A great vacation that turned into a nightmare..

Our trip to Euless, TX was definitely one to remember. I flew my family out there so that they could meet my brother and so that I could meet my niece whom was welcomed into this world 2 weeks ago!

I enjoyed majority of my time there and especially loved spending quality time with my other niece Raviahna who is 10 years old. I also addressed her as my daughter but that's just how I feel about her. I feel as if she is the little girl I never had or am going to get any time soon!

My little brother Junior and his girlfriend are not married so he was only able to get his baby a few hours each day while we were there but that was good enough for me. It was so nice to visit somewhere with perfect weather and perfect company!! I love my family out there so much. The trip at the time, was very much needed.

We didn't really do much site seeing as I felt like all my time was spent shopping for my nieces and going to eat!! I mean this is one of many last minute trips! The kind of trip that we plan a day or two before we go. While out there we went to feed FISHES not DUCKS like we do at home, so this was different and crazy to me!!LOL!! But my brother reminded us that we are in what he called the "GHETTO".LOL.



We even stopped to see the Dallas Stadium as Toa is a huge Cowboys fan..


Other then that we even met some of Toa's family out there, who coincidentally lived a block away from my brother! It was nice to meet them. They were very outgoing and funny! They are full Tongan but speak fluent Samoan as well. So did all of there 8 children. It was kind of neat to see and hear them talk. They were a very humble family. Just being out there for the few days really showed me what the true meaning of southern hospitality was. Although they did not have much they offered us boxes of fruit to return home with and fed us as if we were a family of 20!! I loved it.

Well Saturday came and we were to return home. However we spent majority of the day at the airport trying to get home as we were flying standby and kept getting bumped off. Well our luck finally came as there was only two of four of the seats needed available on the last flight coming home to Salt Lake. Seeing that my husbands family had a gathering that night, we decided that my husband and my eldest son should go while Kj and I stayed back to catch the morning flight which was at 5:30am:(

After Toa left we caught a shuttle to the nearest hotel so that we can eat and catch a few hours of shut eye before going back to the airport. Forgetting I only had my husbands credit card on me, we had to walk to the nearest ATM to grab cash so that we could check in, which was at gas station about half a block away from the hotel. ugh.. I dreaded the walk as the street lights were poor making the walk there uncomfortable to me as I hate the dark. I also had to walk with our carry on and jackets in both arms too. It sucked. We grabbed a few snacks to eat and the cash needed. Once we returned back to our hotel we were finally checked in (what a relief).

We befriended a very nice couple on the elevator who kept complimenting Kj on his eyes and smile! However not too long after we got off the elevator to go to our room I started to feel a little woozy. I mean I couldn't shake the feeling. As we got closer to our room, I saw our room number on the wall and I saw me reaching for the room key and that was the last thing I remember.

I woke up to hearing my baby crying hysterically and being surrounded by paramedics and the nice couple whom I had assumed was already in there room as they exited the elevator before me.

Everyone kept asking me questions about what had happened or how I was feeling, when all that was running through my head was "Where is my son?" and "What is going on?" I started to cry, not because of the throbbing headache or neck pain I felt at the time but because of the fear I could hear in my sons cry. It was one of the worse noise I have ever heard in my life. I tried to get up and show him I was okay but again I felt dizzy. So I laid back down and just held his hand. I wanted to be home so badly as I too was very scared because things like this never happen to me. I was rushed to the emergency to make sure both baby and I were okay. All I heard the whole way there was Kj crying. I felt so helpless. Toa stayed on the phone with Kj until we got to the hospital in which my brother was waiting. My brother was doing his best to comfort my son and bring him food but it wasn't the same. Kj wanted to feel the security and comfort that only his dad could make him feel as did I.

There were a few things that had caused me to faint but it was mostly due to stress, high blood pressure and dehydration. The baby was fine and kicking the whole time I was there.

I was released around midnight or somewhere in the early morning. In which I went back to my brothers house and freshened up and went straight back to the airport more determined now then ever to get home. Toa kept telling me to wait for him as he too was trying to catch another flight back out to Dallas, TX to get me and Kj but I refused to stay any longer. I made the flight back home and the whole way home I could not stop staring at my son and thinking about how scared yet brave he was and how scary this experience must have been for him. I am so blessed to have a son as brave as him!

I am also very grateful that I was able make it back to the hotel and not faint while J-walking across the dark road while walking to the gas station. Experiences like these make one realize how grateful we should be for the blessing that we have in our lives and the blessings that surround us.

I'm also grateful for the hotel guest who stood there with me and tried comforting my son while this was going on. Thank you hotel guest. You are the greatest! Words can't describe how grateful I am for all that I have and all that I was given.