biggest. scare. of. my. life.

See this face….that precious smile…those little bubbly cheeks, that perfectly round head, and those big blue eyes….
well…she didn’t look this happy 2 days ago…

I normally work Saturday and Sunday nights at a hospital, but this past weekend, I switched with someone and worked days…
This would have been Reese’s first “day” ever without me, and for a breastfeeding baby, that’s a pretty huge deal. Being only 17 weeks old, she’s still getting adjusted to a bottle when I’m not home.
So, I leave at 6:30 am  that morning.
I get calls throughout the morning from Daddy Mackey on how fussy Reese is being… crying, unconsolable, and such.
 I suggest walking outside, tummy time, singing, reading a book, playing with her, giving her a bottle….ofcourse all the things he had been trying all morning long.
At 12 noon, I get the Scariest, most heart stopping phone call I could ever imagine. It’s Mike, panicked, stating “I just called 911.”
I threw the phone across the desk without hearing another word, and without hesitation, grabbed my things, and flew out of the hospital.
It was pouring rain, but nothing could have stopped me from getting home.
I called Mike again in the car to find out what had happened….Reese had been crying and couldn’t catch her breath from being so upset and when Mike gave her a bottle she choked…..her lips went blue.
Now luckily the neighbor across the street is an EMT, so Mike ran across the street to him after calling 911….and this is when Reese passed out and went limp in Mike’s arms.
The car, I swear was airborn (perhaps carried by angels) the whole 20 mintues home (that seemed to be an hour long)….I must have arrived at my house within 7 minutes.
2 ambulances are parked in front of my house, I slam the car in park in the middle of the street, and run into my house to find my little Reese in the arms of an EMT lady smiling.
I get Reese in my arms, snuggle her, kiss her what must have been a million times….
The EMT stated that she sounded fine, her oxygen levels were perfect, temperature was perfect and couldn’t find a thing wrong.
Poor Mike, pouring sweat and so shook up.
The EMT suggested that we take Reese to the hospital to be certain that her lungs were fine. So we did just that.
And the doctor stated that she must have gotten so upset and irritated from choking and crying that she passed out.
I couldn’t sleep a wink that night, we were up every hour checking to make sure she was still breathing.
And now….our baby is fine. Back to smiling, cooing, staring at us, and her normal every routine.
And I vowed to never work a day shift again.
I need my children and they need me.
As for Mike, he’s feeling much better and glad that I won’t ever be gone during the days again.


stuck like glue…

Momma Mackey started back to work this past Monday…now I only work Sat, Sun, and Tues nights so you think, big deal……well…..

So I miss no time with my little love bugs..only when they are sleeping…or supposed to be sleeping….Being out of work for 91 days…left for a little drama around our house with Rylee…as I have mentioned in previous posts…the child is stuck to her Mama like glue yal.

*I certainly appreciate the facination she has with me* ~ it’s totally precious…but Monday night was definetly a meltdown moment that took some major patience! She would have been fast asleep when I left for work and not even awake when I got home so really yal, she wasn’t even going to know I was gone…or would she….

I spent nearly 2 hours reminding her of something I’ve always told her…”Mommy always comes back”…I even bribed her which I am normally totally against….but to her none of that mattered…what mattered was Mama was leaving, and when she woke up in the middle of the night for a sip of water, or needed Teddy moved, or to find lovey bunny, and was green rabbit beside of her, or Mommy scratch my back and lay with me, and can I have one more hug…it would be Daddy to the rescue

Now let me add, Daddy Mackey is a wonderful Daddy….even when emotions run high around here (with us ladies)…he toughs it out, rolls up his sleeves, offers hugs, extra bedtime stories, and another piggy back ride throughout the house….but for just wasn’t enough Monday night….
So…I lost my patience…we all do sometimes, right? I finally stood my ground and let her “cry it out” a while….did it break my heart…WITHOUT A DOUBT!…but I know I have to be she will be strong…
And….then… after only about 20 minutes of crying… I hear her say “Mama, I’m sorry, I just miss you so much”
I hug and kiss her… and soon…she’s fast asleep….

I understand that she will outgrow it… I also realize that one day Mama leaving for work won’t matter to her…and that one day I won’t be “so cool”…and one day I’ll be squeezing her and asking for one more hug …..

That morning when I got home…here’s what we did…

Reese read some books to us…

 while, Rylee applied make-up to herself, me, and the pups
Rylee held Reese
We went to the pool..Reese worked on her tan

 Rylee ate snacks and swam like a fish
So, see, everything was just fine…and we had a lovely Mackey day…

broken foot

I’m sure the title of this blog has you a little worried…

Let me paint the picture for you..we were out for our afternoon dog walk on a “soon to be snowy day” – Daddy had Dixie, I had Sammy, and Mommy, well she was walking for two. So anyway, we’re off…all of a sudden, Daddy steps off the side walk right at a storm drain and we thought he had just twisted his ankle slighty…I mean for heaven’s sake..there wasn’t even any snow on the ground! But poor Daddy fell to his knees in pain yelping “Oh NO, it’s broken”. Poor Mommy and I didn’t know what to do – so we took off running *side note: Baby Mackey was probably very shaken up at this point* and we got the car to go back to get Daddy. When we returned he was layed over in the grass holding his foot…poor Daddy.
So we get home, and with no experience with broken bones, Mommy and Daddy frantically called around some places to see where we were supposed to take Daddy (who at this point couldn’t stand on his foot) *Another side note: it began pouring snow*
So we finally figure out to take Daddy to the Sports Medicine and Orthopedics Clinic After Hours Urgent Care….we expected a full out waiting room but to our surprise we got right in! Daddy had indeed cracked a bone in his foot – and for a 3 year old seeing Daddy’s bones of his foot on a computer screen was quite amazing….
So they bandaged Daddy’s poor foot up with a walking boot and gave him some crutches..*Now, it was snowing pretty heavily*
We got home, doctored up Daddy and I wrapped his foot with every baby blanket I could find in my room. You know, the easiest way to heal a broken foot is to wrap the foot in like 14 blankets. 😉 – so I thought….
Daddy’s foot is healing…for now it has a really cool greenish/yellow bruise on it…and to think this wasn’t even weather related…