I can't believe it! Eleven years ago on a Tuesday, Brother was born at 4:08pm at a whopping 10lbs 6 oz. I ended up with a c-section as he just wouldn't come out. I remember the doctor's appointment on Monday when the doctor said I was at about 1cm. When I arrived at the hospital, the nurses told me that the doctor was being generous. I was barely a fingertip. My water had broken at about 3 am and labor was fast and furious from that point on. My contractions started at 5 minutes apart.
The road here has been full of peaks and valleys, straight paths and crooked ones, but I wouldn't trade them for anything.
We will be reaching a new milestone come tomorrow. I am going away for a conference in Houston (Cay Gibson is going to be there; of course, I have to go) without the Ben or the children. The children have never had me gone overnight for anything except to have another baby. This will be true milestone.
I'm anxious. I'm anxious because my son is anxious. He's already cried at the thought of me being gone. Those big crocodile tears always get to me. I know he'll be fine but I'll worry.
Please pray for Ben and the children. And, please pray for their mama who will worry as only a mom can.
Yesteday Pumpkin had to go the ER with symptoms of pneumonia. She had labored breathing (belly breathing), fever, cough, and lethargy. The lethargy is one of the biggest symptoms for her as she's such an active little 3 year old. The ER confirmed it but it took them a long 5 hours to do it. After 3 nebulizer treatments and a dose of steroids, we were sent home. The ordeal, start to finish, was 8 hours long. For the most part, the ER staff was wonderful but there were some really bad staff members. One particular person obviously wanted to be elsewhere as he had his phone with him at all times and paid too much attention to it.
As this is her 3rd bout of pneumonia in a 12 month period, she will have to visit a lung specialist (pulmonologist). I hope it's not something too bad and that we can do something to prevent the pneumonia. It's got to be hard on her little body.
Today, we worked on switching rooms. Brother's room had a better layout of window and doors for 3 beds so we did the switcheroo. Pumpkin had been sleeping with me all this time. The work is not finished but the furniture is all moved in. We just need to organize the toys.
At bedtime, I put Pumpkin in her bed and said my goodnight. She told me she was afraid. I reassured her as best as I could. I pointed out that her sisters were in the room with her and that Jesus was watching her from above (her crucifix hangs above her headboard).
In the end she didn't fall asleep in her room. I guess she's not ready.
That's okay because I don't think I'm ready either.
Inspired by Margaret's example, I signed us up for the 40 Days for Life prayer vigil outside the misnamed Killeen Women's Clinic. I signed us up for Tuesdays and this was our second week. We prayed all 20 decades of the rosary today. A picture speaks louder than words so here are the photos:
This is the final shot of all of us at the end of my hour. Three families were on the right but I couldn't fit us all in. This was a vast majority of our homeschool group.
Apparently, this is the week of medical problems. Pumpkin started to limp and then refused to walk at all last night. She couldn't take a step without her right leg giving out on her. I debated with myself for about 20 minutes before Ben stepped in and said I should take her. So, I did. We spent 7 hours in the waiting room before being seen. Apparently, a 2 year old who can't walk is categorized a 4 on a 5 point scale with 1 being the most urgent. Ugh. I debated leaving, but was afraid I wouldn't get an appointment at the peds clinic the next morning and would end up back at the ER. I should've gone home. I was finally at the point of if the next time the nurses call names and we're not called, I'm driving to the peds clinic (which opens at 7--it was almost 5 am by this time) and demanding to be seen when they opened. Luckily, (for me or for the peds clinic), Pumpkin's name was called.
From start to finish, we were out in 1 1/2 hours. I almost wished it lasted longer because we were getting comfortable on the hospital bed with a blanket. Speaking of blankets--why is the waiting area SO cold?
Diagnosis: They don't know. She doesn't have a broken bone. No dislocated joint. The doctor was concerned about an infection in her joints caused by an upper respiratory infection (she was coughing, but I think it's allergies). Anyway, we're home. I'm a bit rested because Ben stayed home to let me sleep a little. Pumpkin and I slept together for about 4 hours. It was bliss.
I'm a day behind schedule in preparing for a birthday party, but at least my mind is at peace.
I'm leaving you with yet another picture from Hawaii--one of Pumpkin with what she considers posing. It's very cute.