This has been one of the hardest weeks of my life. The girls are really doing quite well, despite the chaos. I'm going to timeline this week, and really I'm not looking for sympathy, I just want to remember all that we went through the last week of January 2012. Despite our weakness, God is strong.
Monday, while getting dressed, I re-herniated a disc in my back. I was in so much pain that I called Mark. Thanks to our inroads in the medical field, I was able to get a MRI and then an epidural that afternoon. It would not have been possible without our friends and family. They drove me, took care of kids, cooked, cleaned, and more. We are blessed. The girls (Etta and Zoe) were away from us all afternoon, and they did amazingly well. Praise the Lord. I returned home Monday evening and went to bed, only to be awakened by Callie at 2am. She had the stomach flu... We then spent the entire night on the couch making frequent runs to the bathroom. Poor baby...
Tuesday, my back felt tremendously better, and I took care of kiddos all day, and tried to keep them separated. Please don't let anyone else get sick...
Wednesday, noone else had gotten sick, and we pushed through. Carson was a little trooper, and went to school each day. Etta and Zoe were doing well. We even took a quick trip to Old Navy (Carson suddenly had no jeans that fit!) and they loved the manaquins. :)
Thursday, everyone was back to school. I did some errands, and tried again, unsuccessfully to buy Etta shoes. She wants black patten leather heels. Hmm, not gonna happen. Sorry sweetie! After a fall to the ground all out fit at the store, we made it home. Not trying that again anytime soon... Thursday night was our first post-adoption meeting with our social worker. It went well. She is absolutely the best. So encouraging, so many good ideas, and so calm. She answered all questions and we left the night feeling very hopeful. The girls are doing so incredibly, it's amazing. God is faithful.
Friday morning, I awoke to serious vertigo. I tried several times to sit up and it was terrible. I stumbled down the hall, bumping into the walls to wake up the kids and then rushed back to bed. After determining there was absolutely no way that I could get up and get the kids ready, I called my sis, Andrea, again... They were here shortly and the kids were in good hands. We determined I needed to go the ER and made the second 911 call to Mark of the week! I've only done this once before in our marriage!! Darwin drove me to the hospital, stayed with me all day in the ER and then I stayed overnight and until Saturday late afternoon. I finally got home last night, exhausted but so thankful. The ER doctor was concerned that I may have a brain tumor, and had even sent the films to an oncologist radiologist. Praise God I don't have a brain tumor and for quick recovery. Praise God for loving care for our kids and us. Praise God for family that goes above and beyond. Praise God for a church family that knows how to take care of us. I hate feeling needy, but the Lord has definitely taught me this week that He is in control. That my neediness is ok. That people love serving our family, and that my worth isn't tied to my performance. He's also shown that He can take care of our kids. Even though the last week hasn't been optimal, or our plan for our girls attachment, they have done great.
Again our verse:
Exodus 14:14
14 The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.”
Monday, while getting dressed, I re-herniated a disc in my back. I was in so much pain that I called Mark. Thanks to our inroads in the medical field, I was able to get a MRI and then an epidural that afternoon. It would not have been possible without our friends and family. They drove me, took care of kids, cooked, cleaned, and more. We are blessed. The girls (Etta and Zoe) were away from us all afternoon, and they did amazingly well. Praise the Lord. I returned home Monday evening and went to bed, only to be awakened by Callie at 2am. She had the stomach flu... We then spent the entire night on the couch making frequent runs to the bathroom. Poor baby...
Tuesday, my back felt tremendously better, and I took care of kiddos all day, and tried to keep them separated. Please don't let anyone else get sick...
Wednesday, noone else had gotten sick, and we pushed through. Carson was a little trooper, and went to school each day. Etta and Zoe were doing well. We even took a quick trip to Old Navy (Carson suddenly had no jeans that fit!) and they loved the manaquins. :)
Thursday, everyone was back to school. I did some errands, and tried again, unsuccessfully to buy Etta shoes. She wants black patten leather heels. Hmm, not gonna happen. Sorry sweetie! After a fall to the ground all out fit at the store, we made it home. Not trying that again anytime soon... Thursday night was our first post-adoption meeting with our social worker. It went well. She is absolutely the best. So encouraging, so many good ideas, and so calm. She answered all questions and we left the night feeling very hopeful. The girls are doing so incredibly, it's amazing. God is faithful.
Friday morning, I awoke to serious vertigo. I tried several times to sit up and it was terrible. I stumbled down the hall, bumping into the walls to wake up the kids and then rushed back to bed. After determining there was absolutely no way that I could get up and get the kids ready, I called my sis, Andrea, again... They were here shortly and the kids were in good hands. We determined I needed to go the ER and made the second 911 call to Mark of the week! I've only done this once before in our marriage!! Darwin drove me to the hospital, stayed with me all day in the ER and then I stayed overnight and until Saturday late afternoon. I finally got home last night, exhausted but so thankful. The ER doctor was concerned that I may have a brain tumor, and had even sent the films to an oncologist radiologist. Praise God I don't have a brain tumor and for quick recovery. Praise God for loving care for our kids and us. Praise God for family that goes above and beyond. Praise God for a church family that knows how to take care of us. I hate feeling needy, but the Lord has definitely taught me this week that He is in control. That my neediness is ok. That people love serving our family, and that my worth isn't tied to my performance. He's also shown that He can take care of our kids. Even though the last week hasn't been optimal, or our plan for our girls attachment, they have done great.
| Beautiful girls |
| Zoe, Mama, and Etta |
Again our verse:
Exodus 14:14
14 The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.”


