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Tonight

Wow! I haven’t blogged since June! Life sure has changed since then!

I was just going to say a quick blurp but instead I think I’ll actually blog (I have like 20minutes before I want to attempt going to ‘bed’…more on that later).

My energy truely has returned! Praise the Lord! So much so I decided to do a fall cleaning of our house. I haven’t done a ‘true’ fall (or spring) cleaning in…well…. since the first cleaning when we moved in! Sure I’ve cleaned everything overtime but never a ‘lets do this’ cleaning where you do it all quickly and get it done…. well that was the plan anyway! I started in October, I had two weeks left before November and wanted to get the fall cleaning done before the new month….. I’m now trying to finish it this week (so it’s done before December). I only have half the Kitchen and the master bedroom left…can I do it? I hope so, although delay after delay keep coming up. And it’s not that I don’t have the energy to do the cleaning, I just don’t have the time!

I am homeschooling Joy (Grade 1) and Olivia (Pre-K). Olivia begs to do school work, Joy begs NOT to do it! They are both doing great though and we are looking to change up a few things to make it more fun etc, so over the month of December we will be taking a bit of a break to re-vamp things. To do all their school work, with all their fightings and distractions it takes us between 2-3 hours (we do 45min work, 15min break, repeat). So we are done by lunch time, sometimes (as we are slow in the morning) we eat lunch at 1pm.

Then there is the basic upkeep of a house hold. As well as squeezing in the fall cleaning, crafts and outdoor time (what is that?! I’m so bad at not getting them out!).

By the time I’m done the house chores it’s time to make dinner and Orlund is home. After dinner is cleaned up we have family time, bath time, or just play time. Often times I try and fit in MY crafts in this time when the kids are more than happy to play on their own. (you know crocheting, sewing, cross stitching, etc etc).

Before we know it it’s time for the kids bedtime routine and they are down at 7pm. Then it’s Orlund and my time to do OUR school work! Yup, Orlund and I are taking online courses. (different courses). I’ve decided I’d like to be a ‘Medical Laboratory Assistant’ (as my friend calls them ‘lab ladies’, we collect samples etc). There are 4 courses in the program, plus a 4 day work shop (hands on training) then a 6wk full time (unpaid) practicum. I’ve been given a promise of a practicum placement at the hospital. I want to work at the hospital ~ I know I’m crazy ๐Ÿ˜‰

After we do an hour to two of our school work we watch a tv show to unwind before bed.

Yup. busy.

Saturday night we went out for dinner with my dad. It was so good to see him, although we only live 45min away (and he’s in town every week day) we hardly see him. He does swing by and see the girls in their gymnastics class as it’s at the University (where he teaches), but that’s just a quick “hello” on his lunch break. So we had a dinner out with him, and planned to have him over Tuesday for his Birthday dinner (that’s tonight, his Bday is tomorrow). But Saturday night………….”Mommy! I threw up!” Joy calls…. she was sick until we went to bed at 11pm, and then it was still a restless night. She kept getting better. Last night, 2am “Mommy!! Olivia’s throwing up!” Joy calls, I answer “give her your bucket!!!”. Too late.. change of bedding….She was up every 45min or so…. I couldn’t sleep in between either. Long night.

Tonight…. Tonight I sleep on Jacob’s floor. Orlund came home from work sick, and he did get sick too. Olivia and Daddy are sharing our bed. I don’t want their germs. I changed Olivia’s bedding, but I still don’t want to sleep in their room, I haven’t fully disinfected it yet. Joy’s sleeping in there, she’s already had it and is back to normal. I’m not sleeping in the living room, too bright/cold. I’m not sleeping with the sicko’s, nope. Jacob and I are the only ones showing NO signs… Please pray we don’t get it. We are sticking together…. maybe him eating his boogers has protected him? I’m not going to start!

Pray for a good night, Pray for health. Much love!

ps~ sorry for any bad spelling, or grammar. I’m always bad, but I’m on Orlund’s comp and he has spell check off! (my computer is in the shop, for the 3rd time!).

T3’s

Saturday night as we left our cousin’s beautiful wedding we headed to our Bed and Breakfast in Surrey. I wasn’t feeling so good. my stomach was upset, my boob was inflated (12hours without nursing will do that) and most off all my head was pounding. I slept on the way, waking just in time to give Orlund the last directions to the front door. My headache was finally gone. We went for a soak in the hot tub, it was so nice to be able to chat alone. After our soak I was finally feeling better. It was a wonderful evening away.
Sunday we spent a few hours hunting around IKEA and headed home. At this point all I could think about was getting home to nurse my baby boy! ouch! After we picked the kids up from my parents we got home, had dinner and sent the kids to bed. I didn’t feel so good while eating dinner, I suddenly realized I hadn’t felt good for the past week (or two) whenever I ate. And it was progressively getting worse. Sunday night as I tried to sleep I curled in pain and once again brought out my handy tried and true ‘contraction breathing’. No sleep.
I survived Monday with just some pain, mostly after I ate. Night time was horrible again, I took a couple extra strength Tylenol’s.

Wednesday arrived and I wasn’t doing so good. It was now 3 nights without any sleep and everything just kept getting worse. My stomach was ripping with pain. I wanted to vomit, or use the washroom (just as at other times), however nothing was happening. I had planned to spend the day helping my girlfriend Ashley finish the last of her packing and get her house washed down ready for her Saturday moving day. Instead she insisted I go to the Clinic while she watched the monsters children.

3hours later I had no answers other than I wasn’t pregnant. I already knew that. The Dr tried to give me some medication, however once I reminded him I’m breastfeeding he took back the prescription. He did however give me paperwork to get tested for Celiac disease and Lactose Tolerance.
Ashley convinced me to take 1/2 a T3. I did with little effect, although as the day wore on I felt a bit better.

Thursday, I had my 2 daycare kids here. I had to be tough. Okay so it was basically a free play day. I supervised and only moved to change diapers, wipe bums, make food etc. My parents were coming home from Vancouver. I called my mom “I want my mommy” I whined. At 3:30pm they showed up at my door. by 3:45pm my mom was helping me out to the car to head to the hospital.

5hours~ I had blood tests, urine tests, pelvic test, pap test, poke my belly test, and a CT scan. again the only thing they came up with was ~ Not Pregnant. No Kidney issues. Good white blood cells. Oh, and Yeah, you’re in a LOT of pain. When I was talking to the Triage nurse I’d mentioned taking a 1/2 T3 earlier in the day. She pretty much laughed in my face and said that so long as you have pain then the T3 will only take the pain away, it wont make you high etc….. sure lady… I took 2 T3’s once the Dr decided I needed something. By the time we were heading home I was flying high! It was the first time I could walk more than 2steps without having to stop and breath through the pain, although the pain still washed over me.

Friday I stayed on the couch all day. I slept. High on T3’s. Jacob was starting to show effects of the T3’s ~ he looked a bit out of it. I called my mom in the evening as I thought I’d have to go back to the hospital. She spent the night taking care of me. Well, until I went to bed. I was now taking 2 T3’s every 4hours. Jacob and I both slept through the night!! woohoo! needed that. Saturday I told my mom I could put my big girl panties on and let her head home.

Saturday I don’t think I left the couch either. every 4 hours I popped another 2 T3’s. Orlund took all 3 kids out to McDonald’s to give me an extra break. I was feeling good, so long as I didn’t miss my dosage and didn’t move. Moving, eating, drinking is what hurt. I was upset that I couldn’t help Ashley on moving day, we’d planned it months ago. I really hate not being able to make my commitments. Sunday Orlund took all 3 kids to Church by himself as well. I was finally feeling better. I didn’t take a T3 until around 3pm.

Today, Monday. I had made an appointment for those allergy tests. (apparently you have to book for these ones). My appointment was for 8:30am. I got there at 8am, so I sat in the car until 8:10am. Then headed in. Finally I got into a room, waited another chapter in my book and by the time they started my test it was 9:40am! The lactose test is a breath test, so you breath into a tube thingy. Then drink a horrible drink. Then after an hour breath again, then again after an hour breath again. I had figured I would be out of there by 10:30am. I got out of there JUST before Noon. Grabbed some groceries, got the kids from Orlund’s parents and came home. I took a T3, I was in pain, over did it. I then passed out (Jacob too). at 3:30 his mom called *Bless her* to say they would pick Orlund up and bring him home. I was just going to call her and see if she could as I couldn’t open my eyes so figured I wasn’t fit to drive. I was up by the time he got home and had dinner started.

Tomorrow I have another test, an Ultrasound to check out all the stuff the CT scan couldn’t see. (I think the Dr is leaning towards a cyst in my ovaries). So yippee more time in waiting rooms and with Dr’s. At least I’m enjoying the kid free time and am now able to at least read a book!

I hate that I’m not 100% for my kids or husband. I know I shouldn’t feel guilty, but I think as mom’s it’s natural (right?). The house is keeping up pretty good surprisingly. The laundry will keep me busy for weeks though! I just feel bad that I’m more snappy at the kids, and because it’s my ‘core’ that’s hurting I can’t just scoop them up for snuggles or tickles. They come and gently lay next to me for snuggle time, which is fine so long as they don’t touch my stomach (which is so bloated I look 4months pregnant), or let Jacob see (he doesn’t like to share me much).

So I am getting better, slowly but surely. I’m praying that I get some answers, and soon. I also am praying it’s nothing major. I guess my Dr will call me if there is anything. I tried to book an appointment with him, the soonest I can get in to see him is Wednesday NEXT week (I booked last week, thank goodness). By then he should have all the results, and hopefully I’m 100% better!

Well that’s what’s been going on around here lately, hope you and yours are all doing better!
My God is greater!!

Happy Mother’s Day

My blog is lacking. Orlund is going to help me re-design it. I have 3 birthday parties to blog about (with photo’s). However today is Mother’s day ~ Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mom’s out there. I thank God that He blessed me with being a Mom. What an amazing privilege! Being a mom is the hardest, most tiring, humbling, amazing, blessing… I can’t even find the words to describe Mother hood. I always thought being a mom would be so easy, smooth sailing. I’d be a mom, like my mom, master house keeper, crafty, playful and energetic… oh and don’t forget patient! (okay, that’s the wrong patient but I can’t for the life of me remember how to spell it). I’m not like my mom, well I am and I’m not. I’m Me. I’ve discovered that I need the Grace of God and to rely on His strength to get me through. I’ve been trying to rely on my own strength, now I’m relying on His and it’s going so much better ๐Ÿ™‚

A little update, Jacob is over a year old now, and with that comes a new ‘balance’. For the first year of a child’s life they need Mommy, they cling to you it seems. I love being the person they want most, however that first year is a juggling act of emotions, attention, and life. This past week I realized my baby boy is changing quickly. He’s walking (almost running). He can climb up and down the stairs unassisted, although after his loving sister tossed a toy down at him during a decent, last week, that ended up with his bloody lip he seems less keen on climbing down.ย  I can leave the baby gate open if I so choose and he doesn’t care. I can now leave the bathroom door open, he no longer chews on toilet paper or rummages through the garbage, and he knows he’s not allowed to open the toilet lid to play in the water. (although if the lid is left up it’s another story). Often times I find him in the bathroom watching the wash spinning. He can pull things out of the toy box, climb onto furniture, and best of all ~ bug his big sisters!! He doesn’t talk however communicates very well in letting me know what he wants. With his new independence comes a new ‘freedom’ to me. I can do dishes without him clinging to me (although he still likes to help with the dishwasher). Cooking, cleaning and tending to his sisters needs don’t put him off like they used to. He’s fun. Really fun, loves to have fun and get you laughing. The girls include him in play and he attempts to play with them. Tonight my mom and sister were driving home from Edmonton, my mom called and mentioned they might need to spend the night here. Usually that would mean clearing a spot in the living room from the toys. cleaning kitchen, and a general ‘tidy up’. I looked around after I got off the phone with her, and you know what? I didn’t do a thing! NOT ONE THING! The house is clean! Sure I spent much of my day cleaning earlier (apparently 1 hour without kids gets lots of cleaning done! happy Mother’s day to me :). ) but it just shows how much more I feel I can accomplish in a day. He’s also starting to finally sleep longer which really helps the energy levels. I’m going to miss the baby stage when I see new babies, but I’m excited to be moving on into the next stage of our lives ๐Ÿ™‚

Sleep?

I keep going back and forth on my decision on what to do/not do about Jacob’s sleep patterns. A friend of mine who has a baby just 9days older just went through this. she decided to go the route of CIO (Cry it out), this can seem harsh to some, however not to long ago we did it with Jacob as well. It worked. Then it didn’t, teeth arrived and we were back to sleepless nights.
Last night I decided to try the CIO method again, his crying sounded like the world was crashing in on him. It broke my heart. after 5minutes I went in, nursed him and had a little cry. Nope. I’ve made up my mind this time. He’s my last baby… A baby that is almost 1 year already! Olivia started sleeping through the night around 2years old. so that gives me approximately one more year of this. This is my take on it ~
I miss sleep. I think if I slept better I wouldn’t be in this fuzzy state of mind. I would be able to refocus and possibly actually focus.. However in a years time I will no longer get to go in and snuggle my baby in the stillness, silence of the night. He wont reach up and play with my hair, or caress my cheeks with his soft hand. He wont be a little baby anymore, he’s growing. every second he’s growing. I know I’ll miss these times once they are gone. I want to enjoy every sleepless minute of it. He’s my baby, my last baby. I want to soak in every second of his babyness. So there will be no sleep training here, none. I’ve finally made up my mind. I have the rest of my life for good night sleeps, for this next yearish I can make due with what Jacob gives me. The Lord will provide the rest I need.
Oh and you might wonder how my house is going? another 15minutes or so and I’m done purging our master bedroom!! Then it’s onto the office and toy room. feeling good!

Who wouldn't want to soak all this in?

I’m alive…sort of.

Sorry to you my handful ofย  ‘followers’… I’ve been bad at blogging.

I’m busy, just kinda ๐Ÿ˜‰

I have a new daycare girl that I watch 2days , 4hours each, a week. She’s 2 ~ busy.
I have a crawling ,almost, 7month old ~ busy.
My mom is in town (Yippee) ~ busy.
I have 2 toddler girls who are fighting for my attention ~ busy.
I still watch Sol ~ busy.
I’m still a house wife (Phew!) ~ busy.
I still suck at house chores……….working on it ~ as always.
I’m doing crafts, to many crafts ~ busy.

I really need to update this blog. However for now this is all you get, sorry. But Jacob was up last night A LOT, I think I may have gotten 4hours ~interrupted~ sleep last night. We can’t see any teeth, his 6month shots were a week ago so they shouldn’t be bothering him still. I just don’t know. But it’s 10:40pm so I’d best be hitting the pillow in case he decides to repeat last night.

My mom is heading back to Thailand tomorrow (well to Vancouver) so I’m heading out to her house to help her pack (I always pack her bag ~ it’s tradition). It’ll be a sad day for me, I’ll miss my morning phone calls to her and my random phone calls throughout the day. She calls me with Revelations the Lord has shown her, and I call her with random questions ~ sewing, cleaning, child rearing. She has so much knowledge I wish I could tap into it more often. Sure we have Skype and email but it’s not the same. I have to remember my questions and hope she has time to answer them. But she is doing the Lord’s work and I think it’s amazing. I’m so proud of her and my dad.

Okay, going to bed.

nighty night.

Finally a mom

Last night as Orlund was brushing the girls teeth I was examining how their play dresses were constructed. I sewed Joy a dress, a Cinderella dress, it ended up being easier than I thought. That got my creative juices flowing. I have all this wonderful material to use just need to figure out what I want to make with it. Back to looking at how the play dresses were constructed, Orlund turns to me and say’s “you’re finally a mom”, I looked at him and replied “what?”,
“well you are all into sewing, and cooking and all that stuff”.
“I think I became a mom a long time ago honey”
“well, yeah… ummm” *foot in mouth pause*”you know what I mean… I mean…..”
“you mean I’m finally becoming an ‘all out mom’?”
“Yeah, that’s it!” *saved by the wife sigh*

I know what he’s saying. I’ve really started to enjoy doing ‘mom’ things. I’m trying to play and be more involved with the kids (not that I haven’t been but just stepping it up some). I’m trying to have the house clean everyday. I’m trying to get us outside more. I’m sewing. I’m crafting. I’m enjoying it. Orlund suggested that I stop trying to do the kids scrapbooks because I can do scrapbooking whenever, when they are older. But I wont be able to sew them clothes, play or craft with them forever so why not do those things now. It’s given me a new sense of freedom. Before, whenever I’d start a new project Orlund would remind me/tease me about not completing the scrapbooks. But now, now that he suggested not to, I feel free to pursue the other interests. Now if I could get Jacob to stop waking every 45min-hour at night so I could have the energy to do all this fun stuff!

motivation?

I’ve been on a roller coaster of emotions lately. We found a house we would like to buy. If we could get it for $40K less than asking price and get a good amount for our place we would do it. We (Orlund and I in the thought process) have gone back and forth 100 times. That does a lot to a person emotionally. I’m drained. We have decided to NOT go for it. We are going to wait a year. One more year squished in here, but where we have some financial freedom. We will save, pay down the house while doing some minor upgrades. Then re-evaluate next year.

Jacob has hit the 3 month mark. The age when infants become babies (in my eyes at least). They smile regularly, giggle and colic subsides. Jacob changed over night it seemed. Then he did again. He used to have bad gas and was colic.He pooped once every 4 days. He slept from 9pm to 5am without waking. Then usually slept after feeding until 7/8am. He also took at least one nap without me holding him. Now he knows how to pass gas, and the colic is mostly gone. He poops once a day (he has a hard time leading up to it. and overflows his diaper everyday). He goes to bed at 11pm, wakes to feed at 3am, 5am, 7am, and gets up sometime before 9am. He wont nap during the day unless on me, and even then he fights sleep like you wouldn’t believe.

Happy dimple boy

With all the changes in regard to Jacob and the emotional exhaustion my house has fallen to pieces. As I was nursing Jacob (he’s now napping on my chest) I decided to read through a few of my old posts… I read the ones about nesting…wish I had that gusto now! I will admit it did inspire me to get this house back in shape. It helps me feel so much better when the house is clean and I feel like I’ve at least accomplished something during the day.

Well now Jacob is screaming, the kids are fighting. Guess computer time is over. Wish me luck ~ I need it!

Serious

Our lives

Guess it’s about time to update you on our lives since my last post. (the last post I wrote Mar 3 not 4th like it say’s).

March 4th 2am I woke up with contractions and we were headed to the hospital by 4am. We arrived and I was already 8cm with a bulging bag of waters. Due to my quick delivery with Olivia everyone assumed that baby would arrive 30minutes after my water broke. The Dr arrived right away (we were all shocked) and broke my water. He had to jump out of the way as my water shot out at him ~ Orlund said it was like a fire hose! lol.ย  My labour was going great and I was able to talk and joke between contractions and just breath through them when they hit. The nurse and Dr commented on how this was exactly the kind of labour they wouldn’t want teenagers to see (they’d think it easy). Eventually I laid down on my side to see if baby would be able to drop lower without catching on any cervix that was left. I asked for the laughing gas as I knew contractions are worse laying down. That stuff is crazy! The nurse mentioned that she’d never seen it work before, right as I took my first breath of it… Now she’s seen it work. She asked if I take much medication, which I don’t, so she figures that’s why it works for me. Orlund again had a wonderful time laughing at me and the nurse joined in as well. My pinky fingers would go numb and so did my face. It was weird, and so me being ‘high’ and trying to feel my face made for many laughs by all. Sometime around 7am they had me kneel on the bed leaning over the back of it (raised like a chair). That kick started the real pain! It felt like an eternity and I was exhausted. Shift change happened and my Dr also came in. Finally I’d had enough and jumped around and announced “I’m done! I’m pushing!”. Luckily baby dropped that exact same time so I really was ready to push. His head was already crowning with the first push. 12minutes of pushing, small episiotomy and baby arrived!

Jacob Hugh Norstrom
8lbs 7oz 20″long
March 4, 2012 @ 7:50am

He had the cord wrapped around his neck 3 times so he came out a very dark purple. However once the cord was unwrapped he let out a hearty cry which was followed by a big sigh from all the nurses/Dr. Apparently Jacob’s heart rate had also dropped to 50bpm so they were all figuring he’d need some assistance upon delivery. He didn’t. He was perfect!

We were discharged the following evening, I pretty much told the Dr to get me out of there.
Life has been crazy since. and I’ve learned so much ~ for example ~ boys can get yeast infections, and I learned how to treat that. How to change a diaper without getting peed on. That just because your last two didn’t spit up or need burping doesn’t mean your 3rd wont!

People always ask me if he’s a good baby. I always say yes. He cry’s most the day, spits up often, doesn’t let me put him down during the day and doesn’t sleep longer than the odd 5 hours at night ~ but he’s not ‘bad’, not like he’s doing it on purpose. Orlund tells me that’s not what people mean, they mean is he easy. But I just can’t bring myself to say he’s not good. If they want to know if he’s an easy baby I’d say “not really” but he’s not bad.

The girls? Well. They are adjusting. It’s been hard on them, to outsiders you’d think they’ve adjusted well. However at home they act like hormonal teenagers going through PMS. Lots of sass and attitude. But we are working together and trying to get more one on one time so they don’t feel like mommy is all about the baby.

I’ve found having #3 to be the most difficult adjustment. Just that the delivery wasn’t as easy as I’d figured it would be, and the recovery also took longer. I’m getting older and I could sure tell this time. Orlund say’s it’s been the easiest for him, however I do everything for Jacob (mostly) and he’s a very needy baby which just wears me down. I love him and wouldn’t change the fact we had him, just being honest. I find it more difficult this time sitting and nursing him when I see all that needs to be done. I’d gotten so good at keeping the house clean before he arrived that now it drives me nuts that I can’t get it all done, and I just sit nursing and see all that needs to be done, which is frustrating at times. It’s a lot different this time. Orlund is great and I honestly couldn’t do it without him.

Well there’s been a lot more that’s happened since he’s arrived. Many good things too. But this is all the time I have to write as the kids are loosing it. I’ll leave you with another picture of my adorable little man (just a few days ago).

to tired?

The girls moved downstairs on Friday night. I have since gotten more exercise (in the 4 nights) than I have my entire pregnancy. Stairs are not fun in the middle of the night. Last night was the worst. Orlund and I have gotten into the habit of reading in bed before going to sleep, it’s nice snuggled up reading in bed together. Last night we watched TV a bit later so therefore reading took us to a short time after 11pm. I don’t know exactly when the girls started getting up, but I believe they (one or the other) woke up around midnight, and just a few times until around 3am. 3am it got worse, much worse. Joy had to go potty, she was having nightmares. Olivia was I dunno whating.. Orlund did most the trips up and down the stairs, however I was still unable to sleep, even once he returned to bed (just to jump up again 5-10minutes later) I couldn’t sleep. 6am was when I did my last trip to their room. I gave Olivia her bottle and said go to sleep. Orlund left for work around 8am. The girls got me up around 8:19am.
Okay… I can do this… I have Solomon here today, but I can do this. I’ll just nap when the kids nap, no biggie. I even had a little umph and got a tiny bit of organizing done in the office. (I mean TINY bit). Nap time rolled around ~ Yipee! 4 phone calls, 3 interruptions from Joy (more snack, potty etc etc), and a baby in my belly who had major hiccups = NO SLEEP. I got up and did some book keeping and other mindless tasks. It’s now 5pm, I’m starting to cook dinner. I can’t keep my eyes open… literally. I’m exhausted. (I might also add that yesterday I cleaned the entire upstairs of our house ~ it’s spotless. That also wears me out).

Sickies

This past week has been….an interesting one…
Saturday night Olivia was up all night with a fever. Actually she was up then down then up, just all over. We spent most the night snuggling her and worried about another seizure.
Sunday morning she woke with a horrible cough and a lot of flem in her chest. But she seemed to do better through the day.
Monday Solomon got dropped off, he had the exact same cough as Olivia, he also napped almost the entire day. Olivia was more snuggly than usual and we went through a lot of Kleenex between the two of them. Monday night, I didn’t feel so great.
Tuesday Solomon got dropped off again. I also now had the same cough as the two little ones. Not fun, whenever you cough the pain spreads throughout your chest and back and, well, it’s painful! Tuesday night Olivia was doing a bit better, I was a bit sicker, and Orlund spent over an hour in the washroom.
Wednesday morning Orlund had another bout in the washroom just as we were getting up (he’d figured he’d stay home to recover as he wasn’t feeling well). This time however there was a lot of blood. So I got the girls dressed and we took him to emergency. After we dropped him off we went grocery shopping and then went to take him a few things before coming home. After 4hours of not hearing from him I was worried and tried to call him numerous times (he’d turned his phone off). Finally I couldn’t take it and wanted to know what was going on so called Leah over to watch the girls so I could zip over and find out for myself what was up (Thanks Leah!). I talked to a volunteer to see if I could get in to see him and she found out he was on his way down. Okay I’ll wait. Turns out his mom was with him all day (Thanks Hazel), although apparently because she was with him he just forgot to call and update me? dunno. Not important. So we came home to some girls that were happy Daddy was home. (he had to have a CT scan and they have more tests to run as they don’t know what it could be). Joy also seems to have picked up Olivia and my wonderful cough.
Thursday (Dec 1st), Today. Orlund stayed home as he’s still not well. He slept the entire morning. I of course had taken the other days as not cleaning days… well there is only so long you can go before you need to do some cleaning. So I picked my worn out, painful, exhausted self up and got a little cleaning done. *yeah me!*. Both the girls are exhausted and….well….sick. I took a nap when Olivia did, I don’t know if it helped or not. I feel even more ready for bed. Oh well, no rest for a mommy! Our little bean I’m cooking seems to be just fine, he’s rather set in his waking/sleeping routine and doesn’t much move off of it (unless I wake him with my excessive, painful coughing).

But you know what? we’ll make it through. I might have even more grey hair after, but we’ll make it! Well I’d better go get dinner cooking. Hope you and yours are feeling better than we are! God bless!