March, in like a lion and still roaring

This month has been a roller coaster..

March 1st - I celebrated my Wuelo's birthday. Our entire family was at my grandparents house, I had a bad stomach ache. My last words to my grandpa were Happy Birthday Wuelo, he said "Go home and rest"... He's now home with Jesus resting.

March 3rd - I ignored my grandma's call for help at 2:00 pm, I had just gotten home and needed to feed Isaac. I was supposed to go to my grandparents house but decided to go home first to feed the baby. At 5:00 pm while I was trying to get out the door to take Emma to ballet, we see the news....no way it can't be my grandparents house...I jump in the truck and rush over making 2 phone calls along the way to see if anyone has heard anything...I'm met by the police and then the bad news comes...fire in the shed, my grandpa died, grandma got careflighted to Parkland....

March 13th - I'm on my 2nd day at the hospital at 7:00 pm, Eddie, me, and my grandma have our own memorial service in the hospital room, we pray, read some poems, share some stories, watch the celebration of life dvd that I made, and cry.

March 14th - My grandma has to go to "the tank", hell on earth. This will continue daily. I don't hear anything as I stand next to the door, she's a strong women, not like the screams that I hear from the kids that go into "the tank" I could never do that job.

March ? - ? - Isaac is sick for half the month, coughing, throwing up, and diarrhea.

March 30th - Isaac turns 4 months. He gets shots and he's 12lbs 11oz. Still getting over the crud... good news is that he sleeps 8 - 10 hours at night.