Dr. Michael Magichands

To set up this story, let me take you back five years, to the summer Jeremy and I were first married. We were more adventurous then (and lacking wisdom) and would often go bridge-jumping. On one occasion, Jeremy decided to swing from a rope off the bridge, which broke and threw him (15 ft or more?) to land on his back in just inches of water. That summer marked the beginning of chronic back pain for him. His job as an auto detailer never helped things, but he managed to survive.

Fast forward to this spring, 2009. We bought our first house to accomodate our growing family and moved in mid-March. One evening Jeremy spent countless hours moving boxes from our 3rd story apartment to the new house (I told him to wait until more people could help, but he wanted to get as much done on as his own as possible). And by the way, if you've had chronic back pain for nearly five years, it's ok to let other people help you move. Needless to say, the move was horrible for his back, and his health took a pretty big nosedive. He finally went to a doctor when just getting out of bed was a major struggle. They took x-rays, told him his muscles had seized up and sent him home with painkillers and muscle relaxants. The drugs started making him really sick, to the point that he couldn't eat anything (or keep anything in) for over a week. He couldn't stay at work, if he could go at all. And the pain was unbearable. It was one of the most helpless times I've ever had in my life. The worst night was when I came out of the bathroom to find Jeremy on the floor in the hallway, eyes rolled back, sweating profusely, and mumbling. I really wondered if I was watching him die (and I'm about as optimistic as they come...)

Five weeks ago, Jeremy finally agreed to try a chiropractor as a last resort. He had been VERY anti-chiropractor up until that point, but traditional medicine had been a total bust. So, with a dear friend's referral, we headed to see Dr. Michael Jorgenson, a chiropractor in Ames. Now, I don't mean to be overly dramatic about it, but seriously, he saved our life. He took the time to really get to know Jeremy and hear all about his history. He gave an in-depth exam and took the time to go over all the x-rays with us, which by the way, CLEARLY show a bulging disc and misaligned vertebrae, among other issues (thanks for nothing traditional medicine?). And then gave us HOPE. Hope that he could help. Hope that Jeremy would be feeling significantly better in 6-8 weeks. Hope that Jeremy could be feeling as good as "pre-rope-swing" days by the end of this summer!

After visiting Dr. Michael (who we now call Dr. Michael Magichands...) two times a week for the last five weeks, I have seen such a change in my husband. He's probably the healthiest that I've ever seen him. He bought a season pass to Ames' pools so he can swim laps after work. And then after dinner, he takes Jack on a 30-45 minute bike ride. He's changed his diet a lot and eats things like grilled chicken salads, apples, gluten-free pasta, and he drinks Smart Water instead of soda. Seriously, WHO IS THIS GUY??

This summer is shaping up to be so much different than what I was prepping myself for. I'm so thankful for Dr. Michael. I'm so thankful that we've been given a second chance. I'm so thankful that Jeremy can play with his son (and in less than 6 months, second child!). And I'm so thankful that the despair we felt just five weeks ago has been replaced with hope for our future.

Empty house

It's just after 11:30 on a Saturday evening and for the first time in over a year, I'm alone (excluding, of course, the precious child hanging out in my womb). Jack is having his first overnight without parents (he's staying with Nana & Pops), and it's very strange to not have him sleeping in his room. Jeremy is at a bonfire with a few friends, and I have the house to myself. I've been playing piano and singing loudly just because I can, but this isn't something I ever want to get used to. I am so in love with my family, and I hardly know what to do with myself without them here!

Key word being "hardly." There are dishes to be done, laundry to be put away, and a pillow & bed calling my name. So off I go!

The things I could do!

My mother-in-law watched Jack for an hour and a half this afternoon so that I could get a few things done around the house. It's amazing how much you can get done without a toddler running around undoing half your work! In that time I:

*finished making dinner (pork spareribs)
*cleaned out my car
*cleaned half the house (granted, our house is small and it was a quick cleaning)
*did two loads of laundry
*organized a closet

This makes me wonder what on earth I did with my time before Jack was here. But he is worth every minute of my time, and I am so thankful that I get to be his mama. It's the best job in the world!!

So now that my work is done for the night, I'm going to pop some popcorn and watch tv.....ahhhh.

5 years and counting..

Jeremy and I celebrated our five-year anniversary last night. We ate at Red Lobster and gave speeches to one another...

Amanda to Jeremy: I've really enjoyed being your wife.

Jeremy to Amanda: It's been a laugh. Thanks for making the last five years not a total waste of time.

Cheers to that! But in all honesty, being Jeremy's wife has been amazing! Getting married at the age of 20 was a little scary, but I can say with all my heart that I am SO thankful we did. It's kind of cliche to say, but Jeremy really is my very best friend. I never get sick of being with him, and he puts up with me quite graciously. I laugh most of the time that I'm with him and miss him all of the time that I'm not with him. I fell in love with him the day I saw him weep over someone's soul and knew then that there was something very special about him. I'm continually impressed by his character, honesty, loyalty, and goodness. He's an awesome father, and I hope Jack realizes someday how fortunate he is to have Jeremy as his dad.

I snagged a good one. :)