This is Gonna Be Hard. Maybe Slobbery. But It'll be Worth It.

This weekend was phenomenal. Tuck learned how to drive a golf cart, 4 out of 5 big rigs we passed on the highway honked for him, and he proclaimed his love for truck stop food. 

There was a distraction that was keeping me from focusing on the festivities around us. It was Kinzie. She hadn’t been feeling %100. And being her Mama I could just tell. Having a baby, be it two legs or four, is an open door way into the world of your 6th sense. -Fact.

This morning I took her in to see her beloved dr. The news this afternoon is not the best.

I find myself making feeble attempts to find humor in every situation cause I’m that girl that laughs at funerals or at a joke 4 days later in the middle of the grocery store. But I am struggling. I have a big brown doe eyed little boy with alligator tears wanting to know where his “Kinz” is. 

Short and sweet. She will be staying at the dr. for three days depending on how she reacts to her meds. If we are lucky enough she MAY get to come home after only two days. She will be kept under mild sedation with IV’s of fluids, antibiotics, painkillers, and anti inflammatories. She is diagnosed with pancreatitis. When we are able to bring her home we are instructed to slow our pace with her from now on, and make her comfy. The crazy broad who is prepared for the zombie apocalypse and has the Mayan calendar memorized is absolutely not prepared for any of this. It’s funny how life comes full circle. My Mama was the one who always handled our animals at their weakest and convinced me that no matter the out come all would be ok. Now I am the one pulling myself together. Making sure Tuck knows all will be ok.  

I am asking everyone. Please say a little prayer for Kinzie and Tuck. Keep them in your thoughts. They both really need comfort and understanding right now. 

Xoxo