The morning of the Just Relax party, we saw a teaser photo posted on Facebook by one of the people responsible for all of this wonderful madness. You guys? This party? It was legit. This was the photo:
|It was too legit.|
Too legit to quit.
|Decorations, made by people from all over the place and mailed to Ohio|
for our party.
My friend Andrea has a recap here, with lots of pictures. I took a few pictures that night, mostly to document the existence of this ridiculous shirt:
The prizes for raffle and auction were INSANE. I don't know how many there were, but I walked around the table a few times and was still surprised when I saw the things people won.
|Is that tiger shirt up for raffle? No?|
The temperature was in the mid-90's on the day of the party and the venue did not have air conditioning. So basically it was hot as a motherfucker. I think we were all a bit worried about it, but it ended up being fine and I don't think anyone let the heat get in the way of the fun. Plus, I learned a new term: swussy. It's like swamp ass, only more classy.
Sometimes I say something that I find to be so hilarious that I keep saying it over and over to people and I know that it's pretty obnoxious but I can't stop. The night of the party, someone brought me my own special beer (Sam Adams Summer Ale OMGYUM). And any time someone told me they love Summer Ale, I'd say, "It would be nice of me to share, but I'm not nice, so I won't."
|Me with my beer, which I refused to share|
with people who were giving me money because
they are nice feel bad about my ridiculous life situation.
Not sure exactly what I'm up to. Looks like maybe I'm minding the stepchildren?
The food was delicious and the music was fab - there was live entertainment and some DJ action. We got to see all of our friends and family that we haven't had time to see since December. We ate and drank and laughed and we really did relax, which I think was the point.
|Finally! Someone else who enjoys making ridic faces in photos!|
At the end of the night, the total was announced and it made me cry. Which, doesn't happen a lot as my heart is essentially a blackened little piece of scrap metal. I have no idea who donated what, so I can't do formal thank you cards. But I know that a lot of people were involved who read this blog and don't even know us (well, know us in real life - you know pretty much everything because I overshare, which, you are welcome, HA!) but donated money and prizes and wrote us nice cards and letters. The gross cash donation total was over $15,000. I have no idea what the prizes were worth, but there were a ton of prize donations.
|Don't we look relaxed?|
Not for long, as per usual.
At the end of the night, we packaged up a bunch of leftover dinner and desserts and took them to the NICU. Ainsley was having a rough night, and two days later, her right lung collapsed again and she had to come off of the home vent. Who didn't see that coming? Really, she has a two week routine of: OK, good, great, not-so-great, hmmmm wonder what's wrong, crappy.
|Dis mah trach.|
Lately I've come to realize that we've been thinking of going home as this big relief when it actually isn't. I mean...to a point it is a relief - we live 40 minutes away from Akron Children's, and it will be so nice to not have to drive there and back all the time. But it's not going to decrease the level of stress because we will have to care for a very sick little girl and keep life as normal as possible for a very active big girl.
It's all very terrifying, if I'm being quite honest. And knowing that we have so many people out there supporting us doesn't make it any less terrifying, but it does make it a lot less lonely. So, thank you so much. Really. From the bottom of my blackened little heart.
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