I'll start out with giving a little background before I delve into the actual "day". Triscuit was born on July 6th, 2001. The WHOLE birthing experience scared the CRAP out of me because we almost lost him (the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck 3 times. When I went in for my induction appointment, they couldn't find his heartbeat. I was at the hospital in less than 5 minutes and from there, it took another 6 minutes to get me prepped and him ripped out of me. The doctors worked REALLY fast to save his little life). The 9 weeks that I had off for maternity leave was pretty scary...I freaked out over EVERY little thing! I hardly slept...not because HE didn't sleep, but because I was afraid to close my eyes. I was SO scared I was going to lose him while he slept, so I just watched him breath all night. I knew that I was going to have to go back to work and I dreaded EVERYDAY that went by, because I KNEW that meant leaving Triscuit was that much closer.
Forward 9 weeks to September 11th, 2001
September 11, 2001, was my FIRST day back to work after having Triscuit. I was already upset because I had to leave my baby for the first time...and was ALSO fighting post pardum depression. I remember arriving to work, saying hello to everyone, showing pictures off of Triscuit, and shedding an occasional tear because I didn't want to be at work. Then, I hear someone say, "A plane has just flown into one of the World Trade Center Towers". I remember thinking, "Oh my God...How could a pilot NOT SEE SUCH A LARGE BUILDING???" I turned on my radio and a little while later, I hear, "A second plane has flown into the second tower". By this time, I KNEW something was fishy...but still didn't know WHAT. Our department got a TV and turned it on. We all watched in horror and shock. We all expected that the fire would be put out. We all EXPECTED it to be alright. Little did we know that we would witness the towers crumbling to the ground on LIVE TV. We started receiving phone calls from NY (at the time, I worked in a Pharmacy Services Dept. We helped with insurance coverage and computer overrides for special meds, vacations, lost meds, and MANY other things)...."so and so left their meds in the building as they fled." "So and so can't reach their home to take their meds, they need a few to get them by." We were flooded with calls from NY. By this time, we had gotten an E-mail from corporate saying, "WHATEVER THEY NEED...PLEASE GIVE IT TO THEM. NO QUESTIONS ASKED." THAT part of it wasn't difficult...the difficult part was hearing the people on the other line (pharmacists, pharmacy techs, patients) either TRYING to keep it together or CRYING their eyes out. For those of you that know me, I am a VERY compassionate person and have a HUGE heart. When they cried...I cried. Also being that it was my FIRST day back to work after having Triscuit, just made the day all that much worse. I was crying so hard! I remember shaking uncontrollably and wanting to do NOTHING but go home and hold my son. I kept thinking, "We are going to war....I just KNOW it. What is going to happen to us? What will happen to my son?" I know it sounds crazy even THINKING that way but because I am from a military family, I KNOW what war is. I KNOW what "ultimate sacrifice" means. After my work day was over, I drove home like a zombie. I was so worn out from the day! That evening, all I did was hold my 9 week old Triscuit and cry.
PHEW! That felt good to get off of my chest! I haven't really been able to talk about that for a long time. Feels good to let it out!
As the day progresses...remember what YOU were doing that day. I would really love to hear YOUR stories, so feel free to SHARE!!!
Also...if you know a policeman or a firefighter...take some time out of your day and say "Thank you". AND regardless of how you feel about the war or WHO you are voting for, remember the people in our military (either current members or past members). THEY are the one that are fighting to keep this country safe. THEY are willing to sacrifice the ultimate to keep US free. The least we can do is say, "Thank You!"
To all the people that I know that were in the military...I want to say THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART! I appreciate EVERYTHING you have done for us! I love you guys!
John M (Step Grandfather - Airforce)
Celba C (Biological Grandfather - Airforce)
William K (Father - Airforce)
David M (Uncle - Army)
Kalani C (Cousin - Army - CURRENT - was recently involved in a road side bombing of his vehicle. HE was the only one to survive)
Ren Ren (Best Friend - Navy)
Ronnie (Friend - Army)
If I'm forgetting someone...ANYONE...please let me know. I will GLADLY add you to my list!
WE WILL NEVER FORGET!!!

I wanted to add something...especially to my Father.
Dad...I know I wasn't even a THOUGHT in your mind when you served, but through the years YOU'VE taught ME the value and importance of our military. You've taught me that REGARDLESS of WHO is the Commander and Chief, those in the military are to do ONE thing and ONE thing only....Protect our Families and our Freedom. Thank you...from the bottom of my heart for teaching me that valuable lesson. Remember how I told you that I wanted to join the Airforce when I turned 18...and then do you remember how you told me, "Over my dead body"? Well....although I was SO angry with you over that (for a while), I understood where you were coming from. I love and respect you with every fiber of my being! I love you, I love you, I love you!!!!
Love to all! Thank you for reading!