I started, last year sometime, telling you “my story”. So, I gave you a few installments but I couldn’t express how crochet and knitting saved my life. I told you about my childhood (briefly) and what I thought was important for you to know then. Things have changed so much for me, since then, I am able to look back and see what the Lord was doing. I don’t know how this is going to come out so please bear with me!
I have always expressed myself best in art. Written word, not so much. Spoken word, ad nauseum. Drawing and coloring what I have drawn; both realistic and abstract. The hospital I was in back in the late 1980’s had a wonderful art therapy department. Ceramics, silver smithing, general art, enamel powder on metal. The ceramics were actual clay, fire in a kiln, glaze, refire. Over the years it took a back seat to intellectual pursuits. School, self study, work, more school, work, more work. When my identity was challenged, (because due to mental health challenges, I could no longer work as a nurse), and my daughter moved to Kentucky and I didn’t know where she was. Not a mom and not a nurse. I started exploring myself (without that stuff) through art. Then coping through knitting and finally coping through crochet. The positive feedback I received catapulted me straight up into functionality, where I can be a nurse and a grandma, much healthier because I know who Tanya Joy really is.
My Dad and I went to Paducah, Kentucky to visit my daughter May 16 through May 19, 2016. She has just turned 21 at the end of March. Oh, I was so blessed to see her! There is some family stuff that I am not at liberty to share at this point. When I continue my story this piece will be revealed at that time. Just suffice it to say that we hadn’t seen each other for over 5 years. She cried and I cried as she hugged on my neck. My Dad was so funny. Every time we started crying her always cracked a joke so that the emotional tension would be relieved.
We accomplished a lot while we were there but there is more that needs to be done. She doesn’t have a car so getting to other parts of the city are hard to get to because you have to use the expressway to get, for instance to the downtown area. I guess there is a bus system but my daughter doesn’t use it. Since she doesn’t have a car, we did errands for her. We took her to a laundromat to do her laundry. It is a challenge to get to a grocery store so we took her grocery shopping. My Dad even bought her a lovely set of curtains for her front window. My Dad is 79 years old and climbed up on a chair to put up the curtains! He is such a blessing.
There wasn’t any room for both of us to spend the night. Dad went to a local motel and I slept on the couch. Daughter and I had a wonderful time enjoying our evening that we had together. I even made her a little lamb amigurumi animal. Unfortunately I didn’t take any pictures of it.
If you would like to contact me to create a custom doll or animal for you or a loved one, e-mail me at Tanya@cabincrochetcreations.com or call at 815-345-7852. This is the doll that I made for my daughter’s birthday. She also has on the “deer” hat I made her. The color of the dolls hair is exactly the color hers was before she colored her hair! May you be blessed!
I got pregnant when Baby was almost 3 years old. I had been working at a sweet food store in the Mall. I had advanced to an Assistant manager and another store recruited me to be the Manager of a retail store that sold hair care products! I worked at this store for about a year and then left because I was expecting Baby 2. When I was expecting Baby 1, I did what a lot of women do. I ate whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted and gained 75 pounds! Well Baby was only 8 pounds 8 ounces, so I had A LOT of weight to lose! I became pregnant with #2 when I was 5 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight. So, I ate very healthy, drank gallons of water and skim milk instead of 2 %. I found a pregnancy exercise tape and did that 3 times a week. For all my efforts I still gained exactly 75 pounds! I guess my body needed the weight for Baby!? When Baby 1 was three and a half years old, I went into labor with Baby 2. At the hospital they hooked me up to a monitor and they said I was in very early labor. The monitor was not picking up the contractions. They kept saying that the contractions were not very strong. The nurses said they didn’t think I was in labor. They did a test to see if my water was leaking not completely broken and that convinced them reluctantly, that I was in labor. Suddenly my water broke! After a while, the nurses checked my dilation and it was only about 1/2 inch. In about 12 hours it still hadn’t budged. After 8 more hours they decided that they would start Pitocin, a medication to increase the strength of the contractions. To me they were plenty strong! That stupid monitor! What was wrong?? I was on it for quite a while, maybe 12 more hours. The doctor checked me and I was still only dilated 1/2 inch. He decided that they would discontinue the Pitocin, give me a sleeping pill, send Husband home and restart the medication in the morning. So, they administered the sleeping pill and a little while later checked my dilation (be I was NOT sleeping!!) and it was at 7 inches! You give birth at 10 inches! It was about 11:15 pm and after they wheeled me into the delivery room, there was not a doctor around to deliver my baby! They called the doctor and Husband to tell them to come immediately. The nurses were literally holding my baby in!! The nurses called the Resident-On-Call and she delivered my beautiful Baby Girl. Shortly after Husband came in the door and then the doctor arrived. I find it funny that the father got to the hospital before the doctor! The next morning they woke me early to sign a consent form. They needed my permission to insert an IV because she had gone septic because my water had been broken for 52 hours and they did not do a C-section. My beautiful Baby Girl was a very sick little girl. They gave her amoxicillin, gentamicin and vancomycin. There is a risk of deafness with the anibiotics. After a week of this treatment she was well enough to come home.
To be continued…