Jaci Dawn

Yesterday I posted all the fun photos from the weekend but the weekend was not all fun and games. We had some serious drama going on.

My youngest has been living on her own (with her boyfriend) for a year and a half now. That relationship came to a screeching halt over the past few days. I have only heard one side of the story and it is all I am ever likely to hear: the ex-boyfriend is permanently estranged. What happened, happened. My girl acted in anger and the consequences run deep.

She was not unjustified and in the same place, I would have made the same call. But the decision put her in harm’s way and she can no longer live in the same apartment – or even allow the ex-boyfriend to know where she is living.

I put all of this to my son-in-law on Friday when he came to pick up the boys. He agreed to leave his Saturday open to help the girl move, and I am so thankful he was there.

The ex-boyfriend did show up. Sam was able to calmly disarm the situation (mind you, he picked up a good sized board and struck a threatening pose and he is over 6′ tall). Sam also made certain Chrystal’s name was removed from the apartment lease so she would not be liable for any damages. In short, he was a knight in shining armor and I feel especially blessed to have him as a member of this family.

Thank you, Sam.

Chrystal is in a safe place now and can start life out on her own – truly on her own, this time.

There was drama in yet another part of my life, too, but of a very different kind. My daughter-in-law is pregnant with her second child. And this child wants to come early. Too early by two weeks.

Kaci has been stuck in a hospital taking anti-labor drugs since late last week. They’ve taken her off of the stop-labor IVs, but she’s on muscle relaxers and strict bed rest for the next two weeks. At least that is what I have gleaned from the couple phone calls and many FaceBook status posts.

Two weeks in a hospital waiting for a baby to come. UGH. I can’t imagine. I’d go stark raving mad with boredom, not to mention not being warm enough or being able to sleep or…

Tonight I put together a little Care package of books from Dover Publication for her and sent it off. Too bad I didn’t know sooner that she was going to be stuck there on her birthday or I could have ordered the books in time for her birthday.

Did I mention she’s stuck in the hospital for her birthday? She missed Hallowe’en with her son, Justin. She’s spending her birthday – well, you get the picture. She’s not a happy camper.

As I understand it, if labor progresses despite all the measures, they will no longer attempt to stop it. But they are actively trying to keep her from going back into labor until the baby is at least 36 weeks along.

Talk about depressing.

So if you happen to think of it, send some prayers up for my girls. I’m thinking they need it right now.