Take Flight
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Not surprisingly, I continue to be an absentee blogger. And then I finally sit down and take the time to write and I'm frustrated that I can't remember all the things I wanted to write about. Most of this is for me. For my records. Those of you who read through these, I'm impressed. And I'm humbled that you are invested enough in our lives that you take the time to read, to know.
Where to start?
We are headed home in December to have this sweet baby boy. We tossed around the idea of staying here, then prayed heavily about it for about a week before deciding that going "home" was the best course of action for us as a family. Mostly for me. While the medical care here on the island is safe, for an American girl who's had 3 babies in the states with the help of pitocin (a seeming must for me to fully labor down), epidurals and quiet delivery rooms, a delivery in the hospital here seemed a bit on the terrifying side - for a lot of reasons. So, the boys and I will uproot in December, take a flight to Baltimore, and then from Baltimore to Denver and from there to Grand Junction where we will spend the weeks leading up to baby's arrival and a few weeks following. Josh will come out just before Christmas. The thought of taking a 6 hour flight with 3 little boys and a 35 week pregnant belly was obviously very intimidating. Not to mention the 2 nights in a hotel and then the 5 1/2 hours of flights to get us down to Junction. My excitement about being home with family for Christmas, and being able to deliver in a familiar place wasn't quite enough to overshadow the anticipation of going solo those few days to get there.
God provided, as he does, always, and in beautiful ways.
In a matter of a few days a beautiful brand new friend of mine here, who's husband just got tasked for a last minute deployment, is going to fly with us all the way to Denver. From the island, to Baltimore, to Denver. She'll stay with us in Baltimore.
It's incredible.
The way He provides.
The boys love her. She's wonderful with them. We're able to have wonderfully meaningful spiritual conversations.
The way He orchestrated it all. We both just keep remarking about it. How blessed we both are. The bittersweet of it for both. As I haul out away from Josh with our three (four) boys - as she watches her husband ship off to help protect our country. In the difficulty and the trials - He provides beauty and rest. I've told her many times - there's just no way for her, at this point, to fully understand how much of a blessing and how much a relief this is to me - to have her coming.
She'll be with us all the way to Denver - and then catch a flight to St. Louis to be with her family for the Holiday season while her husband fights to protect our country. Not only that, but there's a dog in the mix. The dog was the limiting factor in her initial thoughts to go home after her husband shipped out. We have a huge secure yard. And I have a husband who's staying home for 3 weeks. And there's other friends. It all just maps out perfectly.
Thats all for now. I'm feeling third trimester like I've been hit by a train. I feel heavy all over. No amount of sleep or caffeine seems to help. I'm just simply exhausted. Three crazy little boys running around drain me already, without the 4th crazy punching around inside. It's beautiful, and I cherish it all - but goodness.
Where to start?
We are headed home in December to have this sweet baby boy. We tossed around the idea of staying here, then prayed heavily about it for about a week before deciding that going "home" was the best course of action for us as a family. Mostly for me. While the medical care here on the island is safe, for an American girl who's had 3 babies in the states with the help of pitocin (a seeming must for me to fully labor down), epidurals and quiet delivery rooms, a delivery in the hospital here seemed a bit on the terrifying side - for a lot of reasons. So, the boys and I will uproot in December, take a flight to Baltimore, and then from Baltimore to Denver and from there to Grand Junction where we will spend the weeks leading up to baby's arrival and a few weeks following. Josh will come out just before Christmas. The thought of taking a 6 hour flight with 3 little boys and a 35 week pregnant belly was obviously very intimidating. Not to mention the 2 nights in a hotel and then the 5 1/2 hours of flights to get us down to Junction. My excitement about being home with family for Christmas, and being able to deliver in a familiar place wasn't quite enough to overshadow the anticipation of going solo those few days to get there.
God provided, as he does, always, and in beautiful ways.
In a matter of a few days a beautiful brand new friend of mine here, who's husband just got tasked for a last minute deployment, is going to fly with us all the way to Denver. From the island, to Baltimore, to Denver. She'll stay with us in Baltimore.
It's incredible.
The way He provides.
The boys love her. She's wonderful with them. We're able to have wonderfully meaningful spiritual conversations.
The way He orchestrated it all. We both just keep remarking about it. How blessed we both are. The bittersweet of it for both. As I haul out away from Josh with our three (four) boys - as she watches her husband ship off to help protect our country. In the difficulty and the trials - He provides beauty and rest. I've told her many times - there's just no way for her, at this point, to fully understand how much of a blessing and how much a relief this is to me - to have her coming.
She'll be with us all the way to Denver - and then catch a flight to St. Louis to be with her family for the Holiday season while her husband fights to protect our country. Not only that, but there's a dog in the mix. The dog was the limiting factor in her initial thoughts to go home after her husband shipped out. We have a huge secure yard. And I have a husband who's staying home for 3 weeks. And there's other friends. It all just maps out perfectly.
Thats all for now. I'm feeling third trimester like I've been hit by a train. I feel heavy all over. No amount of sleep or caffeine seems to help. I'm just simply exhausted. Three crazy little boys running around drain me already, without the 4th crazy punching around inside. It's beautiful, and I cherish it all - but goodness.