I wanted to drop in really quickly because I typically post on weekdays-but we traveled on Wednesday, and Beatrix has been sick and in my lap with hands up or down my shirt ever since. There has been a tremendous necessary slow down and I think my dramatic words yesterday to a friend were along the lines of, “my life is falling apart.” It takes such mental work to keep perspective and to constantly be able to remind myself that it really is okay if no one gets math lessons this week and Larkspur doesn’t get a single handmade birthday gift. I honestly make myself stop and ask myself aloud, “what bad thing will happen if all I accomplish this week is managing to feed my family and hold my two year old?” All of these other expectations are self imposed.
My younger sister Abby was hospitalized with preterm labor and bleeding on Monday, at 33 weeks pregnant with her fifth son. The bleeding stopped as did the contractions but doctors were concerned that she was headed for placental abruption. Yesterday the bleeding began again, her fourth episode of such, and her doctors felt the risk had become too great for her to wait any longer to have her baby. She was induced last night and her little son was born this morning. Today, I am grateful for so many things. Not only are Abby and her son alive and safe, but she was able to avoid a c-section, and he weighed over five pounds and was breathing on his own last we heard. If you could hold Abby, baby (he doesn’t have a name yet) and her husband and children in your prayers I would so appreciate it.
I hope to be back here later today to share our Wednesday day trip with you, and I am hosting a great giveaway tomorrow.
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