I'm such a crummy friend.

I have a friend who has gone through a very trying few months. The day of "reckoning" finally came yesterday and the result wasn't what was hoped for. I can only imagine what it felt like for her. And I know there isn't much I can say to make it any better. How can I even begin to know what she feels like? I know neither one of us chose our situations, but I can't help but feel guilty that this has been so difficult for her while the same situation for me has been so easy. I know God has a plan (Romans 8:28), but I'm not sure me telling her that is going to make her feel much better right now. So, I'm left without much to say. Maybe that's a good thing. Some people probably think I talk too much anyway. :) I hope she knows I'll be here to listen if she needs it!

Abbey, doooo that?!

I think things are starting to get back to normal around here. I'm feeling almost 100% again and the kids have pretty much adjusted to their new little sister.

Katie is really into her baby dolls now that Amy is here. When I'm nursing Amy, she'll go grab one of her dolls, put it under her shirt and pretend to nurse it as well. Or sometimes she'll go put the doll in her bed and come out and say "Shhh. Baby night night". If Amy cries in the car, Katie will yell out "Amy, it's okay! Shhh!". It's too cute.

This morning when Katie woke up I was right in the middle of nursing Amy. So, she went to grab her doll so she could sit next to me and feed it. All of a sudden she looked down to notice one of the feet missing on her doll. She immediately got a very concerned tone and asked where the baby's foot was. I tried so hard to contain my laughter because this was obviously very distressing for her. Apparently Abbey (our dog) got ahold of the doll last night and chewed it's foot off. How do you explain that one? While I was trying to figure out how to respond, Micah quickly chimed in the way only a man can, "Katie, Abbey ate it." Katie yells in a broken hearted tone, "Abbey, doooo that?!". In adult language that is "Abbey, why did you do that?!". Katie then took a deep breath, looks up at me with sad eyes, and asks me for some band aids for the baby. Micah proceeded to put Abbey in time out while we doctored up the stump of a leg.

Kids are so great!

I hate needles.

I've been known to nearly faint anytime I need to have blood drawn. In fact, one of the biggest reasons we began having our children at home instead of a hospital is because the thought of the possibility of getting an IV in my arm was too much for me. So, you can imagine my reaction when I had to go to the ER this week.

I thought something might be wrong when my post birth cramping was starting to get progressively worse instead of better late last week. But, being the stubborn person I am - I wrote it off as normal because it was my third kid (the cramping supposably gets worse with each kid). I noticed I had a slight fever on Saturday when Micah and Katie were playing doctor and they took my temperature. I still wrote it off as nothing and continued popping my 800mg of Motrin to dampen the cramping and fever. By Monday, there was no denying the possibility of something being wrong -- I had the shivers and my fever hit 103.2 by mid day. But, I still wasn't willing to give in. Monday night was my demise. I couldn't sleep, I was freezing to death, and by the wee hours of Tuesday morning I was beginning to hallucinate. My fever was now at 104.7. Chris called Sharon first thing Tuesday morning to let her know. Since we couldn't be certain what it was, she decided to send me to the ER to be checked out and shortly thereafter, they admitted me to the hospital.

Now, I've never been to an ER let alone a patient in a hospital. I'm hardly there 5 minutes and they're hooking me up to an IV, taking x-rays, examining my insides, drawing blood from both arms, bleh! Within 2 hours, I had been poked and prodded me in every which direction to figure out what was wrong. Let's just say - they left no stone unturned. In the end, I was diagnosed with a uterine infection. They gave me IV antibiotics and by the next day, I was feeling almost 100% better.

I've been home for a few days now and am feeling much better. I think we're starting to get into the swing of things with having 3 kids. I don't know how we would have gotten through the past 2 weeks without our families. They have been a tremendous help. It's been weird to think about what an uncomplicated pregnancy I had, an "easy" birth, and such an easy going baby and then to have such a crazy couple weeks postpartum for me personally. You just never know when things might come up. We are so blessed to have such a loving family who comes together to help each other out in times of need!