One Month

I'm not sure if I've ever gone an entire month without blogging... but it has happened. And with the most backwards excuse ever!

I got put on bed rest by my perinatologist 3 almost 4 weeks ago and you'd think with knowing that only, my blog would be completely full as I can't do much of anything but stay home and grow a baby and blog about what my kids do everyday! But I haven't hardly even logged onto our computer in that time.

Even after my crazy pregnancy with Mary, this one is trying its best to out-do that with complications. Our baby boy is small (no shock since his big brother is rather small as well!) but it got to the point where he was too small and didn't seem to be growing as fast as he should. Different tests and scans showed a few things "malfunctioning" inside the ol' womb and bam! my busy life stopped dead in its tracks and now I lay here in hopes that by me not using my energy on myself, all that blood supply will go to the baby instead.

My kids continue to stay busy and with the help of an army we are getting it all done here. Countless visits from friends in my ward, along with family coming down to help and our little family has continued to function even with me on the side lines. Both my mother in law and my mom have come down and spent a week caring for my family. Having them here was a treat for my kids and a life saver for me. I also got a couple of bonus visitors during spring break and both of my sisters came down to enjoy the sun here and my kids were in cousin heaven! So nice! My mom just left a couple of days ago and I miss her badly already... come back!

I have been completely overwhelmed at the awesomeness of my friends and their total willingness to do anything and everything we need. It humbles and amazes me almost daily as someone stops by to drop off a treat, a good book to read, dinners, movies, puzzles and my favorite is just the time they take to sit and talk; because going from crazy busy mom to house-bound bum is hard. I've been really lonely and miss just being able to go grab a coke and oddly enough, I miss working at the hospital! I have a list a mile long of people who have done something to help me out and have made a resolve myself, that when I re-join the land of the living again, I will do everything I can to serve others. Because even the smallest of gestures can make a big difference to someone.

I have one friend who comes over almost every night, after her kids are in bed, just to chat. She probably doesn't realize the difference it makes to me, but it does... and I look forward to chatting with her when she comes. I was complaining to another friend of how ugly and gross I was feeling and she came and waxed my eyebrows and put some her vast make up collection to work on my face. Even though I had no where to go, I felt like a million bucks! I have another friend who texts me every time she goes to get a coke (almost daily!) to see if I'd like one. They come over to say hi, they drop off my favorite treat, they take my kids to play, they take my kids to school, dance, baseball and scouts, they take time out of their busy days to make a difference in my not so busy day. And for that I will be forever grateful!

My kids have been wonderful and seem know that the reason I'm hiding out upstairs in my bedroom is so the baby can grow. They'll swing by the side of my bed every so often and show my what they've been up to or what's on their mind. I love when they come in to visit, even if its just for a minute, it makes me feel like they still need me! Dustin is always my rock, my center, my bestie and he has taken the reigns and keeps our family going. I feel bad for him after he gets home from working all day and goes straight to kid duty, but his complaints are minimal and he seems to be on auto-pilot, making everything flow here. He comes to every doctor appointment that he can (which I have TONS of ) and supports me with all he has in him. I love him more everyday for what my malfunctioning body puts him through.

Still, we excitedly look forward to when this baby will join our family. My doc said they won't keep him inside me any longer than 37 weeks (early June) because my placenta doesn't seem to be cooperating all that well and may give out on the little guy. So here I sit, waiting for him to grow. I'm learning even more patience, but try to take it all in stride, as I know this will not last forever and our caboose baby will be all the stronger for it!

So there it is in writing. My backward excuse for my non-blogger-ness... one month.