I’m back everyone! It’s been a long time since I last posted anything on this blog. So let me give you a run down of what I’ve been up to since my last post. In a nutshell, I’ve had two babies over a 20 month period. And I already have two other kids at home. That’s right, I now have four children 5 ½ and under. Whesh! After all, I’m not a spring chicken anymore so whatever I was going to have I needed to get a move on.
I have to admit though; my four pregnancies weren’t easy to carry. In fact, all but one (the last) were preemies. My first baby was 10 weeks early! My last baby made it two days shy of full term. With each pregnancy I must have gotten better and better at keeping them in, but boy was it tough!
I spent many days in the hospital with all four pregnancies trying to keep the babies in. I often wondered if that was what it was like to be in prison…confined to four walls, never seeing the naked blue sky and eating horrible food. At least for me I knew that I was getting something very special out of it. And besides, with this last delivery there was a new head cook I had gotten to know and she made me special meals - whatever I wanted - and I have to admit they were pretty good.
Leading up to my last delivery was months of agony. I passed two couple kidneys stones while being pregnant (with each stone taking weeks to finally pass), rushed to the hospital to stop labor more times than I can count and had the flu twice! It seemed my pregnancy would never end. The entire staff of the hospital knew me, including the cleaners. But I kept my cheery disposition, joked a lot and poked fun at my pain.
Then the day finally came – the delivery. I thought it was going to be quick, easy, and over with in no time. What would happen next put everything in life into perspective. At six centimeters the baby was in distress and the doctor lost her heart rate. It was a matter of getting the baby out in five minutes or she would die. It seemed as though a whole team of people were around me helping and through pushing, pulling, stretching and manipulating my body…. five minutes later, I actually delivered at seven centimeters….with no painkillers.
The baby revived herself well as the doctor whisked her away to an incubator. The pediatrician checked her over thoroughly and she was doing just fine. Everything was finally ok. Or so I thought. I passed out and woke up to the team, back in the room working on me! It was all so confusing, but I quickly learned that I couldn’t stop bleeding. My blood pressure dropped to ultimate low levels and the emergency team came in. I innocently asked what would happen if they couldn’t get it to stop and a nurse simply said, “You will bleed out.” How could that be? I was about to die? This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.
The next thing I knew I was being rushed (still in my bed) to the operating room. All the way to the OR, people were still working on me. I’ll never forget the look on my husband face. It was a look of helpless despair. I wasn’t in the OR long before I was knocked out.
My next memory was 2am. I woke up to unbelievable pain. My bed faced a window where the staff could observe me. I was hooked up to more leads than I care to remember, IV’s on both sides of the bed, one was for the blood transfusions I was receiving. In the end I was told that I lost almost three liters of blood and had an emergency hysterectomy to save my life. I never thought anything could happen to me. Life can be so fragile.
As I laid there for another week in the hospital I realized that this would be an adventure I had to persevere. My husband was there with me in the hospital, but only temporarily as he was working overseas. How was I going to take care of four kids on my own? How was I going to keep the business going? How was I even going to do the grocery shopping when my body felt like it was run over by a truck!?! Complete anxiety took over.
But I did it. Almost three months later, I have pushed through, my body is healing, my blood count continues to go up and I am so grateful to say that all four kids are healthy and thriving. What did I do? I put one step in front of the other. That’s it. Just kept going.
And so I am back with a vengeance and ready to rock and roll. Life has its ups and downs, its twist and turns. Things happen that you don’t expect. But you keep going. Just put one foot forward and take that step. Just keep going. When going for big grand dreams, sometimes it just feels like you can’t go anymore. But I’m here to say you can!
My whole focus right now is on YOU! The reader of this blog. I want to do whatever it takes to help you succeed. I’d like to give you a FREE book. This story is one of complete and utter perseverance. It’s a tale of a special man who never gave up. It’s a story that will give you all the inspiration you need to realize you can have anything you want in life and will allow you to keep going until you get there. It’s called “The Courage to Act” and if you email me at carolyn@thecouragetoact.com and tell me you want your FREE copy, I will send it to you. The only thing I ask in return is you write to me and let me know how you liked the book.
The past few months have not been easy for me. But I made it through. I’ve got lots to do still. Just to let you in on a little secret, even though the past few months have been rough (and clearly I was a baby machine), I still was working hard on a very special project. This project is dedicated to helping ANYONE reach any goal they desire no matter how small or how big. You can get a little insight on the project by going to www.achievementforlife.com. If you sign in you will get two modules for FREE. In those modules alone gives you the secrets you need to start building the foundation of success. It’s my gift to you. Ok, so I wasn’t JUST having babies. It was this program that got me from A to Z. It was this very program the gave me The Courage to Act.
Sincerely,
Carolyn
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