Little Everyday MOMents

One day last week I was changing Kimball's diaper because I could smell him. All I found was a little cocoa pebble in there and as I was wiping/cleaning him, I had the urge to throw up. I grabbed the bowl which thankfully was in arms reach and started throwing up while running to the bathroom. Kimball always follows me into the bathroom so I made sure to close the door behind me. Meanwhile, his cute naked little self was running all over.

I finished cleaning up myself and opened the door to find a piddle puddle and a poo puddle right in front of the bathroom door. So much for the one cocoa pebble because this stuff was green, runny goo. So I ran upstairs to wake up Lance who was sleeping in, to come help me with Kimball.

As we returned downstairs, more damage was done. Kimball kept pooing on the area rug, at the bottom of the stairs, into the kitchen, ALL OVER. It was now dripping down his legs, his onesie, his socks, and he was stepping in it making green foot prints all over the main floor. Lovely.

Lessons From Liberty Jail

“Most of us, most of the time, speak of the facility at Liberty as a ‘jail’ or a ‘prison’—and certainly it was that. But Elder Brigham H. Roberts (1857–1933) of the First Council of the Seventy, in recording the history of the Church, spoke of the facility as a temple, or, more accurately, a ‘prison-temple.’ Elder Neal A. Maxwell (1926–2004) used the same phrasing in some of his writings. Certainly this prison-temple lacked the purity, beauty, comfort, and cleanliness of our modern temples. The speech and behavior of the guards and criminals who came there were anything but temple-like. In fact, the restricting brutality and injustice of this experience at Liberty would make it seem the very antithesis of the liberating, merciful spirit of our temples and the ordinances performed in them.

“So in what sense could Liberty Jail be called a ‘temple,’ and what does such a title tell us about God’s love and teachings, including where and when that love and those teachings are made manifest? In precisely this sense: that you can have sacred, revelatory, profoundly instructive experiences with the Lord in any situation you are in. Indeed, you can have sacred, revelatory, profoundly instructive experiences with the Lord in the most miserable experiences of your life—in the worst settings, while enduring the most painful injustices, when facing the most insurmountable odds and opposition you have ever faced.”

Elder Jeffrey R. Holland

Last Week

I am so thankful for family! Both grandma's and my sister in laws have graciously volunteered to watch Kimball during the day so that I can throw up and rest on my own without having to worry about him. These are a few pictures from last week.

As Of Late

This pregnancy has been great so far, that is until last week. Last week I started feeling much more tired, even doing dishes or laundry really drained my energy and I'd have to lay down every half hour.

Then came Saturday when everything changed and it's back to being really sick. I've lost six pounds in one week, the majority of which in the past three days. Not fun at all. It's becoming really hard to even pick up Kimball because I have no strength left.

I'm so thankful for family! Mom, Donna, KoLei, Heather, and Trish are taking turns watching Kimball everyday. I simply can't do it, not to mention taking care of myself. And so here I am laying on the couch all day trying not to throw up and rest as much as possible. My goal right now is to avoid the hospital and iv's.

It's incredibly difficult to stay positive when I'm absolutely miserable and can't do anything for myself. But we pray and hope and take one day at a time.

Like Father Like Son

Donuts For Dinner

Warms My Heart

Easter

Girls Week #2

Donna, Steph and girls, and Kimball and I went to Boise for four days for some girl time. It was spring break so all the kids could play and spend some time together. I got very few pictures, most are of Kimball. This was Wednesday.

And this was Thursday. Kimball had a fever all day, he would just sit in a ball on some one's lap and cuddle with his puppy. He didn't laugh or talk or anything. Just sat there in a ball. Poor guy.

This was Thursday night at TGI Friday's. It was not a good evening, I had to take Kimball out of the restaurant several times because he wouldn't quit crying. Poor boy didn't feel well at all.

And this is Friday. After throwing up at Jerusha's house three times, I knew we needed to go home. But I was without my own car so I had to call mom to come pick us up. Yep, my mom is pretty much amazing, don't know what I'd do without her.

The next several journal entries will be brief and probably without too much dialogue. Thank you morning sickness.

Where Is Hope?

After two weeks of feeling on top of the world with this pregnancy, this week the sickness finally hit. I don't have hyperemesis yet, haven't thrown up yet, but the sickness is there. I questioned myself: why did you think right now or any time was the right time to have another baby? Why did we want another one? Why does it have to be so incredibly difficult to bring children into this world?

And so I've really struggled this week to be optimistic and strong and endure everything well. Because I feel flat out crummy and still have to take care of Kimball. But, a good friend of mine from many years ago posted this link on facebook. It has given me a little bit of hope tonight.