Life's Jules

Addison talking to my belly

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An Ode to the Sleep Deprived Parent! One of my favorite lines, “Why can’t you sleep? Is it your teeth? I need another coffee!”

Source: www.youtube.com/sydneysymphony

Too funny!

Before we were officially sleeping in the new house my dad and I took Addison to walk around and see the progress. After walking through the house we sat on the randomly place couches. There were tools, boxes, and junk everywhere! Addison found a pile of stuff on a table and started exploring.

After a few minutes she calmly asked, “is this my blood?” I Looked horrified to see her little fist dripping in blood! I opened her hand to find a razor blade in her palm! I rushed her to the kitchen sink to see the damage. Relieved it was only a small cut on the tip of her finger, but it did bleed a lot. Being the brave little girl she is, she shed no tears and only continued to ask questions. Like, “is my blood red?” “Was that razor blade sharp?” “Do I have an ouchie?” “Do I get a bandaid?”

We had a little chat about not picking up or touching things when we don’t know what they are. Also I made a mental note not to move my kids into the house until it was completely childproof and razor blade free! Now anytime Addison sees something she doesn’t recognize she looks at me and ask, “is that a razor blade mom?” But don’t worry it never is!

Addison as she pushes an empty box from the dining room out of her path

Remember that post about breaking down…I was just kidding! I had to go a little lower first…just a touch. I think God thought I got off a little to easy and wanted me to see how it could really be. Ok Lord, I heard you. We have it pretty good…but I’m still telling the story…

Where I left off was packing/sickness/pregnancy. Ok so the tune hasn’t changed much, but the characters have. Friday was scheduled to be moving day, and I caught the same flu bug the girls had on Tuesday. No big deal I thought. I’m an adult I can just power through. Well I was wrong, anything I ate came back up…for 3 days. Now normally adults just know a flu has to run its course, but a pregnant adult doesn’t have the luxury of waiting. I ended up on Friday (moving day) in the hospital with dehydration. They hooked me up to an IV for fluids, drugs for the nausea, and a monitor for the baby to make sure it was ok. After some blood work and other nasty tests they told me baby was fine. then came the scary news. If I tested positive for the flu I would be admitted to the hospital for up to a week! I was suddenly very afraid of the results. I thought maybe a night, but a week is too much, I have stuff to do, doesn’t my body know I don’t have time for the hospital? Abe and I waited anxiously for the results, luckily it came back negative and I was told it was just a nasty stomach virus! So early Saturday I went home and went to bed. Saturday during the day the whole “moving team” showed up. Instead of me unpacking and directing traffic for what goes where, I was in bed…sleeping.

It was one of the most stressful and helpless feeling I’ve experienced. I had people unpacking my kitchen, my clothes, my kids toys and much more. Although it was a blessing to have so many come and help, I felt awful. All I wanted was to do it myself, and I couldn’t.

It is humbling to let people take care of you when you can’t do it yourself. My family watched my kids and Abe’s family helped unpack and again…I slept.

Now everyone is well, and Abe and I have slowly been unpacking the rest of our things, but I learned a monstrous lesson of patience. And I have been reminded not to take my health or the health of my family for granted. We are so lucky to wake up every morning, jump out of bed (or in your third trimester you kind of roll out of bed) and start a beautiful day.

Friends keep your family close, and enjoy every healthy breath! I know I am!

If you google ‘moving stress’ one of your first hits will be a list of the top 5 stressors in life. Moving is number 4, just behind jobs, debt, & relationships…blah blah blah…those are more of a constant for some people, moving is a BIG event.

If they factored in what we have experienced lately, I can guarantee they would move Moving to the top of the list…Lets start at the very beginning, a very good place to start, (if you caught the Sound of Music reference there, your childhood was very much like mine…thanks Mom)

We started with selling our house. It sold, quickly and without much pain or effort…well then the closing process began…you wait and wait for inspections and paper work and then wait for a closing date it was set for Feb 27th. First the lender (for the buyer) was backed up…another week before closing. Then the papers got miss filed…another week. Then we had lost our place in line with the lender…another week. Then we set a date for last Friday, but got a call the morning of that the lender wasn’t available anymore…so after prayerful consideration we decided to put our house back on the market and not waste time with this buyer anymore…2 months wasted…totally not awesome

Then the packing…or lord the packing…never could I ever believe 4 humans could have accumulated so much stuff! Yuck! It honestly was disgusting the amount of ‘things’ we have. It has been an eye opener to Abe and I about how we can live with less when we move…but friends thats whole different post…

Now to add the stress of entering my 7th month of pregnancy. To anyone who has be pregnant before, you’ll understand when I talk about good days and bad days…this isn’t necessarily, sickness or emotions, but mainly ENERGY! I feel so drained some days that I honestly want to cry thinking about getting off the couch at the end of the day to finish the house work I need to before bed. Now this is not every day, in fact this isn’t even most days, but lets be honest…there are days…hence the good and bad days. Somedays I get home from work and I fill 5 or 6 boxes, in an organized fashion, before my kids even get up from their afternoon naps. Then craft a pinterest inspired dinner before Abe walks in the door. Other days I can barely get food on the table and hope cereal has become a major food group and someone just forgot to tell me…

If those few things weren’t enough to handle, we welcomed the stomach flu into our home last week. It hit Addison first, she spent two days vomiting with a fever, and having diarrhea. Crying, movies, medicine and A LOT of laundry later I thought we were fine. Well Addison started on Tuesday finished Thursday and Gemma thought she would just pick up where Addison left off. So Friday Gemma took a turn. Same exact thing, except with Gemma she developed the most god-awful diaper rash known to man. This thing was so evil the poor child cried when you sat her down. Diarrhea and diapers were not meant to be friends. Now its Sunday night and just when I thought Gemma was getting better, I put her in her highchair for dinner and she explodes vomit all over the high chair, me, the floor, and the table, where I have just put dinner…

Ok we have finally make it to the break down. Now remember we have been packing and packing non stop + I’ve had a very small amount of ‘good days’ this week + news about the house going back on the market + two sick and sad babies = me calmly picking up Gemma, cleaning her, soothing her, throwing away dinner, pulling out my trusty cereal box and milk, putting Addison in front of a movie (with cereal), sanitizing my entire kitchen, and then going to my room for a nice hard cry.

Ahh friends, this isn’t intended for sympathy, this is simply my way to vent in healing way. I know when life gives you lemons you make lemonade, but what the quote doesn’t tell you is the Receiver of Lemons first squeezed out all the lemons and took a sip, then made a nasty sour face and said, “This shit needs sugar!”

Well friends I need some sugar…the sugar being first my husband told me to take a tub and he would go do the grocery shopping for the week. Second that in a week I will be unpacking all of my stuff into my beautiful new house! I have family and friends flocking to offer their services in any way possible during the move, My kids will be healthy, and my house will sell when it’s good and ready. My life will be filled with more energy filled ‘good days’ and the bad ones will have to take a backseat because, I figured out that sour lemon juice sucks, and if you add a little sugar everything tastes much better.