Got out of the house. Trying to block out the visions of boxes piled up in the corners of every room. Came to starbucks. Send some emails. Read some blogs. Escape. Catch up. and give a little recap of the last few days...
Our washing machine leaked, no, poured, water all over the floor in the laundry room, into the hallway (where out new hardwood floors begin - which were completed on Friday ... this happened Wednesday). Then it went through the baseboards, under the wood, and soaked the carpet and pad in the guest room (which is on the other side of the wall from the laundry room). This is how we reacted ...
(By the way, we had just been in there - it was around midnight I think. Washed a ton of clothes that day already ... all the damage happened in a matter of 10-15 minutes maximum).
Colin cursed. I was calm.
We continued to assess the damage and realized we needed to pull up the carpet in the guest room...
I cried. Uhm, sobbed. Colin was calm.
We prayed. We tried to make sense of it all.
We're taking care of it. Had the plumber out. Had the wood floor guys out - they pulled out the damaged floors. Had the insurance guy out. Left to do - - get the Whirlpool people to check and see what the problem was. Get some people to come replace the trim. And the door frames. Have new carpet put down and new wood floors.
We'll deal with concrete floors for a while.
Thursday I cried alot. I can't even keep up with bills right now. Where is my checkbook anyway? Still trying to contact all of our utlities and doctors and everyone else with our new address and new phone numbers. I would like to send some thank you letters. That's not going to be able to happen. Rebekah called, and asked, "How are you?" I cried some more. At that point the plumber showed up. I think he felt really, really sorry for me. Charlie pooped and Cooper peed all over his shirt as I was explaining the problem.
I'm writing this so I can look back and smile. Right? I will look back and laugh. And think, wow, that January 2012 was a real doozie. So glad things are going better now. Right???
Oh, we had an appt with an ENT for Charlie today. Can't stop getting ear infections. Been on way too many antibiotics for my liking (or the doctors). Can't get the fluid in his ear to drain, so everytime he gets a little congested it becomes infected again. So, tubes. No big deal, easy procedure, I know. Especially compared to what Jackson is about to experience on Wednesday. Poor Charlie will probably get very little sympathy or attention. Poor Charlie. Anyway, we need to schedule that for some point in the near future so we aren't starting antibiotics back up again. Maybe a week or two after we get home from Jackson.
That's pretty much what's been going on outside of our usual, simple routine. Making some progress in the house. Feeling more and more at home.
We've talked to JAckson a little more as he has asked questions about what he would be aware of during the surgery. Been trying to explain its a different type of sleep. And he won't know any of it is happening. The doctors will wake him up with medicine and it will all be over. Haven't told him about what things are going to be like afterward. Will leave that for Tuesday at pre-op or the morning of surgery. Bleh. The thought of all of it makes me feel really sad.
Here's the deal. I can manage all of it, if I can know that he will be okay. It won't be fun. But if this surgery can heal him, we can all get through it. That's what I beg that you pray for - that he will be okay. That the surgeons are able to do exactly what they need to do. That everything is seamless. That 5 hours later we are smiling, and holding hands with our little boy, and knowing that he is okay.
I am not strong enough to do all of this without God. I find peace in God. I don't understand it all, but I believe in God's perfect timing. I believe that all of this - the pregnancy, the move, the flood (ha), the tubes, and Jackson's heart - it's going to be okay. We're going to get through this by surrendering it all. Giving up on trying to control anything. Just letting it go to God. It is in His hands.
I wish I could say that is easy to do. I'm a mess. Colin and I can't sleep. I've given up on make up. My eyelids are constantly swollen. Hair is a big mess. Haven't plucked my eyebrows in 2 weeks. Van is so messy I can barely find the kids in it. Feel like I am in a dream. Things are foggy, and nothing really makes a lot of sense. Colin and I are leaning on each other and we will be stronger through this.
Hopefully one day I will have some pictures to post, too. One day we will have internet. Or a washing machine that we can use. And hopefully soon, we will all be healthy and happily preparing for Maggie's big day.
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