Need to Document this somewhere....

This post is more so for my own memory's sake. I need to get better at this since, I think, with some of the situations I find myself in with my boys, after my blood pressure has returned to normal and my shot nerves seem to correct themselves, I do find these humorous... I think I have to for my own sanity's sake.

These are 3 stories about my youngest son, J3, from this week and while the 1st 2 are cute, humorous stories, the last, well, lets just say my nerves are still recovering...

1. One thing I admire about children is their ability to be entertained and/or amused by the simplest of things. Case in point. I'm sitting in the Family Room and J3 comes walking through, talking to a lady bug. Yes, he found a lady bug (actually one of those orange Japanese beetles) and was talking to it. Telling it all kinds of things while gently holding it in his hands. At one point he said, "This ladybug will go to sleep everyday." I'm not sure how long the relationship lasted but haven't heard a thing about it since that day. :)

2. This morning I'm in the kitchen and J3 is in the bathroom off the kitchen. I hear him flush the toilet, nothing out of the ordinary, until I hear something else. I hear J3 talking, talking to "anybody" that might be in the toilet. I hear, "Hello!" "Anybody in there?" "Anybody home?" "Heeelllloooo?" this went on for just a minute. It did however start my day out with a smile! :)

3. So I have the boys hop in the shower (for now it's easier to have them all shower at once) since J2 had a Dr. appt. Well, they start getting out and J3 is crying and crying. I run in there (totally calm) and ask (of course very nice) what's going on. To which J2 pipes up and says J3 stuck a marble in his butt. Seriously??!!
Ok, now what? I have him climb out of the shower and sit on the toilet hoping it'll fall out and that will be the end of it. Nothing comes out. Super! Ok, well, we're headed to the Dr. anyway, we'll just mention it then. J3 goes on as if nothing ever happened and we continue getting ready. I did ask him a few times why he put a marble in his butt, to which I got answers along the lines of, "because it's stuck in there", Duh, what was I thinking :)
We head to the Dr. spend at least 30min. in the waiting room. The kids have off of school today so I'm trying to keep the 4 of them from destroying the waiting room, while J3 continues to act totally fine. We see the nurse what we came for is finished up and we leave. I call my husband on the way home and he asks what the Dr. said about the marble. Shoot!
Claiming pregnancy brain, J3 acting fine and trying to keep the peace in the waiting room as my excuse I explain that I totally forgot to mention the marble (there went my 'Mother of the Year' award).
Head to McDonald's for lunch, J2's reward for doing a good job at the Dr. Then head home.
Call the Dr. office to let them know what happened and wondering what I should do. The receptionist got a good laugh out of my predicament and told me a nurse would call back when she was finished with an emergency patient. Ok good.
Nurse calls back, briefly tells me that because we're dealing with his rectum, basically they won't do anything and that I need to go to the ER right away! Lovely!!!
Now I must explain (so you get a taste of what I felt like when she said to head to the ER). J3 is our child who can get a scrape or cut and while cleaning it up he sounds like we are literally killing him!!! And I'm not exaggerating at all! He will scream if we try and put a band-aid on him. So when the nurse said take him to the ER right away, whatever was left of my nerves at that point....well, you get my point.
I let my husband know via chat what's going on and he isn't happy because of the huge bill we're going to get (I was too) and he was frustrated that the Dr. office was so willing to do nothing. So I call the ER to get an idea of what to expect because if they're just doing an x-ray wouldn't it be cheaper to have it done at the clinic?
After delaying our departure for 10 min. or so the phone rings again. This time it's J3's Dr. she says DO NOT take him to the ER, this is not an emergency (insert Hallelujah chorus)!! She says J3 should have no problem passing it, if I want to I can bring him in and she'll take a "look" in there, that it may be a bit traumatic but if I want the peace of mind she'll be willing to do it. I mention his "band-aid" phobia and we decide to wait it out and that if he starts complaining or acting weird (which after this week I'm not sure what classifies as "weird" anymore) to bring him on in. And also mentions she'll be talking to her nurse. :) (I love our Dr.)
I'm thanking the Lord I didn't have to take him in! I'm just hoping the shaking stops soon and my nerves regain what ever they need to regain before the next situation happens, which, in our home could be in the next 5 minutes......

Broken but Held

I've neglected my blog for too long. I've been meaning to write recently but just haven't had the time. This post isn't exactly how I'd planned my "come back" but here it is....

Yesterday at church we found out some dear friends of ours are going through their 2nd miscarriage. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing when I heard and as we prayed for them. I feel so broken.

I don't fully understand their pain because I've never had a miscarriage, but there's just a brokenness in my heart for them. Maybe in part because I'm pregnant and am having no problems.

Maybe because I know they've been praying for 6 years to add another child to their family and feeling that excitement and that hope for them....and now it's gone...replaced by sadness.

Maybe it's because I want to take on the pain and grief they're experience and bear it for them.

Maybe it's because I want to say some "magical" words to make them feel better, but in my heart know there are none.

Maybe it's because in the physical I really can do very little for them, and maybe knowing that makes the brokenness more real to me?

Maybe it's because I don't understand, and want to, but that may not be for me to ever understand.

And maybe this is one of those times when I don't understand why, but, I'm choosing to trust the Lord and His wisdom and knowledge of the situation.....even when a part of me doesn't want to....

Seeing again that our journey on this earth will not always be easy or fun or pleasant or rosy. In fact sometimes it's just plain heartbreaking and hard!

And seeing again that it's not always easy to trust the Lord and His ways...but knowing in my heart that His ways our best even if at times they bring sorrow and pain....

And strangely enough, it's in those times... in those valleys...that I seem to feel His presence more to know Him more deeply...it's in that place of brokenness that He's able to move more freely and to heal more deeply...

Why?

Maybe it's because I know I'm "Held" and that our dear friends are "Held" today too.


"The Lord is near to them that are of a broken heart; and saves such that have a contrite spirit." Psalm 34:18

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