Hi and welcome to The Old Summers Home. It is an honour to receive a nomination for the Versatile Bloggers Award. This award has been around for quite some time and has a website in its honour to show the many other nominees! I can not tell you how humbled I am to receive this nomination. The blogging community support blows me away! In my acceptance of this nomination criteria states, I must comply by telling you 7 facts about me. However, I will do this a bit differently than what has been done in the past. I have decided to share our story which has changed our lives.

Being Nominated for The Versatile Bloggers Award

Ashley from The Irish Twins Momma has given me this award nomination. I’m truly honoured by this nomination. Ashley is also a DIY craft blogger as well as a mom blogger. She has a lot of great tips on her site for all of us busy moms. For being new to this blogging world Ashley has been rocking it, so make sure to check her out her blog. Thanks so very much, Ashley, for the Versatile Bloggers Award nomination!

I have learnt that blogging is time consuming not only when writing but for everything else behind the scenes. Not only do we create content, but we also do photography, we create graphics, we add in HTML code to our sites, we share and promote on social media and we grow and reach out to other bloggers.

Above all else, we support each other and we learn from each other. We help each other to grow and succeed. The blogger community is amazing in so many ways. I just want to say thank you so much to all the bloggers out there who have helped me along this journey!

The Versatile Bloggers Award – 7 Facts About Me

I have decided to get real with all of you. You will get to know me a bit better and more in-depth. In order to share 7 facts about me with you, I would like to share a little of our story that has shaped me into who I am today.

These 7 facts about me are the events that changed our lives forever making us who we are today!

#1 of 7 Facts about me- I’m a mom to a singleton and twins!

When we had our oldest daughter we knew we wanted more than one child. I had a rough pregnancy with her and the doctors were concerned with how much it took out of me. After a scary delivery, we welcomed Abigail into the world and for the first time in my life, I was responsible for another human being’s life 24/7, 365 days a year. No pressure or anything ;).

Our first baby, perfectly healthy and welcomed to the world.

Our dreams of a second baby were not well responded to by my doctors after our first high-risk pregnancy. Getting pregnant and staying pregnant was proving to be a struggle again. I was ready to give up trying.

Finally, we were pregnant again but something was wrong

When I found out I was pregnant with twins I was in an emergency room with my good friend Wanda, actually the exact room I was in for my past miscarriage. I thought I was having another miscarriage and I was profoundly shattered. The doctors thought it was an ectopic pregnancy and sent me for an emergency scan. I just wanted the nightmare to end. I can still remember the fear.

Twins do not run in our family, so when they came back to ask me if that was the case, I really didn’t know what they were getting at. Yes, I was completely NAIVE, haha. I remember thinking they were going to say they thought I lost a baby but perhaps it was twins because they saw a heartbeat.

Instead, they told me that one of the babies was on a cyst, which had become inflamed from all my yard work. They said that I needed to see a specialist soon.

At that moment I found out was going to be a mother to not two children but three, just like that. This was the day, unbeknownst to me, that I would change forever.

Abby and I during my twin pregnancy getting in some cuddles during my bedrest time.

The shock of it all

I will never forget calling Josh to tell him. There is a lot of shock and awe while hearing you are expecting twins. I think it lasts for almost two years after they are born. Some moms say longer and I suppose if I were to think about it a bit I would still be shocked haha.

Josh was working in Alberta at the time, as he had started to do so just before our oldest daughter turned one. It was the hardest thing on our relationship that I thought we would ever face. He was just as shocked as I was when I told him there were two babies and no miscarriage. Soon he would have to return home to help with Abigail as things worsened.

#2 of 7 Facts about me- I’m an advocate

When we found out we were expecting twins, things were not a joyful love story filled with sunshine and lollipops. In fact, we were told to terminate our smallest baby if not the entire pregnancy because there was just no way they both would survive. All pins and needles each week.

I started researching and reaching out to other twin moms and came to the decision that I needed to trust in God and advocate for my two unborn babies as best as I could. To me, it was not my choice, I had lost and been left broken, if that was to happen again then it was God’s will, not mine. I could not bear to give up on these two sweet precious babies. I prayed for strength and endurance. Little did I know how much I would need.

Being a high-risk pregnancy with two IUGR babies trying their best to grow inside of me had some major tolls on my health. A few health issues became too much and therefore bedrest became an annoying reality for me.

Prepare for the worst

We were expected to deliver by 24 weeks gestation because they assumed our tiny one would start to fail. The smallest one had a velamentous cord insertion as well as marginal cord insertion. She was below the first percentile. Our bigger baby was at one point the 67th percentile, however, she dropped down to the 3rd percentile.

Our bags were packed from week 22 onward. We had no idea where our journey would take us. But our doctors told us to prepare for the worst.

By then we knew they were girls and we started to choose their names. Giving them names helped us have some faith. I remember talking to them, telling them to be strong, telling them how much I loved them and that we had this. I had this overpowering feeling of protection and love for these two babies we hadn’t met yet but seen every week on ultrasound.

When we had our NICU tour they did not have a baby that was the estimated size of our biggest let alone our smallest. Our smallest was under 500grams at 24 weeks, most hospitals will not save a baby under 500 grams yet ours wanted to deliver them at his time. Looking back now I fear that they would not have helped her and I thank God that we were able to keep going forward with the pregnancy.

Preterm Labour & Snowstorms

My girls were spunky even in utero and decided to give us preterm labour at 25 weeks, 28 weeks and again at 34 weeks. Of course, because we live in Saskatchewan, we had our fair share of epic snowstorms before these girls finally came to meet us.

Being in the Hospital away from our oldest was gut-wrenching for me. She was only 2 and a half but she was so knowledgeable. Until this moment I had only ever spent one weekend away from her. We are so incredibly grateful to my cousin for taking her and keeping her busy and happy.

Immediately after the delivery of our twin girls.

The girls defeated all odds and made it to delivery at 35.4 weeks gestation. 11 weeks further than expected! To this day they still don’t follow the rule book haha. They were both so very tiny. Katey came to meet us at 1:33 pm weighing 3.15 lbs and Emily joined us at 1:38 pm weighing 2.7 lbs. Amazingly I was allowed to hold them quickly before they were whisked away off to NICU.

#3 of 7 Facts about me- I started a support group for SIUGR/IUGR babies

Our pregnancy taught me a lot of things and I wanted to help other moms who are told to terminate their SIUGR/IUGR babies. I began a Facebook group and filled my team with amazing members who have all gone through this before.

The SIUGR/IUGR Support group is #3 fact of 7 facts about me

Together we have advocated helping moms get the best care for the past 5 years. We have raised awareness of this often misconstrued diagnosis and we have helped to save many babies, which is an amazing feeling! We have had the opportunity to work with some of the leading fetal surgeons in the world to provide care to those members who were able to get them. How amazing is that?!?!

A group of loving, caring and supportive parents

One day I truly hope more research is done to prove the unsurmountable difference that can be made with expectant management. I believe it alone is the key to survival for SIUGR babies.

This group is full of loving caring and supportive parents who help and pray for each other. I have never seen a thing quite like it. I will share a link here for the group but please note that this group is only for SIUGR/IUGR parents. There are three questions to answer for approval to join the group. We like to keep the group secure to protect our members and give them a safe place to tell their stories. The SIUGR/IUGR Support Group on Facebook.

#4 of 7 Facts about me- I’m a Mom to a girl beyond her years

We really had no idea how much this sweet little almost 3 years old little girl understood. That is until one night she asked, “Mom, why are we still here if the babies are dead?” At that moment I realized she thought we lost the babies. She had yet been able to meet them. I had never felt like such a failure as I did at that moment.

“Mom, why are we still here if the babies are dead?”

Josh and I did our best to reassure her that everything was going to be ok. In our NICU, children under a certain age are not allowed inside to visit. This is a common rule among many NICUs. Not only that but our NICU was on lockdown after an outbreak of MRSA. Precautions are routine to protect these sweet little babies struggling for their lives. No phones or cameras were permitted in our NICU, due to the outbreak, for a period of time.

Later that day, I told our nurse what Abigail had said, crying as I retold the memory that saddened her so much. My heartfelt broken. Our NICU doctor overheard the story and told me to have her brought to the window and we would bring the babies and all their machines to meet her.

Seeing my oldest daughter’s excitement and instant love broke me into a puddle of tears. Tears of joy, tears of sadness and tears of overwhelm. To this day I’m still incredibly grateful to that doctor for what, to him, may have seemed like such a small thing but, to us, was absolutely everything.

A photo of the three girls during one of our short stays at home during the chaos that makes the 7 facts about me
Abigail has always loved being a big sister.

#5 of 7 Facts about me- We are a NICU Family

The girls were in NICU while the doctors sorted out some of their issues. We had many scares in NICU with NEC (necrotizing enterocolitis- this is a serious complication in newborn babies with their intestinal tract and death of the cells.) In the end, we find out, it is, in fact, FPIES on top of their milk protein allergy. (Food protein-induced enterocolitis syndrome- an allergy occurring in the GI tract that can be severe and chronic. Usually occurs in infant children.)

Josh with the girls in NICU during their stay.

During NICU we met some incredible people and some incredible foundations and communities of people. I wanted to share a bit about them with you. What most people do not understand is that when you are going through this, no one understands the feelings unless they themselves have been there at some time or another. So we all need a bit extra sometimes even from strangers.

Me with the girls in NICU, a chance to hold both at the same time was very rare.

The Ronald McDonald House Saskatoon

We stayed in the Ronald McDonald House Saskatoon for a very long time. The staff became part of our family and we grew to know other families and their stories as well. Josh and Abby spent most of their days in the Ronald McDonald house while I went to the NICU. It was very difficult for Abby and a huge adjustment. The staff made her feel like she was home. We will never forget what they have done for our family.


We also received tremendous support from Telemiracle. For those you who do not know what Telemiracle is, it is a foundation located in Saskatchewan. They help families with sick children get through the financial burdens of having a sick child. Every year they do a huge telethon to raise money. The love and support from our province and those surrounding are always amazing! They were amazing and so supportive to us and I became phone friends with them over time. They were instrumental in our surviving the first year and will always hold a special place in our hearts.

Our Community and Friends

Our small community and people we met along this crazy journey helped us get through. We received emotional support, fundraising and help with watching the girls. There are so many wonderful people that we have met along our journey, I could not even begin to mention them all.


SPOTTO is Saskatoon’s parents of twins and triplets organization. This is a group of amazing parents of multiples who would do anything to support a fellow twin family. They are such incredibly kind people. They help so much by showing us that we could get through anything, even this tough time.

Not how we hoped our first Christmas would go..

At 43 days old Katey was released from NICU to the Ronald McDonald House. At 46 days old, Christmas Eve, Emily was released from NICU as well. Things had been rough for them those first weeks so we opted to stay in Saskatoon for a few days to make sure they were ok. Christmas morning was full of love and excitement. I’m so very grateful for what the RMH did for our little girl to make it a Christmas she would remember.

Our first Christmas was short lived at the RMH and we were back in emergency with Emily.

However, by noon things went terribly wrong. Emily quit moving and turned blue. We rushed her into the hospital. They determined she was having absence seizures and a whole new world of medical confusion unravelled.

#5 of 7 Facts about me- Finding my inner momma bear

Alright, lots of people can say they are a momma bear and ‘hear me roar’. Calling myself a Momma Bear isn’t something I consider easy to do. In fact, it is something that still astonishes me. Yet it is deep inside all of us.

Over the next few months, the girls were both in and out of the hospital with severe eating intolerances and Emily with her seizure diagnosis.

Emily became worse and worse. Over time she became unable to eat food on her own and refused anything by mouth. Her failure to thrive became more and more severe. The seizure meds were very strong and one of the many side effects is loss of appetite. She continued to have these seizure-like attacks and instead of getting better they got worse and worse.

I fought day in and day out for someone to listen

I began to do as much research as I could, I talked to as many moms as I could find who had been in this situation and I pushed the doctors to further investigate. We worked endlessly to get her second, third, fourth opinions. We tried to get a hospital transfer to specialists she needed. I fought day in and day out for someone to listen to me and my gut feeling that things were not right.

#6 of 7 Facts about me- I’m a medical Mom

They began NG tube feeds but within a short period of time, she learned how to push the tube out and was becoming at risk of aspirating. They were convinced her gag reflex was causing the uncontrollable vomiting and food aversion. Soon she would have one of her first surgeries to become a g-tube baby. Unfortunately, things did not go well and just kept getting worse and worse.

Emily with her first feeding tube an NG feeding tube. Always smiling through it all. 7 facts about me and my family

We had meetings with everyone in the staff and pushed for answers. No more medicating or operating without a diagnosis or evaluation by a specialist in that field. (How the hell is that even a freaking thing?!?)

Never in my life have I felt such an incredible urge to fight back and make people hear me. To cut a very long story short I wrote a Facebook post pleading for someone, anyone to hear me. It became the changing factor in what would happen next.

Facebook plea for help and change

I am but one person, one voice, one woman, one mother but if we all join together we can make them listen.

Please help me help my daughter’s voice to be heard. Thank you.

Free Canadian health care; At the expense of quality of life.

I have been a Canadian my entire life and I have received some excellent health care, I have also received less than adequate health care. I have let it slide. Until now.

You ask why now? Because now it is my daughter’s life that is being destroyed by less than mediocre health care. Mistakes have been made and all we get are ‘oops’ or ‘we don’t know’. I want answers as I’m sure any other mother or father would agree. I’m tired of the over medicating and under investigating, I’m tired of the lack of consistency, the lack of follow up, the ‘sorry you fell through the cracks’. I’m tired of it all.

Here in Saskatchewan, there is no pediatric GI, therefore you would assume they would send you to see one in the next province where there, GIs are plenty. No. Not so fast. In order to go out of province, they must exhaust all options available. They can even do surgery without a diagnosis. They can fill your heads with all sorts of reasons why it is not needed.

Then you listen, you do what they say is best for your daughters or your sons and they get worse. So much worse. You watch their twin sibling grow faster, start to crawl, play at their own free will. All while your sick child sits upright, in a chair being fed through a tube, watching, waiting for her time to shine. You stand back, you watch knowing that any minute that ‘feed’ is coming up. She will need to be changed, bathed and her wound care redone.

Then you start the process all over again. You are now a nurse, a doctor, a dietician because that is what has been handed to you. You accept it because that is what mothers and fathers do. They pick up the pieces, they make themselves push forward, they never give up. And that’s fine because of course that’s what parents do. But now let me ask you, where are the specialists? Where are the diagnoses? Where are the answers? They, my friend, are hidden by our free health care system making it impossible to break through.

I have been told that another surgery will help and that that surgery can be done two weeks after the first. After two months she is still waiting to see if she is even a candidate for such surgery. Now I must decide, do I trust them? Do I listen to the ‘new’ promises, do they even care about my daughter? Do I give them back their self proclaimed God ranking? All the while trying to manage a home, three kids and my new duties as a Mother. I have been asked countless times how do I do it. I give the same answers as any other parent with a sick child; you just do it.

Our Canadian health care is free and admired by nations from afar. But please, please never be in need of an MRI, a cat scan, surgery, or specialist. Because then you too will find out the repercussions to our ‘cutbacks’ of our glorified ‘free health care’. And then once you finally are home you will need to find a way to cover all of the new expenses. The expenses everyone ‘forgot’ to mention. Oh, some may be covered but be darn sure you have a diagnosis. Without a diagnosis, all the government’s sources of financial assistance and coverage magically evaporate into thin air.

I hope that each and every one of you will never need our free health care and if you do just know there are many of us in the trenches who will help you fight this battle, even if it is just emotional support. All my love and prayers. Keep fighting the good fight.

Jenn Summers

A fight I should not have had to do

The media called me the next day as well as the New Democrat Party to help us fight to get our daughter to Edmonton Stollery Children’s Hospital. Within 24 hours the hospital called to say they could help Emily and would place her inpatient the next day. Walking into the hospital with her the following morning I saw the newspapers with Emily’s story on the nursing desks throughout the units.

Three days of mistakes

The next few days were chaos with our daughter in and out of the operating room three times. Trying to fix the leaking g-tube by replacing with a PGJ tube which turned into a disaster. They put the wrong tube in! Yes, the wrong tube and all I could see was red. I was so past being anything kind and I lost my mind.

How could they put in the wrong damn tube when I signed the damn consent forms!?! To make it worse they tried to tell me it was the right tube and I didn’t know what I was talking about. They refused to call the doctor who was in charge of her care. I called every person I could and no one would take my calls.

The next morning her normal doctor came in and told me they had done the wrong surgical switch and that I was right. I took her with me the Ronald Mcdonald House because I had absolutely no faith in them any longer.

She then started to poop reddish-black jelly and I had to rush her back in. The doctors and nurses were brushing me aside saying that it is not possible this soon after surgery. Being that I am now a raging momma bear they agree to an ultrasound.

Trust your gut

Within an hour she was back in emergency surgery. The tube was too long and caused an intussusception. (Intussusception-intestines overlapping themselves, strangling the intestines leading to the death of tissue and tract).

This time they brought us into the operating room and showed us the tube and we confirmed it was the proper tube. They reassured us that intussusceptions are extremely rare and that she would be fine with the next tube and that they would shorten it so it was not near the intussuscepted area.

Unfortunately, Little Miss EM has the worst of luck. She had a second intussusception within 24 hours. The doctors said she was fine and there had been a doctor switch therefore not so willing to listen to me yet again. By now I was no longer concerned with what anyone at the hospital thought of me and I demanded another ultrasound. They were quite rude and made me feel insane but finally agreed. Which in return showed the first intussusception back and a second one there at the new placement.

Back to the OR in a hospital I no longer want my child in

They then put in the original tube which was too large and leaked. As of then we no longer could feed her by mouth or by tube. She was now on TPN (total parenteral nutrition by IV).

We almost lost our sweet baby and finally, the miracle of her transfer would happen.

Edmonton Stollery Children’s Hospital Transfer

Finally transferred after a long battle for a second opinion by a children's hospital with Paediatric gastroenterologists

When I arrived in Edmonton they were feeding her! I almost fell over and died right there. Somehow the paperwork had not included that she was to have no feeds whatsoever besides the feeds in her PICC line (The TPN).

Emily flew by air ambulance and I made the drive solo to Edmonton. It is the first time I will be apart from Josh, Abby and Katey.

She had lost the PICC line in transport and they did not want to try again. It took them over 10 tries to get a line for us to leave the hospital for transfer before we left. Apparently, her line fails as soon as the air ambulance takes off. Thankfully she made the trip with no other issues.

She is now on a lower calorie formula. They started to test out feeding her first by tube and then by mouth. Soon she began to take her feeds by mouth completely and once she started, she went all in.

Misdiagnosed the whole time

We finally establish that Emily was misdiagnosed. Emily did not have a seizure disorder and had grown out of the prematurity caused absent seizures.

Emily and I on one of our daily walks in the children's hospital. Emily loved to be out of her room and walking the corridors. #6 of 7 facts about me
Her smile always kept me going. She would wave and coo at everyone she saw.

The Seizure-like attacks were in fact from her intolerance to the high-calorie content of her 28 calorie formula.

Her g-tube site was still too large which became a bigger and bigger issue in Emily’s care and would need to be closed before we could return home. Because of the loss of feeds, we had to withhold all feeds until she could have surgery. Her site became severely inflamed and blistery the damage was becoming quite extensive. She had a few trips to radiology which were unable to fix the problem.

Normally a patient with a g-tube must feed on their own for 6 months to a year, including one flu season, before removal of a g-tube. Also, g-tube sites are known to close on their own within hours of removing the tube. For Emily, this is not the case. The hole remains the same size after removal.

One more surgery

Thankfully a surgeon stepped in and said he would take her to surgery that night. I called Josh and he made the trip up to Edmonton while a friend from S.P.O.T.T.O. watched the two girls. The surgeons operating time ends at midnight and time was starting to run out. At 11:55 pm we got the call to bring her to the OR. He was quick and efficient and she was out and ready to begin her new journey of going home soon.

A few weeks later at 11 months old Emily and we set out on our journey home. I will never forget the overwhelming feeling that overcame me once we were home and I was alone with all the girls. I broke down and cried uncontrollably. It had been months of advocating, months of playing nurse, dietician and doctor.

I broke down and cried uncontrollably.

For the first time in forever, I was now just a MOM! I had no idea what I was supposed to do with that, I had no idea if I could handle taking care of three kids, I had no idea how to control my pain and all the memories of the past few years. I was completely lost and I was completely broken.

All I knew for the past year was following doctors’ orders. Providing wound care. Following strict feeding and medication schedules. Listening to the sounds of beeps and alarms and reacting in turn. This was a whole new world.

At the time I did not think I could come back from it all. I feared what the damage had done to all of us. This affected everyone in our family. I had missed so much and the girls were without their mom. Our oldest went from being a singleton with her mom home on bedrest 24/7 to her mom spending days in a hospital with new sisters she didn’t see for the first few weeks. Josh was now home to find a new path of employment. He had a few months on me with caring for the two girls while Emily was in hospital and me by her side.

Nothing in our life will ever be the same…

#7 of 7 Facts about me- One day at a time

The sense of overwhelming emotions I still remember so well. It was much the same as when I first came home with Abigail but multiplied by a million. All of my adrenaline and endurance from the past year had finally come crashing to my feet. This proves to me that no matter how strong I will become, I will still be weak and vulnerable too. I learnt not to take myself for granted.

I was weak and vulnerable (a bonus to the 7 facts about me)

Over the next few weeks, I became accustomed to our new life at home as a little family. I took my own advice that I often give out in the SIUGR/IUGR support group- Take it one day at a time. I’m only human just like you and I need to accept that no matter how hard I had fought for months and months on end I too have weaknesses and I too have limits.

Soon those days turned into weeks and those weeks turned into months. We made trips every few weeks to Edmonton for Emily’s helmet for her head shape therapy. Emily developed torticollis, which resulted in a large flat spot on the back of one side of her head. A helmet slowly adjusts the shape of the head over a period of 6 months perhaps longer for some cases. Emily thought she was indestructible with her helmet lol.

Emily with her head shape helmet and her twin sister Katey all home at last the end to the 7 facts that shape who I am today.

We spent our Christmas at home as a family! It was the absolute most glorious feeling of all time.

Home for Christmas after taking it one day at time since it all ended summing up my 7 facts about me.
Our girls all have such unique personalities these 7 facts not only shaped me but they shaped our entire family.

Now you know 7 facts about me. 7 facts that have made me who I am today. I’m proud of the mental scars and the healing I have accomplished over the past five years and I still know that I have healing yet to do. I still struggle to trust in our medical system and am slowly learning to overcome my fears of more potential disasters in the future. However, I would not be who I am today without all of the challenges that changed our lives.

I am a better person because of what our family went through. The knowledge I have gained from this experience will always remind me that bad things happen to everyone and that even one person can make a difference. If not for this situation I never would have met the people I love as family. None of my experiences would have helped others to overcome their battles. I hope that if you are reading this and feeling at your wits’ end it gives you hope and strength. You are strong enough!

Now I seem to have gone into much detail so let’s get to the Nomination part.

The Versatile Bloggers Award Rules-Don’t forget your ‘7 facts about me’:

  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Link to the blog of the person who nominated you.
  • Write ‘7 facts about me’.
  • Nominate and link to 10 more bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.

My Nominees for the Versatile Bloggers Award are:

Claire from Our Favourite Jar– I think the first post I ever read by Claire had me absolutely hooked and in tears and wanting more. The natural beauty of her writing and the ability to share such a personal story blew me away. Writing this post I keep thinking back to how brave Claire is and how much I enjoy reading her beautiful stories.

Agnes from Just that Perfect Piece– this blog is full of the most absolutely beautiful DIY home decor. This lady astounds me with her gift for creativity and the amount of beauty that comes from every piece she makes. You will always be in for a treat with her projects!

Marianna from European Slice of Life her blog covers everything from travel to recipes to lifestyle making her a very versatile blogger. I often find myself drooling at all here amazing photos of food even along her travels.

Trina from Redneck Rhapsody– she’s my girl what can I say. I have to add her on this list, we may be thousands of miles apart but we love to pick up the phone and collaborate together on what is going to make our blogs great and wow do we ever have some great ideas! Thanks for being such a great friend hun!

Kippi from Kippi at Home– She has so much wisdom and has been blogging for 11 years. She knows all the ins and outs of everything. Not to mention she is so crafty. One day I aspire to be like her!

Halfway there…

Jessica from Jessica Dowell Blog Designs– Jessica has an amazing blog to help get you up on your feet and on your way to success. Not only does she share amazing tips she also shares successes of others too.

Jade from Live a Blissful Life -this girl has some serious advice whether it be financial or parental or living life to its fullest. Jade is a go-getter and doing incredible things be sure to check out her blog. She is also a web designer and web developer!

Sarah from Empower Lift Connect– she does just that, not only does she have a blog but she also has a Facebook group where she supports her community and talks with members about their business successes and even the not so great stuff too.

Maria from Drops of Jupiter for you is new to blogging and has taken off running with her excitement and go-all-in attitude that is sure to put her up on top. Be sure to check out all of her amazing projects!

Jenny from Traveling Party of Four– I love to read her posts about all her family travels and she makes me feel like I am along on her vacations. She has amazing tips and guides to get you on your perfect adventure! Whether you’re planning a vacation or want to live vicariously through someone else check out her travel blog!

Thanks for reading my 7 facts about me

It wasn’t easy for me to write this story to share with you and even as I sit here doing the final editing I’m still pondering whether or not I should share our story and these ‘7 facts about me’. I’m not sure you could ever really know me without knowing the story that changed not only me but our entire family.

However, it is slightly embarrassing and extremely personal to share these 7 facts but I can hope they help someone in the future. I hope that my 7 facts will save someone else from going through this experience too.

The final most important fact about me that I somehow did not mention above in my 7 facts is that this experience reopened my relationship with God. I am a believer and pray but during this time I truly know that God carried me through it all. Out of all the 7 facts about me, this is the most important one. Learning to give it to God.

Our about me page gives you some additional facts about me and of what our family is like now so be sure to take a peek. Thanks so much for coming and reading our versatile bloggers’ award nomination along with our 7 facts about me! I hope you enjoy the 10 bloggers I nominated as much as I do.

Until next time;

Jenn Summers

The Old Summers Home