First Blog

Ok, this is my very first ever blog. Sooo, I'll tell you a little about myself!

My real name is Lindsay, but I've been known as "Luci" all of my life. My grandpa (RIP Papa) started calling me Luci before I was even born. I prefer it to Lindsay.

I met the love of my life, Chuck, in May 2003. We started dating on July 4th of that year. September 19, 2003 he asked me to be part of his life forever. On November 20, 2003 I became "Mrs Chuck". We moved fast, I know. I also gained two stepdaughters, who are nearly the same age as me. I am only 8 years older than Tammara, Chuck's oldest daughter. I'm ten years older that Marrissa, his other daughter. Adjusting to married life, and being a stepmom was alot harder than I could ever have imagined. To make things more complicated, I found out I was pregnant a month later!

Fast forward to August 2, 2004. My precious daughter Tessa Brianna came into the world, 4 weeks early, but healthy as could be. At 5 lbs 13 oz, she was a tiny perfect piece of my heart. The next 4 years flew by. I really don't know what happened to those days!

On September 12, 2008 (I'm giving a shorter version of my life here) I got a positive pregnancy test. Holly Hell! What was I going to say to Chuck?? We had talked about having another baby, but he was pretty adament about talking me out of it. He was in the bed, so I sat down and told him that we needed to talk. He shot out of the bed. "What? What's wrong?" I said "I think I may be pregnant." I showed him the test-barely the faintest line on there! He relaxed and said "Well, what is there to talk about? I'm pretty sure I was out of town the day you got pregnant" (He hadnt been out of town without me in over 2 years-it was his way of comic relief) He then told me that everything would be fine. I was due May 31.

He was much more into this pregnancy than he was with Tessa. I think perhaps he knew it would be the last. I couldn't wait to find out what I was having. I KNEW it was a girl, because he already had 3! He didn't know how to hold it to produce a boy lol. My grandma paid for me to have a 3d/4d ultrasound done for my birthday. The only day they could get me in, Chuck couldnt go because he had finals at school. My best friend in the whole world, Ashli took me.

I got home, and handed him the little photo album. I said "here honey, look at your daughter" His face kinda fell, he said "OK" Then I said "But something is wrong with her, I have to tell you" He was like "OH CRAP! What is wrong?!?" I said "well, she kinda grew a goober. It's a boy!!" His face was priceless. I think I may have a picture that was taken right after that, I'll try to add it.

Anyway, I'm rambling....Short version, short version. Maybe if I chant it, I'll remember not to ramble....

Everything was going good. My little boy was thriving and I was feeling great. On March 26, my world came to a halt. My grandpa was diagnosed with cancer. They thought just in the lungs. Within a month, it was found to be ALL over his body. Every organ. On May 16, 2009, my grandpa gave up his battle. His visitation was scheduled for Tuesday, May 19-Chuck's birthday. On Monday, May 18, I went into labor. I didn't tell any of my family, because they too were dealing with the death of my beloved Papa. I went to the hospital, just me and Chuck, and was admitted. Tuesday, May 19, Chuck's birthday, at 8:51 pm (DURING Papa's visitation) I gave birth to our son, Liam Anthony. At 7lbs 3 oz he was bigger than his sister was, and the epidural didnt work this time! Now, at 5 months old, he is a blessing to us. He loves his big sister, and has recently learned how to roll over in both directions, sit up, and get to the trash can in his walker!

Fast forward again...June 21, Father's Day. We had been living with Chuck's parents, with our 5 year old and newborn baby, taking care of my father in law around the clock-he was also diagnosed with lung cancer. I was sitting up with my father in law, while Chuck's mom was in her room asleep, and Chuck was napping on the couch. (they had taken the night shift) anyway, at 12 pm, my father in law took his last breath. How much more can I handle?

Well, it gets worse. I had to have my gallbladder removed on August 27. No insurance, and the bills are currently hovering around $20,000. THEN, more! My sister in law passed away suddenly on September 9 from liver and kidney failure. She was 33 and fine the week before.

Ok, this blog is forever long, and kinda depressing there at the end, so I'll end this one and post happier stuff later :)

Oh, and I'm 24, a 911 operator/dispatcher and Chuck is in school full-time. He will graduate in May and be a social worker!