battle Ive ben fighting since the birth of my son. He was born at home, and very swiftly, so swiftly that it was compared to bungee jumping into the world. The difference with actual bungee jumping and his birth jumping is that umbilical cords are a lot different than bungees. As you can probably imagine.
You see while he was making his expeditious entrance into the world his "bungee" was still firmly attached to my internal organ. At the time, we didn't think much of it, i had an extra long cord wrapped extra tightly around my little boy. Once he was breathing I did not think of it again, until 5 months later.
September 2015
Oh goody my period of the many bummers to stopping breastfeeding so early. Anyway I tried to go about things as I normally did prior to having a baby. It just went horribly wrong. I placed a tampon and went about my morning, until I could feel the warmth going down my leg. The one so many women are familiar with, you know the one we don't talk about unless someone asks to hear an embarrassing story and we are VERY good friends already with this person... That dripping.
"It has only been like 20 minutes this cant be happening..." sure enough my under clothes were in ruins, and my leggings did a great job absorbing... upon removing the tampon it was completely untouched by the blood, except for the bottom portion. WTF?! I also had a 3 year old at home, and a 5 month old, so as bothered by all of this as I was I couldn't take much time to think about it and just figured I must be really out of practice at this, put on a pad and new clothing and went about my morning.
By nap/quiet time I had a few minutes to myself and figured I'd try my diva cup, its easier to deal with. I couldn't get it in the right place. I felt so beyond ridiculous! "whats wrong with me?!" was all I could think, then I tried again;  only I felt why it wasn't working. Something was in the way.
Now I mentioned before this is a very personal post, but Im not sharing personal photos or anything, I do plan to show some textbook type photos however because my descriptions with words are limited.
what do you do when something is wrong down there? grab that hand mirror...boy was that freaking weird. SO I did the next thing a girl would do, I called my mom. For those that do not know at this time my mother was also not in the best place, she was recovering from a surgery that went awry and was attached to a woundvac that was keeping her stomach organs from falling out as her body tried to heal itself. as it turned out she couldn't talk as she was doing her IV meds for the day. So I googled and planned to call back.
As anyone who has googled symptoms knows, it can be terrifying. pretty much convince yourself of imminent death or cancer in a matter of minutes. Once I at least knew the better words for "I think my uterus is falling out" I called my midwife.
By this point I had been technically released from her care, but lets face it, when you help someone catch a baby in the tight space of a half bathroom, then stitch up their broken lady parts, and help them find a new normal as they try to keep a new human alive, you're pretty much friends for life. She helped me calm down. Eased my fears that this could be helped and gave me a phone number to a clinic with a physiotherapist that deals with pelvic floor issues.
I went about my day. There's something that can be done; this is NOT the end of me!
I called my doctors office for an appointment which I went to. I sat in that room wondering how I could put this story into words...Hey good talks on Sunday at church are you kids? so anyway I think one of my organs is falling out of my body but its probably no big deal, right? I should just get going... is basically how it was about to go down. Besides I had 3 kids in the room with me! Somehow I found the words. (Praise the Lord; whom I know placed them there)
I remember the look of hidden shock. This isn't something that happens to 27 year old women. But here I was a kindergartner, a toddler and infant in tow asking how in the world this happened and what do i do now. I got a referral to a Gynecology office in lethbridge and I would just need to wait until I could see them.
February 2016
I got in! I saw a doctor, who examined me and knew what to look for. Guess what I left with? a prescription for antidepressants and the same phone number from my midwife.
So I'm a little crazy and just need to do more kegels. Some women just deal with it until they get issues with the cervix getting scabs or scrapes from activities at which point they try a device called a pessary. They can push the uterus right back into place between puts on the golf course, I'll be fine.
Not the words she said but that is how I felt. Yes I also suffer from post partum depression, it was a traumatic birthing experience. I have never felt so badace as when I had a frickin baby in my house! But my mom was in a coma, my baby was bruised purple mess for the first few weeks and breastfeeding HAH. I needed the help. I was a textbook case of take these for a little while and then you wont need them anymore, "you just need help getting back to your normal balance"
So I dealt with the depression, I fought and I fought and sometimes I still have to fight it (that's right I'm not out of the woods with it yet but I am so much better than I was). I saw a counselor and I did what I could to improve my state of mind, to better care for my children, myself and all those other lovely folks I love.
Fast forward to the next fall.
By this time I was feeling severe pain, I was able to get an MRI and that didn't really help much. I went to see an acupuncturist. I went once a week for 90 minute sessions for 7 weeks straight. And somehow I was able to afford it. In December of 2017 is when I finally saw the physiotherapist. She tried to be optimistic, but she also told me that I shouldn't expect to see any improvement in the first 6 months at least. I wanted her to be wrong. I wanted it so badly. I did my exercises, I did the research she suggested I read several books about the health of the pelvic floor proper sitting, movement and breathing techniques. To no avail.
By the next February things were worse. At this point, even doing everything they told me to, I didn't lift heavy things, I did my exercises I was body aware when I moved the slightest.
That's when I saw my cervix outside my body for the first time without the assistance of a mirror. Yep. I looked down and there it was. The organ of my body that is what makes me most female, the organ that grew and nurtured 3 beautiful healthy babies. That same organ was hanging halfway out my body.
 To say i was shocked would be an understatement. I was beyond. I happened to be visiting my family in Colorado; Meeting my new nephews. I waited until I got my kids to bed, then approached my mom. I felt as if I was 13 again starting my period for the first time. Humbled, I in fact did NOT have any answers myself. My mom is wonderful and gave me some ideas and things to say to my physicians to get more help. I needed more help. When I got home I met with my doc. He found a loophole and got me into see a gynecologist in Levern just the next week! When I met with her and explained all I have done, all the specialists I've seeked, the books and articles I've read; she told me what I didn't realize I needed to hear.
"This is not something we generally see in women under 50, or those who haven't entered menopause. I am going to help you find answers."
I needed to feel that someone believed me, that it wasn't all in my head. Because it is NOT in my head, in fact its only half in my pelvis and that is the problem! Upon further examination she made some other suggestions but ended  with "I know surgery is the last thing you want to do, and I encourage you to try everything you can, but based on what I see and feel, it's inevitably going to be in your future at some point"
I can deal with that.
Here is what she found
Prolapse Image
I have Enterocele. Yep everything involved, this is why Dr. A said surgery will be in my future. I have come to terms with this now. It took a while, I prayed a whole lot, asked for insight and in research have found the confirmation I sought. The pain I am experiencing comes from compression on the nerves by these falling organs. That is the running theory anyway. Thats why sometimes its worse than other times.

There is a lot of waiting in socialized health care.
My info has been sent to the Pelvic Floor clinic in Calgary, and I should expect to hear from them in 9-12 months.
That's what they said when I called anyway.
Meanwhile I still try to stay active and keep up with my ever growing 2 year old boy (he is 35lbs now! And still wants to hold me always). I can not always do this. I teach a kickbox cardio class a few times a month to a great group of ladies that stay active together and our kiddos play. It has been great. There have been a few instances where I have last minute had to cancel; because sometimes I just can't do more than is absolutely necessary. I can't run anymore, I can't really jump anymore. There are many things I miss, but I know that this is not permanent. I now know there are possibilities ahead that I will be able to improve my current state. I will not always hurt, I will not always feel like something is sitting where it shouldn't, I wont always pee if I try to run, jump, play with my kids!
There is just lots of waiting right now.

Monday, July 20, 2015

Jaxon Alexander Thor Fox

My sweet boy b welcome to the world!
My whole pregnancy i had a feeling my labor would be quick. This time I focused more on preparing myself for the event. I felt he would come  fast but honestly not  as fast as he did!
So here's his story.
I had been counting as June17th as my due date for majority of the pregnancy. That was the first date I'd calculated. Ultrasound pushed me back a week, same thing happened when I was pregnant with Maia and she was two weeks early. The first date I get is usually my most accurate. Starting the last week of May I started getting those regular contractions, just like I'd had with Londyn pregnancy. However they didn't really hurt, but were annoying. For two weeks we waited, every night I'd go to bed sure that I'd wake up and be in motion to meet my baby. I had other signs as well, bowels and effacement etc. But no magic.
Friday June 12th I was she would be the day, my mom was having hernia  repair surgery that day. She'd messaged me saying as soon as she woke up its baby time. We were totally game. Karly had been with us going on two weeks. We were certain I was ready. Then my mom had trouble waking up. In her words she went under fire her hernia to be fixed and woke up over a week later with a new grandbaby.
You see they nicked her bowel while making the repair. My mom had colon cancer in 2002. Part of her treatments was radiation therapy, some healthy bowel was affected, but still functioning. The part they nicked happened to be affected by that radiation, causing other issues. They did not discover her leaking bowel for 3 days. Meanwhile she ballooned. She just kept swelling, and they couldn't figure out why for three days. Finally they just went in to explore. They found the leak, but could not make the stitches stick. They did a bunch of things and she continued to swell. So much so they could not close up her belly. They kept her sedated. I was freaking stressed out. I asked my husband for a blessing. (For my friends that don't know what I'm talking about message me I'd be happy to full you in). The comfort I received to sum up was to focus on me and let my mom out of my mind. It was very very difficult. My husband and midwife could see my struggle. So we made a plan. I had my membranes stripped, and Friday if nothing had come off it we would talk about more options.
We did not want my extra stresses to affect the baby. Thursday karly the girls and I went to Waterton. We had a blast. That night was average, I started feeling backed up so I took a tiny bit of castor oil, cuz I had some. It's so gross, I didn't even get a full dose.I also took my cal/mag supplement. I did have a few painful contractions but by this point thought nothing of it and went to bed after using the heating pad to relax my muscles.
I woke up at 230am needing the bathroom. I was having much stronger contractions, but figured it sad the castle oil and it would pass. By 330 I still couldn't go back to bed and itwoke Jesse. After 15 minutes of me assuring him nothing was happening he called my midwife. I had not timed contractions at all but couldn't be still or talk during them. She asked to talk to me, but I was throwing up. She said she'd be right there. She had a 15 min drive to my house, when she arrived she was able to check baby heart beat and it was great. She went to unpack her things at that point while I repeated to myself "I can I can I can" through each wave of contractions. They were less than a minute apart for three minutes then I'd get a break briefly. Karly and Eve were setting up the tub/pool when POP! My water exploded! Not even broke it exploded. So they switched plans and came to help me to the bed. But it was too late, I couldn't move. I knew everything that was going on in my body and felt totally confident, however I felt no control of what was going on. "Monkey brain" as Eve called it. :) My body knew what it was doing without my help. I pushed twice and there he was. He had the cord 3 times around his neck, and came so fast it tightened on him the moment he was out. Eve couldn't get great fingers under it and had to spin baby to loosen it and open his airway. It was a very long minute that it took to get him breathing.
His face was bruised from his speedy entrance. Eve had been there 15 minutes total, and Terry was just arriving as baby was. It was amazing. I've never felt so strong and capable in my entire life. I can honestly say I loved this experience. Had you told me when I had my first daughter I'd one day love my home birth I'd have thought you were crazy. But this was way better than my other experiences, or delivering on the side of the road on way to the city.
My husband was there with me holding me and agreeing as I told myself I could do this. And he was there pacing in the smallest room in our house as baby struggled to take that first breath, he's so great. I couldn't have done as well without his support. I wouldn't have even called and had my midwife there in time had it not been for him.
My sweet Jaxon Alexander Thor Fox was my biggest newborn at 8lbs 8 ounces and 20 1/2 inches long. And my earliest birth being 4:15am.
It was crazy fast and crazy amazing! 2 days later on n Fathers Day I got the chance to tell my mom all about it. You see that morning she woke up and said "hey if I don't wake up now I'm dying here, and I'm not ready." So she opened her eyes and took out her ventilator.
An emotional weekend to say the least.
I have a son! And I still have my mom! I am blessed.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Eat Good Things

I have been trying to get lots more veggies on the table and into our bodies. Things have been going better than expected. That Pinterest I tell ya can be really awesome. Here are a few that I have fallen in love with!

Zucchini Tots:
This is not my recipe originally, but I did kinda do my own thing of someone else's post; you can find the post here.

1 Cup Zuch Shredded (about one average size with peel on)
1 Egg
1/4 C chopped onion (but I used dried onion from costco and only did 1 TBsp)
1/4 Bread Crumbs (except I used leftover rice/quinoa mix because we are going off gluten for my little one)
1/4 cup shredded cheese
A little Salt and Pepper, dash of garlic powder and cilantro

Mix all together. Scoop into mini muffin tin (spray with a little olive oil they do stick)
Bake at 350 for twenty minutes/until slightly golden on top YUMMO

We also have added Parmesan Crusted Tilapia to our favorites list! Super easy too! I take half a triangle of parmesan and put it in my Ninja and then coat the fish in it with a little paprika. Then grill it up on the griddle. Yummy!

Another one of my favorites is Quinoa Bites
Originally I found it on pinterest and I don't remember which blogger it was from! They are all about the same 
2  C cooked Quinoa
(1cup uncooked, cook in 2 cups of water or broth i like to throw seasonings in myself at this stage too)
2 Eggs ( i havent tried with substitutes yet but it;s on my to do list)
2 Tbsp of Whatever seasonings! Ive done pizza (oregano, basil, garlic thats 2 Tbsp total not of each) Taco (I use Costco's brand)  
And occasionally I will add some shredded Cheese

Spray a mini muffin tin (or regular size just make sure to squish it in good)
Bake 350 for about 20 minutes until the moisture has left them; they get golden and that's when they will stay together best. 
 And we like to dip so there's always dips. Salsa, queso, tomato sauce, ranch whatever goes with the flavor of the day!

Another pinterest find was using Broccoli slaw in place of Pasta, it was delicious!! And my girls even had seconds (serious shocker!) They named it rainbow noodles. We just did Ground beef and steamed the slaw with it before adding spaghetti sauce, it took 15 minutes. That's my kinda cookin! Super fast, healthy and delicious! 

I have long way to go to clean eating but the steps we are making feel awesome!

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Christmas 2013

So our Christmas was full of surprises this year! We have been super excited to have family around for Christmas! And even getting to have family stay with us had been quite exciting :)
And to add to the excitement this year Londyn came down with a cough she caught from get sister on Christmas eve. All day she was a little tired, by afternoon down right grumpy at times. We had family games at the church going on that day, so we played basketball and floor hockey, ask sports of fun. Miss Londyn however was not feeling it. And about half way through she fell asleep. Could tell she wasn't getting well so I encouraged the late nap. She woke up super unhappy and do sad! Her little nose was stuff and she was breathing only through her mouth, so covered in drool and plainly felt icky.
We still tried to do our family Christmas eve jammies and such. Londyn went along with it cuz Maia was super excited!! Maia even got s last minute call to Santa in before bed!

There was very little sleeping that night. If only if it were out of excitement. Londyn was up at up at midnight and barely slept all night. Meaning mommy didn't sleep. Used humidifier, d steam from the shower.. Jesse even drove to his clinic at 3 am to get some Japanese mint oil to help decongest her and her poor lungs were getting tight.

On top of being sick in her chest Londyn was getting nauseated from get nose draining down her throat. So was mommy. By 7 am mommy was throwing up and Londyn would finally hold her daddy. We all got one hour of sleep in our bed.

Then Christmas morning came! Maia was psyched she went and error everyone up! Londyn did not share the enthusiasm but went to fit the ride. She opened a couple presents and Maia was on cloud nine. Londyn would not eat. Which is very odd for her. She started to complain her mouth hurt.
I got a call from my sister notifying me my mom was in the hospital and they weren't sure what was wrong but if I could notify people the family party would need to be cancelled (cuz in good at spreading the Facebook word). Always hard news to receive no matter how many times in my life I've received it.
Londyn was ok.
She had some drink and proceeded to . Play with her new baby and . Stroller from Santa. She was pushing it all around until she was out of breath. And she couldn't catch her breath. We could hear her wheezing from the other end of . The house. I tried the steam from the shower again, no go. So if to the hospital we went. When we got there after the whole check in process Londyn went limp in my arms. We were waiting for nurse to do get vitals and she went grey. She had big people circle under her eyes and just kept wheezing. Hey oxygen levels were at 85 (they should be at 95). They started to take me more seriously. After one nebulizer treatment things had improved but not by much. They have get this steroid to help keep the bronchiols open after the been treatment but it . Would take a few hours to take effect. So the remaining option was nebulizer treatment of epinephrine. She could finally talk, she could finally breathe well! I had been sitting there listening to my baby slowly suffocate. She threw up right before last breathing treatment. So I was covered. And daddy saved the day with a new shirt for me. (And a little cherry coke to keep me awake). After two hours and her oxygen levels were stable and daddy did more adjusting, the doc trusted us to take her home. But to come back if it happened to get worse and for sure to get around steroid dose. We got home and she only lasted two hours before the wheezing was back. I did not hesitate and took her right back in. She had another dose and still had to come back at 9 for the second dose. But she was a totally different Londyn than we started the day with. She actually ate at dinner. First did all day.

So we need to bring her back in for a few more treatments tomorrow and the next day. So it changes or plans in visiting Colorado. But we will still go. And my mom will get better. She's doing great right now. And at the end of this day I could not have been happier to snuggle and rock my sweet Londyn who could finally breathe without it hurting!
Merry Christmas!

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Buying a House!!

   So we are moving again...BUT this time I KNOW it's the last move for a long time! You see we were lookin at our finances and realizing we are doing way way better than we were expecting so soon out of school. We have been so blessed! J has made some contracts with the Tribe and some of the colonies in the area and now doing custom orthotic. We are helping so many people it's just so fantastic!

  So we had an opportunity to go to the temple...together! Love when we get that opportunity. And went through with the question of should we do it? SHould we look for our own house or keep renting? And it made even more sense to shop for our own place. We were really set on building, but wanted to look at a few options in town too. SO we looked at 4 houses and talked to a builder. And we were like wow a year to build? OK well we can work on that and keep our eyes open. Eyes open indeed. The next day we found it.

THE HOUSE!! I didn't think it would be so tough to find a house with all the bedrooms on the same floor. That was my number one. My kids are little..and needy...I don't want to travel flight of stairs in the dark. This is the only one I've found for sale. And I love it more every time I get to go there. Know what else?! It has a fenced in backyard...and a garage!! I can literally add anything else I might think of wanting but those three things were what I wanted to move into. And I found them. I am beyond thrilled.

  Everything has fallen into place so well, and so much faster than anticipated! I barely got to say goodbye to my 2nd ward friends! Not that I wont see them anymore, It's a pretty small town and I like to keep my friends :). We move this week!!! I have about 7 boxes packed..some of which were never unpacked when we moved here.. but I have gotten all of our things off of the walls minus the calendar and clocks, lets face it I still have to function before the move. It's only 4 blocks away, I don't feel stressed about it. Know what stressed me out? The only thing out of this entire process...was if the oven would be big enough. it's pretty'll do..for now. One day Im gonna replace it and probably update the whole kitchen. And put an addition above the garage. But there is plenty of house.

We are going over this week to switch a few things like light fixtures and maybe a little paint. and We are scheduled to close on friday. I will post photos when we are settled in a bit!
 Best part?! PLENTY of room for VISITORS!! Even spare beds.

And here's a few photos from Our last family session. It's not a post without photos!

Wednesday, June 19, 2013


We have made it to Canada! I know I know I have completely skipped like a year of our lives and even over our cruise and graduation...I'll get there. This one is on the beginning of our journey here in Canada! Graduation was friday afternoon, so we of course celebrated with some Texas Roadhouse (ate WAY too much, but so so delicious) we then went home to pack the trucks. We were able to get everything we had left into two pick ups and one tow behind uhaul. and suitcases in the van, we sold a LOT. It took three days to drive from Davenport. We stopped in Sioux Falls and saw some family on Saturday after graduation. It was great to see friendly faces while traveling (isn't it always). Our second day drive was definitely our longest. We drove Sioux Falls to Billings. Took us about 10 hours and eventually everyone got to the same hotel.
Monday we got began the final leg of our journey! Only 6 hour drive, took a little longer with potty breaks of course. The last and final anxiety was crossing the border. It took me 6 months to fill out the paper work for immigration for myself, and like 30 minutes to get everything ready for the girls stuff. But I sent it in and in April they received it and put it into the system. When we got to the border Jesse had all of our documents in the truck with him and I had nothing, Liberty had hers at least. The officer was not too pleased with me. So he made sure I knew to not leave my documents in different vehicle again... He also gave me a hard time for crossing at the border we did! Kept saying they are not an immigration crossing because they are so small and if anyone came to the border we would not be given any priority. I wasn't expecting any priority actually so I agreed. We pulled off to the side and parked. We then ventured inside to go through whatever was instore. At this point I was about to cry, I already felt I had done so many things wrong and he was gonna make me turn around and go to coutts. Jesse saw the look on my face as I walked into the building with both girls and I could see got a little concerned. At this point they'd been quite pleasant to him! Saved the scare tactics for me, the one who is terrified of getting in trouble! He went and parked his truck before joining us inside.

Inside they gave me a hard time again saying I needed to do my research I was moving to Canada! Then asked me to sit while he pulled some things up on the computer. So I sat and tried not to cry. I was shaking by this point. He proceeded to search for my info on the computer. When he found I was already in the system everything about the way they talked to me changed. PHEW Which was also when Jesse walked in..I had my list of everything we were bringing and estimated values and we filled out some forms and had a little interview and then we were on our way. I just need to do a couple things to get the van imported but man did they shake me up at first! All it took was them to realize I DID do my homework! But I was polite and let them do their jobs so it went pretty well.

Now we are in Cardston working on growing the practice G has already started. J is working on marketing and getting a new sign up and seeing where we can share what we know and love about Chiropractic!

thanks to Joyanne Miller for digitizing our logo that Jesse drew!