#3

Remember when I used to update my blog all the time? And then Christmas came and other stuff happened and now all of a sudden its March?

You see, we found out that we were expecting our third right after Christmas. And we had about two minutes to be excited/ nervous before the all day long sickness came and made itself right at home. With this pregnancy I have discovered that there at two very different types of morning sickness. The first, and more preferable in my opinion, is when you feel sick but there are things that make you feel better. And it's okay when you throw up because that will typically make you feel better as well. This is the kind of sickness that I had with the first two pregnancies. The second is when you feel sick ALL DAY LONG. It doesn't matter what you do, what you eat, where you breathe- it all makes you sick. The only relief you experience is when you are sleeping and the first 30 seconds when you are awake before it kicks in again. This is what I have had this time around.

So needless to say, January was a hard month for our family. And I say our family because we were all affected. I would sleep any chance I got. My poor girls probably wondered why their mom was always laying on the couch and why we never did anything fun anymore. And Kyle, dear Kyle, quickly realized that he was now responsible for at least half, if not more of any and all household duties. On the good days, I was one of those horrible moms at the grocery store whose cart was filled with unhealthy processed food. We went out to eat a lot. And then there was the day when McKayla asked me if I would please buy her some sweats to match mine. But all of this was okay, because we all knew that if we could just make it through January then February would be a lot better.

February finally came around and we were so excited. This would be the month where I would start feeling better and we could get back to normal. And sure enough, around the middle of February I started feeling like a person again. That lasted for two days. Then some things started happening and we knew that something was seriously wrong. So, Kyle came home from work and we had an emergency doctors visit.  We had a very high tech ultrasound done to try to find out what was causing the complications I was experiencing. Thankfully, it didn't take long to figure out what was going on. On one hand, it felt relieving to know what was going on. But on the other hand it was very very stressful. I was basically put on a "walking bedrest", and given many restrictions of things that I could no longer do. Then, at the end of the conversation I was told that there was a 50% chance things would get better or a 50% chance that we would lose the baby. We would know in the next 3-4 weeks. At this point I was 12 weeks into the pregnancy.

I had gone into the appointment prepared for the worst. So we felt so blessed that we were at least about to see the baby move and have it confirmed in our minds that at least to this point, we still had a baby. But on the way home the weight of our new situation settled in and became very overwhelming. Until further notice, I could no longer lift more than 10 pounds. How was I supposed to care for my children, especially my youngest if I couldn't even lift them. Going anywhere during the day was now out of the question. Avery's eating chair would now have a permanent place on the floor. I would need to find someone to help me get her in and out of bed during naptime. Giving the girls baths without Kyle here was out of the question. I was supposed to avoid any and all stressful situations if possible. Anything that might have the possibility of putting strain on my body should not happen. And then there was the total and complete lack of energy that I felt, which were a result of the complications.

The next three and a half weeks were very difficult. That's all I'm going to say. However, the more I followed the restrictions that I was given the better things started to look. We felt so much love and support from those who knew about our situation and I realized that there are a lot of people out there who care about me and my family. That was truly a sliver lining.

We went back to the doctor earlier this week and were the recipients of a miracle. Our baby is doing great. The complications are completely gone. I can slowly start working myself back into the routine that I used to be in. To say that we feel humbled and so blessed would be an understatement. Our pleadings that have been sent heavenwards were answered. I know that our Father in Heaven has been very mindful of us during these last couple of months and there is no doubt in my mind about his love for me and my family. We have felt it and have felt the true Christlike love of those who have followed his promptings. We just feel very grateful and very blessed.