Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Coming to Terms

This time last year, we were debating the decision of whether to have another baby. It was something that we went back and forth about. One day, it was yes. And the next day, no. Despite the fact that my body doesn't know the meaning of "textbook pregnancy", I LOVED being pregnant both times. From the Lovenox shots 2 times a day for 26 weeks & unplanned c-section with Sam to the {work induced - I'm convinced} bedrest with Grace, pregnancy was still a great time for me, for us. We finally reached the decision that we probably were fine with the two wonderful blessings that we have been given. It was a hard decision and one that took me a long time to accept. I went through some depression and grief. Another chapter of life was over.

Fast forward to late last year...

Pete's dad went into the hospital for what we - and he - thought would be a quick stay for IV antibiotics to get rid of an infection in his foot. After a couple of days of meds & some testing, it was clear that the plan of action wasn't working. Long story short...he had his foot amputated on New Year's Eve. What a way to end the year. He continues to improve and should be home {staying} with us soon.

It wasn't until a couple of weeks ago that I had a better appreciation for our decision. After Pete had spent nearly every day over a 3 week period either at the local hospital or traveling to the VA hospital in Birmingham. After we'd muddled through the holidays with this extra "stuff" going on. After we were just c.o.m.p.l.e.t.e.l.y. worn out. I can't even imagine surviving the last 6 weeks being pregnant {apparently I don't do textbook so who knows what would be going on} and having a 5 year old and a 2 year old. Or worse, trying to survive with a newborn {c-section recovery, no sleep, night feedings, etc} and a 5 year old and a 2 year old. I know we could - and would - adapt, but it still wouldn't be easy.

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