If I were being graded in life right now, from a outsiders perspective I have received all F’s. Fetal fibronectin, Furnace failure, and a flood. These have fueled my remedial studies of the foundation in my life.
In the last post, I included a picture of our family. The picture was taken on Graham’s 4th Birthday. Thursday, April 11, 2013 was an important day for us all, and it marks the first sign of preterm labor.
The first F.
I often over examine my senses and feelings for my sanity and constitution. I don’t believe myself to be a hypochondriac, no it isn’t that. But I do have a healthy dose of this and I’m continually aware of my inner working: physical and mental. All that to say, when contractions hit full force that night I was alarmed but my intuition spoke calm and I trusted the Calm. We went in to the doctor’s office the next morning hopeful for reassurance that all is well. What we got was a bit of a start instead. I was admitted to the hospital and given rounds of drugs for our little man’s lungs and for contractions to calm. It wasn’t a “close call” for delivery, but seeing the signs of labor starting, my doctor took all the necessary steps to stay safe. Sadly, this short stay at the hospital cost me my son’s birthday party, and earned me bed rest.
The second F.
It happened the same day. As I was admitted, Rob was home with the kids while a furnace company was assessing our current situation for an estimate on a new furnace. Old home = constant necessary upgrades. What he found wasn’t just an out-of-date heater, but a crack in the something-or-other which was leaking carbon monoxide. He told us we needed to turn off the gas ASAP. I don’t think I need to explain further, suffice it to say, we made a sizeable purchace on Saturday, April 20th and had heat pouring through the vents again that evening. If you’re wondering about our air quality before the replacement – talk to me sometime. I can say we didn’t feel healthy at home, and I’m glad to be able to say I’m not crazy – I knew something wasn’t right.
The third F.
Almost one week after I was admitted and put on bed rest, it rained. A lot. First our backyard flooded, and then the water rose in the basement. We have a room in the basement that was remodeled into a make-shift bedroom before we bought it, and they lowered the floor by removing layers of cement which has been a source of concern for a while. All that to say, that for hours on end my husband was moving and removing items from our basement, vacuuming water, and all the rest. He was growing exhausted, and this was all before the new furnace. We were cold, wet, and without my “normal presence.”
I’ve wanted to write this post for a whole week now. As I mentioned in the last post, I have been so blessed by this new season in life. I’m learning how to be content in every situation, and it’s provided proof of lessons the Lord has trusted me with in the past. The foundation I need right now is solid as a rock. I’m not boasting in myself or any past accomplishments that got me to a spiritual high. What I’m sharing is a fresh opportunity to get down low to the ground, to search the perimeter, and to check myself in what has been built upon it.