Wife and stay-home Mom ponders "big people" thoughts, talks about her kids, praises God, and invites you to join her.
I have not blogged in forever, but this morning as I looked at the election results, an idea or maybe a question of an idea struck me. I don't want to bore my Facebook friends with it as we are all inundated and tired of long Facebook post about the election. But I would like an honest discussion and if I don't get these things down when I think of them well, ... let's just say I wanted to get it down. SO after that very long preface, if you are still reading, please read on and comment. I truly want to know what you think.
I think the electoral college is brilliant in many ways. However, I do wish it could somehow be more representative of the actual votes. Example: I wish the electoral college could still represent the Republicans who voted in California and the Democrats who voted in Texas. Instead of all or nothing electoral votes of most states (48 0f 50) could we not go to a more representative state by state electoral vote? The magic number would still be 270, but getting there would be vastly different and more representative of voters.
Over 14 million people did not vote in this election. I am willing to bet at least half of them live in either a predominately red or blue state and felt their vote would not make a difference be it the same or different from their states predominate party. Truly, I despise the whole red state, blue state thing. I want RED, WHITE & BLUE to represent every party, not just one. We are after all the UNITED States of America not the Divided States of America. Letting states vote all red or all blue, all democrat or all republican in the electoral college divides us more than we are truly already divided. Is there a reason this would not work? Is there a feasible way to make representative electoral voting happen? Would third parties mess this up? Please tell me what you think.
Having three kids with the same Mom and Dad you expect similarities. All my children started life with blond hair and blue eyes, like their Daddy. All my children were born earlier than my due date after my blood pressure began to rise and the doctors determined it was just time. All three were born on Wednesday mornings, after a light rain. Yes, all three. But that last one… well her delivery was textbook. Four pushes and there she was. Near perfect APGAR score. She was a great little eater. She was jaundiced though... a little more so than her brother and sister. The billy-bed came home with us. Back then I didn’t worry much about it. Now I truly wonder if that was what did it. Of course I wonder that about everything that ever happened to her. Every virus. Every fever. I guess I will never know for sure what caused her pancreas to go ca-put.
Today is Wednesday, June 8, 2011. It was nine months ago today that we found out. Funny ~ It was also a Wednesday and it had rained all night the night before. In fact, our electricity had gone out because of the storms. It was a crazy morning trying to get the big kids off to school with out power. I almost called and canceled her appointment, but something made me go. I knew something was wrong. I had my fears about what that something was, but I kept praying God would once again prove me wrong. In fact I think the main reason I made the appointment was that I wanted my fear erased. The only way to do that was to go and get my sweet 4 year, 2 month and 4 days old little girl checked out, even though she had just passed her 4 year check-up with flying colors 2 weeks earlier. But it was not to be. God didn’t prove me wrong. One finger prick and a long 4 seconds later and I knew. Ella Kate had diabetes.
In that moment, when the glucometer read 428, I felt like every dream I had ever dreamed for my little girl died. I felt a real pain in my chest like I had been hit. Fear like I had never known paralyzed me. I could not move. I could not speak. I think I may have even dropped something. But it just lasted for a minute, because in the next minute, my baby girl looked up at me and her little eyes were reflecting my fear. Before my mind could form a thought, my arms pulled her close and my mouth promised her “It will be OK. No matter what, you are going to be OK.” God must have been saying those words through me because somehow when I heard them coming out of my mouth, I knew they were true. I felt like God was promising that diabetes or not, Ella Kate was going to be OK. I truly believe he was. Believing that Ella Kate would be OK is what got me through that day, and every day since.
Now, nine months later, we are 9 months stronger, 9 months more tired, and 9 months more in love with our little girl. For 9 months we have been begging the heavens for a cure, for lower co-pays, and for more balanced blood sugars. It’s been 9 months of fear, finger pricks, shots that sting, and counting carbs… Endlessly counting carbs! But it has also been 9 months of friends loving Ella Kate, offering to learn to check sugars and give shots, and hugs, lots and lots of hugs.