Mr. Bodyguard ~ Part Seventeen

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“Every time I think I can finally see a light at the end of the tunnel, it ends up being a freight train coming right at me.”

The next morning, I called Mr. Bodyguard (my husband) at work I believe and he answered. He was so cold and distant as he said, “Did you have it?” I was shocked at how he spoke to me. I let him know that he had a daughter and we were going to be leaving the hospital that day. I asked him if he wanted to see his daughter and he told me that he would wait until the next day. He was in no hurry. He was cold and distant. I think he asked me what I had named her. I told him. It was a very short and very awkward conversation. I was disappointed and we hung up. Nothing… that was exactly how he made me feel. I felt like I meant nothing to him and I was alone. Luckily, my parents were with me. They were so happy to have a new grandchild. “DollFace” was their third. Since I am their only daughter, my child was different. They had full access to her since I was the mother. That is a different kind of experience than when sons have children. Watching them love on her and be happy was priceless. I think having “DollFace” and I with them forced them to put their marital problems on the back burner. This was a good thing.

Later that day, I got my things ready and my mother helped me with the baby. I was free to go home. Being pushed in the wheelchair down the hall with my new baby in my arms and my parents walking beside me was happy and sad at the same time. I sat in the backseat of my father’s car with “DollFace” and as we pulled up in front of our apartment, I saw my father-in-law. He was parked and waiting for us. My husband not being allowed at the hospital had also meant that no one in his family was told when I was in labor. My husband wasn’t the only one who missed out on the big event. This was unfortunate. None of them deserved to be cut out. They should of had every access to the baby and myself that my entire family had. Instead, they were denied every single moment at the hospital. My father-in-law came up to the car with a huge smile on his face and he was so happy. He really wanted to see his granddaughter and he just couldn’t wait. I thought it was so sweet. I loved my father-in-law. He was always so good to me. The sad part for me was that it was always my in-laws who showed up and, while I loved them dearly and I am so thankful they were always there for me, I missed my husband terribly and no one could take his place. My heart ached for him.

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That night, I decided to just lay down on my parents’ bed, instead of climbing the stairs to my room, and keep “DollFace” next to me. We were all exhausted. My father laid down on the couch in the living room and my mother laid down on the other side of the bed. Sometime during the night, a storm came up and the rain was really coming down. Usually, I would have been more aware, but I tried to just sleep through it. All of the sudden, I heard someone pounding on the front door. I could see the living room from my parents bed and I saw my father get up and walk towards the door. I heard a man’s voice say, ” IT’S FLOODING!” and I thought I heard him saying something about getting to higher ground, “NOW”. My father shut the front door and I watched him walk back to the couch and lay down. I was puzzled. I sat up and put my feet over the side of the bed and they touched the floor. As soon as my feet touched the floor, they were soaked in water. In the dark, I looked up over at the bedroom window which was above ground over our heads, I saw the water pouring in around it.


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I woke my mother and told her. I grabbed my baby and went to the living room where the stairs going up to my loft were. My mother and I tried to tell my father what was happening and he got up. He and I went up the stairs and I laid my baby on the bed. My father stayed with her and I went back down the stairs. My mother was at the front door where we had left my baby bag and things from the hospital. We were so exhausted when we got home, we just sat everything down and went to get some sleep. I heard glass breaking in the living room and water was coming through the windows like a river. I believe the landscaping logs that hit the underground living room windows and the water began to rise. My mother was tossing any of the baby’s things up to me and I was grabbing them. My father was yelling at us to just get upstairs. I wanted my baby’s birth certificate and her things form her birth. Finally, we ran up the stairs. The flood water chased us up the stairs and we escaped, but now we were trapped on the second floor. No food, no water, and no electricity. The huge windows in my bedroom that I loved looking out didn’t open. The street outside looked like a river. Our entire apartment below was underwater… 5 feet. The only way out was a small window that we could get open on the side of the apartment. It was the middle of the night and people began to be rescued. I could hear a man’s voice on the side walk down below. He realized we had a baby and were trapped.


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The fire department came and put up a ladder to my window. Luckily, my mother and I had thought to grab our shoes. My father had not and he refused to leave. He insisted on staying, trapped in the loft. The window wasn’t very big, and trying to climb out it with stitches from just having a baby was… a nightmare. I made my way out the window and down the ladder. I remember seeing the apartment manager in her nightgown, standing barefoot on the sidewalk next to the lower level windows of the below ground apartment. I watched as they passed my baby down the ladder and put her in my arms. It was raining and she was wrapped in a blanket. It was like a scene from a movie. I tried to keep her dry. The cars on the side of our apartment complex were underwater, including mine. A very nice gentleman took us to his pick up truck. He drove us through the water to a hotel that had electricity. He said the hotel was where they were taking the flood victims. It was close to the apartment and the highway. Since it was an emergency situation, the hotel staff checked us into a room and we tried to dry off.

I was worried about my father. I didn’t want to leave him trapped up there, but it was his choice. As we laid out the items we had managed to save, the birth certificate was there. It had gotten wet, but we had saved it. We had nothing. Just the clothes we were wearing and my baby’s bag. My purse was lost in the flood water and I had no ID, no food stamp card, no medical card, no money… I had nothing. My car was in water and the bank was about to repossess it anyways. Now, I find myself in hotel room… with a newborn baby. Thank the Lord I was breastfeeding her. I have no idea how I would have sterilized baby bottles in a hotel room! Or how would I have bought and heated up baby formula. This was a NIGHTMARE. We were… homeless. I had no choice, I picked up the phone in the hotel room and I called my husband…



*My thoughts, my feelings, my story and my opinions are my own. I don’t want to cause any trouble for my family members who are preachers and the ministries they have built. I love and respect them. It is not my desire to hurt anyone or the images they have made for themselves. That being said, I am not above or beneath anyone and I have a right to share my story just like anyone else.


Amazed By His Grace,

Purple Rose


Mr. Bodyguard ~ Part Eighteen

Mr. Bodyguard ~ Part Sixteen


8 thoughts on “Mr. Bodyguard ~ Part Seventeen

  1. Stuart L. Tutt says:

    What a horrific thing to go through right after having a baby.

    You have been through so much sis. You keep telling me how strong I am dealing with everything. Yet I read about your life and all you have been through and I’m like yeah, I’m not as strong as you are.

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    • Purple Rose says:

      Yes, it was horrible. I know it all happened, it’s just crazy that I kept going.

      I am very good at seeing and recognizing strength in others, but not myself a lot of the time. I think because of the anxiety and PTS I have now, I feel weak. I lose sight of the fact that I act/feel the way I do BECAUSE of how strong I was and what all I went through. The body can only take so much and being strong will catch up to you eventually if you don’t handle stress properly or have emotionally healthy people in your life. DollFace is helping me see how strong I am and writing about my life has helped.

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