As of yesterday, I was dilated to 3cm but could be stretched to 4cm. Baby’s heart rate is slightly accelerated, due to contractions. Baby is head down and sitting very low, basically he’s ready to come out but my body needs to cooperate a little more.
Keep praying that he comes sooner rather than later!!!
Well, Megan was having a lot of close contractions last night, so we went into the hospital to have a baby. Unfortunately, after about eight hours they sent us home. Lame. We were up most of the night and are very tired. We’ll see what happens next.
Yesterday, Dave and I spent a lot of time on the phone trying to decide what we wanted his new work schedule to be at FedEx. Things are currently light and rather than laying off/firing people they are reducing hours and changing some routes around. At first I was a bit apprehensive about his new schedule, but I think it will work out in our favor and now I’m getting more excited about it.
Dave’s new schedule…Tuesday – Saturday – 10:15-6:30pm, with Sunday and Monday off.
He believes his Saturday route will end a bit earlier, maybe early afternoon. He’s looking forward to having Mondays off, now he can schedule appointments on his day off rather than trying to make them all for 8am and hope he’s done in time for work or use a personal day. He plans to either keep the boys home with him or send them to daycare for a few hours. We’ll have our evenings together.
At first I wasn’t real excited about him working on Saturdays but if he happens to get done earlier, we’ll still get some time together. I’m also excited about having more time with him in the evenings. Right now he gets home between 8:15-9pm and he basically eats, plays with Eli for a few minutes, one of us puts Eli to bed and then I go to bed. Such an exciting time.
Needless to say, I’m getting more pumped about his new schedule. I’m sure it will dawn on him several times over the next few days that he has 3 days off right now being as his new schedule starts on Monday and he doesn’t work Mondays anymore. ;-)
Last week I got an email from my wonderful sister-in-law (Sarah) with this beautiful poem. Sarah has been reading through Rick Warren’s Purpose Driven Life devotional and thought of me when she read this poem. Please read the poem and let it sink into your heart and thoughts. I’ve included some random thoughts below.
YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE FOR A REASON
You are who you are for a reason.
You’re part of an intricate plan.
You’re a precious and perfect unique design,
Called “God’s special woman or man”
You look like you look for a reason.
Our God made no mistake.
He knit you together within the womb,
You’re just what He wanted to make!
The parents you had were the ones He chose,
And no matter how you may feel,
They were custom-designed with God’s plan in mind,
And they bear the Master’s seal.
No, that trauma you faced was not easy;
And God wept that it hurt you so.
But it was allowed to shape your heart
So that into His likeness you’d grow.
You are who you are for a reason.
You’ve been formed by the Master’s rod.
You are who you are, Beloved,
Because there is a GOD.
The fourth paragraph is what really stuck out in my mind. The trauma that we faced was NOT easy and continues to not be easy. Each second, minute, hour, day is a struggle to get through. Some days it sucks to continue going on knowing that Mom is not there to be proud of me, to talk to me, to laugh/cry with me, etc. Some days I struggle with the fairness of why I’m still living and Mom is dead, why I’m still married and Dad is a widow, why I’m a mom and I don’t have a Mom. So many thoughts and emotions running through my head each day. I like the line about God weeping with me/us. Yes, He has a greater need/want for Mom but that doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t break with ours. He knows how special she is to us and what she meant to us, which is why he mourns with us as well. Mom’s death has changed my priorities, my thoughts on life and the way I view the future.
We’ve been formed by the Master’s hand, He knows each second of our life and has drawn the perfect map for our life. We may not agree or like his mapping, but as a believer and child of God, I’ve chosen to accept/follow his map. It is easier to follow God’s map than to fight it and attempt to draw my own map.
Needless to say, I miss my Mom. I always will. There will always be a gap in my heart of where she belongs. But I also know that over time God will fill that gap and bring back the joy, laughter, love, etc. that was once there.
The poem is by Russell Kelfer.
The Burlingames 