The last few days around here have been tough. I recall telling Brad earlier in the week just how I have missed his presence around here.... it's not the same without the personality and safety he brings to this home.
My mom is now here staying with us, and with that is another set of hands to help with things around the house and of course, with Beckett. It has been so neat to see them bond to one another, so naturally. On Tuesday, we were outside playing and I decided to spray off the layer of pollen that had collected on our back patio. I unreel the l o o o n n g water hose from the side of the house, let the water run a little to warm up (since it hadn't been run since last summer) and I start spraying. I noticed I wasn't getting ANY water pressure.... it was mostly just a steady stream. I basically had to just wet the patio and then sweep the water off with a patio brush/broom in order to successfully clean all the pollen off. We (yes, all three of us because toddlers want to help with everything) turn off the water and reel the hose back up into the box.
From there, we walk inside and I have to use the bathroom--story of my 32-week pregnant life. Then... I see it. WATER has COMPLETELY COVERED our master bathroom, the closet, and has started to stream into our bedroom... on the hardwood flooring. I call for my mom, Beckett comes running and slips on the water and falls down (eek, woops). We then start grabbing every towel we can find to soak up the mess, while I am racking my brain as to where this water had come from! The only explanation was some sort of connection to the hose that was on the outside of our house. We get a plumber out and realize it had come from underneath the sink cabinet (not under the sink itself, but where the cabinet and the floor meet) and we now have two possible outcomes: a part needs to be replaced to fix the leak, OR this could mean we have a leak in our slab. We will find out the verdict tomorrow. Dear Lord PLEASE let it be the easy (and less intensive) option. Because our floors will definitely need to be replaced. Mmmmmmm.
This morning, my son wakes up like this:
My mom is now here staying with us, and with that is another set of hands to help with things around the house and of course, with Beckett. It has been so neat to see them bond to one another, so naturally. On Tuesday, we were outside playing and I decided to spray off the layer of pollen that had collected on our back patio. I unreel the l o o o n n g water hose from the side of the house, let the water run a little to warm up (since it hadn't been run since last summer) and I start spraying. I noticed I wasn't getting ANY water pressure.... it was mostly just a steady stream. I basically had to just wet the patio and then sweep the water off with a patio brush/broom in order to successfully clean all the pollen off. We (yes, all three of us because toddlers want to help with everything) turn off the water and reel the hose back up into the box.
From there, we walk inside and I have to use the bathroom--story of my 32-week pregnant life. Then... I see it. WATER has COMPLETELY COVERED our master bathroom, the closet, and has started to stream into our bedroom... on the hardwood flooring. I call for my mom, Beckett comes running and slips on the water and falls down (eek, woops). We then start grabbing every towel we can find to soak up the mess, while I am racking my brain as to where this water had come from! The only explanation was some sort of connection to the hose that was on the outside of our house. We get a plumber out and realize it had come from underneath the sink cabinet (not under the sink itself, but where the cabinet and the floor meet) and we now have two possible outcomes: a part needs to be replaced to fix the leak, OR this could mean we have a leak in our slab. We will find out the verdict tomorrow. Dear Lord PLEASE let it be the easy (and less intensive) option. Because our floors will definitely need to be replaced. Mmmmmmm.
This morning, my son wakes up like this:
Now, I am not one to just call the doctor or rush to get someone to look at him. But. Come on..... his eyes look SCARY. The plan for the day was to take him to his MDO and then me and my mom go to my ultrasound appointment at 10. We rush to get ready and drive to Fort Smith at 7:45, watching the clock as every second ticks by until it's 8:00 so I can call to try and get him in at his doctor. At exactly 8:01, I get through and explain our situation.... red, puffy swollen eyes that kiiinnnnd of look like pink eye but maybe it's just severe allergies. I have to hang up and wait for the nurse to call.
My friend Kristi suggests the Urgent Care clinic, that maybe I could get in quicker there.... we drive by, they don't open until 9:00. At this point, it is 8:15.
The nurse then calls back and I explain what's going on.... and she gives me options of times to come in. I tell her my need to come in before my ultrasound appointment, and if maybe I could text them a picture to show them what I'm working with. I text her as we are on the phone..... the nurse practitioner takes a look at it and wants to see him immediately. They are able to squeeze us in at 9:00, woo hoo! We end there learning that Beckett has severe allergies, and maybe being outside while the yard was being mowed the day before wasn't so helpful. And, him rubbing his itchy eyes with his dirty toddler hands only further infected the broken skin, making it more puffy and just... nasty. She prescribes us eye drops and steroids and we are on our way.
We make it to the OB/GYN and get to see my two beautiful baby girls on the screen.... baby A is head down and weighing 3 lbs 12 oz, while baby B has flipped and has her head up by my ribs, weighing 4 lbs 7 oz. These girls are growing and moving and that makes my heart and mind happy and at ease. This last weekend, my awesome friends in Little Rock threw us a baby shower to love on us and help us in prepping for the twins. The day was filled with ice cream (my favorite, they know me so well) and all the fixin's, diapers, gifts, and so many wonderful faces that mean so much to me! It did my heart GOOD to be around everyone again and just feel so loved by so many. I roped my friend Mariam into riding down from Greenwood with me so I wouldn't have to drive with Beckett alone.... and being the awesome friend that she is, she agreed without hesitation. These are the type of people in my life..... amazing, selfless, willing to do anything to help a sistah out. I am really hoping I can be that friend to them and more when the time comes.
My friend Kristi suggests the Urgent Care clinic, that maybe I could get in quicker there.... we drive by, they don't open until 9:00. At this point, it is 8:15.
The nurse then calls back and I explain what's going on.... and she gives me options of times to come in. I tell her my need to come in before my ultrasound appointment, and if maybe I could text them a picture to show them what I'm working with. I text her as we are on the phone..... the nurse practitioner takes a look at it and wants to see him immediately. They are able to squeeze us in at 9:00, woo hoo! We end there learning that Beckett has severe allergies, and maybe being outside while the yard was being mowed the day before wasn't so helpful. And, him rubbing his itchy eyes with his dirty toddler hands only further infected the broken skin, making it more puffy and just... nasty. She prescribes us eye drops and steroids and we are on our way.
We make it to the OB/GYN and get to see my two beautiful baby girls on the screen.... baby A is head down and weighing 3 lbs 12 oz, while baby B has flipped and has her head up by my ribs, weighing 4 lbs 7 oz. These girls are growing and moving and that makes my heart and mind happy and at ease. This last weekend, my awesome friends in Little Rock threw us a baby shower to love on us and help us in prepping for the twins. The day was filled with ice cream (my favorite, they know me so well) and all the fixin's, diapers, gifts, and so many wonderful faces that mean so much to me! It did my heart GOOD to be around everyone again and just feel so loved by so many. I roped my friend Mariam into riding down from Greenwood with me so I wouldn't have to drive with Beckett alone.... and being the awesome friend that she is, she agreed without hesitation. These are the type of people in my life..... amazing, selfless, willing to do anything to help a sistah out. I am really hoping I can be that friend to them and more when the time comes.
This weekend was definitely on the side of more happier times....... and I started my week with such momentum and feeling so encouraged. I don't think I would be able to handle the rest of the week's events had I not been so juiced up on the love and support I have in my life. It would have been much easier to cave into a pity party and just want to curl up in a ball, feeling sorry for myself. But you know, through this season of my life.... the season of being in a much harder pregnancy than my last (because, twins), my husband off working, caring for myself and my toddler..... I am realizing how much people WANT to serve and WANT to use their gifts to bless us. I have been called by friends randomly just saying they are thinking about me that particular day and are lifting us up in prayer. I have been brought cooked meals, groceries, had my yard mowed, trash taken out, cookies baked, and people constantly sharing their availability and willingness to help. Without the hard days, we would not appreciate the happy days even remotely as much. My attention through all this DRAMA this week has only been directed to how much we are loved and cared for... and how relatively easy we've had it up until this point. This week has been hard.... dealing with house stuff is NOT MY THING. And seeing my baby so MISERABLE has completely broken my heart. But things are getting handled with the house and the meds are kicking in for my boy and everything will be okay. It just will. And God is graciously showing me that's HE'S GOT THIS, and it's just not in my hands. At all.