Aron had his first doctor visit this morning. I ended up taking all three boys along which didn’t go too badly. Owen impressed everyone in the waiting room by counting the 36 beads on the table top toy. Ivan did pretty well but kept telling me that he had poo poo’ed in his diaper when in fact he hadn’t. I suppose he was passing gas and in respect to the difference I am thankful. Our appointment was at 9:30 and I had fed Aron at 8:15 so I felt confident that we would be in and out before I would need to feed him again. I was wrong. He started crying on cue at 10:15 while we were still seated in the waiting room. I decided to just ask them for a room to nurse him and just as I was finishing that little chore the doctor came in to check him out. All is well. He’s big strong and healthy. He’s weighing in at 10 lbs. and 1/4 oz.
I am taking it easy now. The more I sit still the more energy I feel the next morning and I’m trying to maintain that balance of doing a little at a time and increasing activity without doing too much. I think a trip out of the house with three boys on my own was a pretty good achievement for today and other than a trip out of the house by myself tonight I’m pretty much done for the day.
The Night of Laughter is quickly approaching and I have much to do. I put off my big project because of the impending baby delivery and now I am a little too close for comfort on my deadline. The event is on the 19th of this month. That’s just 10 days away! Aaahhh!! I will get this done…I just have to.
On a more serious note. Today marks the 6th anniversary of my mother’s passing. As I took Aron and the boys to the doctor’s office today I was so aware of her absence. To see them all growing and thriving and to realize they cannot know her is very sad, but as I told my brother, at least these boys don’t know what they are missing. I can imagine her reaction to them and their antics and I can imitate it to some degree, just so they don’t miss out. I am thankful for all she taught me and hope that it’s enough to pass along to three little boys.
Thanks for writing about Mom. I never know if I should bring it up. It seemed especially hard this year.
Love you…
I am so sorry for the loss of your mother, and I know all too well the pain and ache of missing the experience and interaction of one’s mother see your own kids. You serve her memory well in the wonderful mothering you do for your boys.
Big accomplishment getting out the door to the doctor’s appointment! So, how did you get past the “not lifting the car carrier” thing? Or are you a rule breaker?! 😉
Kristy – You can bring it up anytime you want. Love you too.
Tisra – I read my previous post about not being able to lift the carrier and thought…why can’t I just lift him out of the carrier while the carrier is in the van. So…Kris put the carrier in for me this morning and I just carried the baby around the old fashioned way.
Good job, Mary, but I am glad you are pacing yourself.
I miss my dad too, and I wish he could have known the little guys. I feel like he does look down on us though, and your mom too. Its harder to lose a mom cause they are so loving and so involved.
Mary, this may be a long comment, but I feel compelled to share it considering what you said about your mom. I’m sorry it’s been a hard day, and I’m happy you have so many good memories. She was a lovely lady!
I don’t know if you remember this, but when Grandma Katie died, we did a lot of sitting around due to the extended viewing hours. That part, I’m sure you remember, but my story is the part I’m thinking you may not have. Anyway…we(grandkids especially) did a lot of talking about Heaven, what it’s like, the fact that we know several people there, and discussing whether they can look down on us or are aware of us. The night before the funeral I had a dream. It was by far the most vivid dream I’ve ever had. I could see Grandma’s face as clearly as if she were right in front of me. I could also hear her voice just like we were sitting face to face. She knew we had asked about whether she was able to see us, and proceeded to tell me.
“I can focus in and look down on you if I really want to, not all at once or all the time, but if Tobey has a ball game or someone else has something going on, I can focus in and pay attention when I want to.”
Here she paused and smiled her big grin, “but I can reeeally hear you singing”.
I know you know how that “reeeally” sounded. It was so Grandma Katie, there’s no other way to put it.
For years I’ve felt such an honor that I had the privilege of having that dream. In a way, it felt like our own little goodbye. It’s also been a blessing as I think about other loved ones who have gone on before. I don’t like that we’ve had several family members die. One thing that I do appreciate about it is that I think, as a family, we have a bit more of a sense of the continuity than those who have never lost anyone dear. It’s hard to miss the ones we love. I know you know this to a greater degree, having lost your mom, than I can at this point. At the same time, I love the knowledge that we get to spend eternity with them if they are believers. I think that’s probably my favorite thing about christianity other than salvation itself. The fact that we know we get to see each other again is so real to me that when my Grandpa Eichorn was dying, I almost felt tempted to ask him to tell Grandma hello for me when he gets there. I held my tongue, but I love the promise of sharing eternity with our God, which means that we’ll be together as well!
Anyway…I hope that in some way this blesses your heart as it does mine. You can bet it makes me smile at her when I’m singing! Even 16 years later, I still get a little teary sometimes when I sing some of the ones I know were her favorites:)
That absolutely is an accomplishment – going anywhere with three boys, regardless of their age!
I pray that the Lord brings you comfort as you remember your mom today.
The boys are making such accomplishments. Owen is getting to be such a big boy!
I hate it for you that your Mom can’t be here for you now. I haven’t experienced that personally but I know it hurts and I’m praying for you.
Mary, I loved your mom. Reading your blog made me miss her. She was a wonderful woman and that is evident in the legacy she left behind in her children. I wish she were here to see all of these grandbabies! I hate that she had to leave so soon.