The collection of toys in my room. Lizzy having a tea party with herself shirtless…she had gotten her shirt wet a little earlier with another tea party!
French toast David made me and the kids enjoying some dancing in my room one afternoon.
Since being on bed rest for 3 weeks, we have all made some adjustments. Poor Lizzy definitely has had the hardest time with it, since she doesn’t understand why I am being so lazy all the time and not helping her like I usually do. Each day she brings a few more toys into my room to play with. She even found some in storage and somehow got them out of a box and all the way into my room! She is a determined little girl! David and I were both struggling with the idea of me being on bed rest and him still needing to keep up with his job and all the time that is required of him for it and adding all of my duties that I can no longer do to his list. It is nearly impossible and things kept falling through the cracks. It was hard for him to not only work 9:00-5:00, but then to have to keep the house clean, the kids fed, the shopping, the laundry, the yard work, taking the kids to and from school and all the other little things that we are both used to me taking care of. Something had to happen to make this work for 7 weeks. So David had amazing inspiration. He decided to ask his sister, Giselle, who lives about 15 minutes away from us, if she would be willing to come over and help with each day. She is able to come every weekday except Wednesday and it has been such a huge blessing. Although David does a great job with housework, it was so hard to stay on top of all of it, so Giselle is sweet enough to help with laundry, taking the kids to school and some of the cleaning that gets overlooked. She brings her son Lincoln with her and the 3 little cousins play pretty most of the day. It is also nice, because Elizabeth will actually leave my side to go play with them! She was by my side in my bed for the first week and a half. It was sweet of her, but I was going crazy not having a break from her!!! We are paying her a little money for her time. It’s not much, but with all that she does we couldn’t let her do it for free, especially since it would be for so long! Such a blessing.
Since her and Kevin only have one car, her and David came up with a system. Each night Giselle takes David’s car home and then, when she gets here in the morning David is able to take his car to work and leaves her the van to take the kids to and from school and wherever else she may need to go in the day. We only have one key for my van and one Thursday we forgot to get the key from Giselle for the van and were without a car for the night. Our ward is sweet enough to bring us meals 3 times a week, but this night was one that we take care of ourselves. I had been craving a burger all day and was so excited, when David said he would go get a burger and fries for me for dinner. He was about to leave, when he noticed he didn’t have his keys. Giselle had accidently put them in her purse, while dealing with the 2 little ones and getting them out of the car and forgot to leave them here for us…I had been having a rough couple of days and was emotional and hungry and so when David told me he didn’t have a car, I just started balling. Let’s just say I’ve been way more emotional these past 3 weeks than I have for this entire pregnancy. I don’t like making other people do what I usually take care of and I don’t like not controlling anything! It is very hard to have to wait for others to do things for me. So I was starving on this Thursday night and emotional and went and took a nice bath to not be so uncomfortable and to help pass the time. When I got out of the bath, David had a plate of french toast waiting for me. It was delicious. This was huge for him. David is not a cook at all and has never made a breakfast food in his life. I was shocked and so grateful. And it really was delicious. He told me he had 2 bad pieces before a good one. The first one he didn’t put enough mix on the bread and the second he put way too much on the bread, but the third and on were perfect. He really is a great husband. Giselle felt so bad the next day that she went out for lunch and bought me my burger and fries that I had been craving. Everyone knows how much I love food and so not being in control of what I get to eat is terrible for me, especially when I’m pregnant!!
So I spend my days working on Pierce’s Christmas stocking, reading books, watching a lot of Netflix, blogging (obviously), naps, baths to ease the pain that comes with the last trimester of pregnancy, online shopping, talking to my sisters and lots of just staring off into lala land!! I’m not going to lie. Some days it is so nice to know I can’t do anything or go anywhere, but then there are the days when I am going stir crazy and just want to do things for myself and not have to wait for someone else to do it for me and I miss getting out of the house.
David has taken the kids out a few times. His work had a work party at Boondocks one Friday night. He took all the kids after convincing him that Elizabeth out of all the kids needed to get out of this house. She ended up being the easiest one to watch that night.
Then the 3 older kids went to Trish’s for a sleepover and then the next day they went to Gabby’s birthday party at a trampoline place. Giselle took the kids to David’s work at about 4:00 that afternoon and I had no one in this house with me for about 2 hours. It was pure heaven! Then that night some friends of mine from West Jordan brought me some dinner and then we spent the next 5 hours laughing and catching up with each other. I am so lucky to have such great friends!
Last Monday I had it in my head that I only had 4 more weeks of bed rest and was so excited! Then I got out my calendar and realized I had 5 weeks not 4. That was a sad day. I’ve done it 4 times before this and survived and I will survive these next 4 weeks. On the plus side it does make my kids unbelievably independent and self reliant! So maybe this is all for the better for someday in their futures.
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