Thursday, February 24, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Transitions
Thank you so much for those of you who prayed for us! This past week was SO different. Let's begin.
1) Yes, it was an ulcer. The meds (just a simple antiacid) worked slowly to reduce the acid in my stomach to give the ulcer a chance to heal. The pain slowly disappeared over 3 days. I feel totally normal, although I will be on meds for a month.
2) The knee is SO much better. I am still in the brace for another week and a half but the swelling is down and the aching is gone. I don't wake up because my knee hurts anymore. Hurray!
3) I think Zoya is close to sleeping through the night. She wakes once to eat but barely eats anything before she falls asleep again.
The transitions? Well, it was a week of one!! It started with us doing an intense weekend of potty training with Carmen. I am cooped up in the house anyway, might as well do something with it! So, Saturday, we spent all day putting him on the potty every 15 minutes and showing him the sign for potty in sign language (he signs a lot). By the end of the day, we thought it might be clicking. By Sunday, he got it. We've only had a few accidents since but they are few and far between! His only problem is when he has underwear on, he can't get it off by himself :).
On top of that, Carmen officially dropped his morning nap. He just wasn't sleeping well for both naps so I finally decided to bite the bullet and keep him up. It was a hard decision since he would happily play in his crib for an hour and I would get a break. But I thought it wasn't fair. So, he now goes down for about 3 hours in the afternoon. Hurray!
Zoya transitioned out of her swaddle. She hated it but I thought it helped her sleep better. Finally I decided to take her out and she is much happier. My kids are growing up!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Job
No one should ever compare themselves to Job. Job was a guy who lost everything (house, car, kids, savings, health, the works). But he still clung to God. Sure, he screwed up in questioning God and God corrected him but he did ask forgiveness in the end.
But, in a small way, I want to compare myself to Job. No, I haven't lost everything. Yes, the kids are just fine. But I do wonder what Satan and God have been talking about with our family (see Job 1 for clarification).
As you know, I had a c-section 9 weeks ago Friday. That resulted in an amazing baby but did require some healing. Around week 2, I was really feeling well but still couldn't partake in much physically since it does take a good 5-6 weeks to heal. At week 6, I had surgery on my knee to repair my torn ACL and menisci. The surgery was much more intense than I realized and I was in a lot of pain for about a week. I have to be braced for a full 6 weeks and it's not fun watching my leg atrophy away. I don't know how much time it'll actually take to get my leg back to normal.
Then, on Sunday, I started to feel like I had really bad gas. Each time I had an attack, it got longer and more painful. Gas meds did nothing. I wound up in the ER all day yesterday because I couldn't stand the pain. Their best guess is that I have an ulcer. So now I'm on meds for that, waiting for them to work so I don't have to be in pain all the time. I feel like the couch has become my best friend.
I know, in the long run, it's all really insignificant. But while I'm in it, it feels huge. It feels like I am missing out on life with my kids. I can't run around and play with Carmen b/c I'm in a brace or in pain. He spends a lot of time reading with me on the couch but really he wants to play and I don't have that option. I feel like I'm missing out on this semester. It's already mid-February and I am so tired from not sleeping b/c of nursing/knee/ulcer, that I have barely enough to give to the girls that I meet with and I feel like they are getting shafted. And I feel like I am holding Curt back, as he has to be home a lot to help me or take care of the kids when I am unable to.
So, I wonder if Satan saw the stuff we were doing on campus and asked God's permission to throw some things at us. I know all things happen with God's permission so we have been talking a lot recently :). I have no answers yet but am determined to persevere.
But, in a small way, I want to compare myself to Job. No, I haven't lost everything. Yes, the kids are just fine. But I do wonder what Satan and God have been talking about with our family (see Job 1 for clarification).
As you know, I had a c-section 9 weeks ago Friday. That resulted in an amazing baby but did require some healing. Around week 2, I was really feeling well but still couldn't partake in much physically since it does take a good 5-6 weeks to heal. At week 6, I had surgery on my knee to repair my torn ACL and menisci. The surgery was much more intense than I realized and I was in a lot of pain for about a week. I have to be braced for a full 6 weeks and it's not fun watching my leg atrophy away. I don't know how much time it'll actually take to get my leg back to normal.
Then, on Sunday, I started to feel like I had really bad gas. Each time I had an attack, it got longer and more painful. Gas meds did nothing. I wound up in the ER all day yesterday because I couldn't stand the pain. Their best guess is that I have an ulcer. So now I'm on meds for that, waiting for them to work so I don't have to be in pain all the time. I feel like the couch has become my best friend.
I know, in the long run, it's all really insignificant. But while I'm in it, it feels huge. It feels like I am missing out on life with my kids. I can't run around and play with Carmen b/c I'm in a brace or in pain. He spends a lot of time reading with me on the couch but really he wants to play and I don't have that option. I feel like I'm missing out on this semester. It's already mid-February and I am so tired from not sleeping b/c of nursing/knee/ulcer, that I have barely enough to give to the girls that I meet with and I feel like they are getting shafted. And I feel like I am holding Curt back, as he has to be home a lot to help me or take care of the kids when I am unable to.
So, I wonder if Satan saw the stuff we were doing on campus and asked God's permission to throw some things at us. I know all things happen with God's permission so we have been talking a lot recently :). I have no answers yet but am determined to persevere.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
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