Overwhelmed

I need to post this to remember this time of my life when I felt the most overwhelmed I have ever felt in my life. It's so crazy being a control person but not having any control over situations. God has that control and I am learning each and every day to just pray and trust his path for myself and my family.

Last weekend was a great weekend. We enjoyed visiting our WI family and watching Tate play in the annual Neenah Streetball 3 on 3 Basketball tournament. It's something he has done since I have known him and it's an annual event we go back for every June if our schedule allows. It's in his hometown and he's played with his friends since high school (heck may even be middle school) but it's something he truly enjoys. It's one of those things I could see them playing until they were 50 (they have different leagues for age and level of competition).

Best friends reunited with their minis

Well..this year, they won. They got first play in their bracket and we were all so excited for the guys! Tate's won before, but never with these other 3 he played with so it was fun since they guys have played together the last few years. 

The bad news...Tate tore his Achilles during the championship game. Me not being a medical person I thought this was in his knee, not his ankle so I was thinking it was strange that the medical person was wrapping his ankle. haha. But then I learned what it was, the recovery and rehab needed and started to panic. Insert 'OVERWHELMING' feeling. (For others that don't know what the Achilles is...it's those tendons on the back of your ankle...OUCH).

Tate saw a doctor yesterday and sure enough, it is torn. Surgery is set for this Thursday. He really wants to be in a walking boot by the time this baby is born. I'm trying really hard to stay positive through all of this. It's difficult but I do NOT plan to sulk and feel sorry for myself. I not only now have a toddler to take care of by myself, I have to tend to Tate's needs and still take care of myself and continue to grow a healthy baby inside of me. 

The to do list is still never ending and now I have a laid up husband who can't do much to help. We did figure out some ways for him to help last night until his leg fell asleep. I just plan to let a lot of things go and know that everything can't be done. I am thankful that it's only a torn tendon and not anything that took him from me. I still have my husband, just a handicap version for a while.

So if you could say a lil' prayer that Tate has a great surgery on Thursday, that God gives me the strength to get through this overwhelming time and patience that I will need...I would be forever grateful. I know we will be fine...If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.