If morning sickness wore a shirt, this is what mine would be sporting:
This is what my Visiting Teacher looks like:
Well, okay, in actuality she looks more like a kind, beautiful, grey-haired, motherly, graceful, grandma. I just couldn’t find any pictures of that type casting a patronus with feeling. Work with me here.
And this is what she does for me when she comes:
Sure, I may still be passed out, incapacitated, totally useless,
BUT
At least I could do it in a sparkling downstairs with a 2 hour nap under my belt.
Just thinking about it makes me want to cry again.
I love my visiting teacher. When I’m in her shoes, I want to do for someone exactly what she’s done for our family. We felt the impact of her visit for a full week, and she came back again yesterday ready to put her shoulder to the wheel. I was at the park hiding from my house (and also enjoying a place I could sit and do nothing while my kids don’t notice it as much), without my phone, naturally, so I missed her, but still.
She came!
On a day when I’d been praying all morning just for strength to get through the next moment, hoping that she’d call, wanting to call her but not quite being brave enough… She came just to check up on me and see if I needed help.
Counting Blessings
Now, I should let you know something before you get all worried about me and my little Smithlings. I’m really not completely incapacitated. I really shouldn’t complain when I personally have known many other women have it much worse than I do. So I throw up now and again, and sometimes several times in a day. And spend my afternoons well past the verge of exhaustion. So I’ve gone from being a middling sort of cook to a completely inadequate one and my hubby gets to pick up the slack there. So?
People near and dear to me spend months on bedrest, tied to IVs, even spend weeks in the hospital just to get their babies here.
Others near and dear would give anything to be blessed with this kind of challenge, knowing it will very likely result in another adorable baby being added to our family.
We are so, so blessed to be in this situation, though it comes with difficult moments. Those will pass. The house will get put back together. Meals will be made and likely burnt. The Tickle Monster will haunt the playground once again.
And we’ll have new one of these to share the adventure with.
So worth it!
PS: Go do your home/visit teaching!
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Awwwwww. I hope you feel better! That baby is adorable. I can see how it would make it all worthwhile. 🙂
This is just a beautiful post. Thank you. And good luck! I hope for C’s sake, you have a gorgeous girly.
Hello! Where have I been? It had been sounding like you were expecting for a while, but I just told myself, no, you said you were done! 😉 I remember the last time you said you were done. Yay for darling little kids. I am so glad you are my friend because I have to say I have learned a lot about how to sit back and enjoy parenthood from your awesome example! Kids have no idea how much we love them. If the love wasn’t there we would totaly not do the whole pregnancy thing ever again. 🙂
I’m very happy for you. What a lucky baby to be able to come to the awesome Smith family. 🙂