Hospital Chronicles

This was not how I expected the last weeks to go. Laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to monitors, an IV dripping into my veins. Nurses and Drs. going in and out , questions, more questions, another ultrasound. And a great big weight on my shoulders as the Dr. informed me this would most likely be a 2 week stay. I’d like to say I took it all well. But, I’m pregnant. Very pregnant and hormonal 🙂 So there were tears. And the feeling of how is this going to go down. But most importantly, baby was happy and kicking as usual, so that was a wonderful blessing!

The next few paragraphs will include bits of my journaling I did while in the hospital, along with some photos.

day 2 ~ I’m sitting in my room at the antepartum unit, and writing in this journal that was made by some sweet volunteers, and packaged in a little bag with a pen, and some tissues. My nurse from labor and delivery, Amanda, wheeled me over. She is so sweet! I had to hug her before she left. I’m going to miss her 🙂 The thought of staying in here overwhelms me a bit, but I know it’s best for baby.

Breakfast

Breakfast

Day 3 ~ It looks gorgeous outside, but they tell me it feels cold. Missing my kiddos this morning, but they did come in last night, which was great! And Dale is coming down to see me at lunch, and bringing me food 🙂 He’s been doing such a great job, but I know he misses not having me at home. The Dr. was in again today, and says if there are no changes till Monday, I can probably go home!20160609_142027Poor hubby is exhausted 🙂 Notice the treat he brought me 🙂20160608_194114 20160611_120423These two fought over being in bed with me. Looks like I lost 🙂

Day 4 ~ Today felt a bit long because I had no visitors. Dale was going to come down with the children, but family was coming to mulch for us. It makes me feel humbled, but also blessed!! I heard the lullabies playing at least 4 times today. They play them whenever a baby is born. I’m praying for a good night of sleep. Last night I couldn’t get comfortable between baby moving and restless legs. And there was a sweet baby that cried most of the night. I was wishing I could take a turn with him/her since I couldn’t sleep anyway 🙂20160610_181042I could always hear the helicopter when it came and left. And sometimes I caught a quick glimpse of it.20160611_132409My view from my window. And that’s my family walking down there 🙂20160610_100556My bedside table.. 20160609_221527Strawberry pie from my sis. Oh so yummy! 🙂

Day 5 ~ For some reason, I didn’t journal this day. Dale brought the children down around 10:30, and they ate lunch with me there.  I think this was also the day I was paid a visit from one of my labor and delivery nurses. Jill is so nice, and we visited for close to 1/2 hr. I love how great the nurses here are! I also had a nurse named Jenna, which was funny 🙂 And we talked about our families, and being moms, etc. These nurses work hard, and should be appreciated for all of their hard work!

Day 6 ~ Tuning into the church service, and the tears just come again. The song “Blessed Jesus hold my hand, I need Thee every hour”, speaks into my heart.

And the devotional, whether you are going through a mountain or valley, “We’ve got the Power in the name of Jesus!” I admit this week felt like a bit of a valley for me, even though I have so much to be grateful for! So through my occasional discouragement and tears, I can’t help but think of all the good things I have been blessed with this week.

  1. The wonderful husband God gave me, who supports me and loves me well.
  2. My sweet children and their big smiles when they come in the door to see me.
  3. Family, and the way they pitch in. Food, babysitting, doing laundry, mulching our many flowerbeds, visiting me, and so many more things behind the scenes. Loving and supporting us.
  4. Friends, and the way they care. Text messages, calls, words of encouragement.
  5. Many prayers on our behalf.
  6. The kindest nurses. Their cheery faces, waiting on me like a queen :), doing unpleasant things with a smile. They blessed my heart! I feel like I learned to know some of them, and will miss them when I leave.
  7. The meal delivery people, so sweet and cheerful. One guy sang me a song when he heard my name 🙂 I’m sure most of you heard the song, “Jolene, Jolene” 🙂 He just loved singing 🙂 And he even said he’ll pray for me and baby.20160612_124256
  8. Drs. that care, cleaning ladies keeping my room clean, the security guard that loved the Lord, and encouraged Dale and I as parents as he escorted us through the hospital to the place we needed to be.I know I’m forgetting some things, and the list could go on 🙂 Discouragement may come to us at times, but no matter what we face, God is there! He shoulders our load, and encourages us, even with details that may seem small.20160612_105626This photo was on Sunday, my last full day there. I was able to get a wheelchair ride outside, feel that warm sun on my face, sit by a beautiful garden with a lovely water feature. Our children fought over who was pushing me, ran around sticking their hands in the water, and generally acted like they don’t get out much 🙂 But they enjoyed it, I know that! My inlaws came to visit too, and my mother-in-law must have read my mind, because she brought me a donut 😉 Soo yummy!20160612_11093120160612_11074420160612_110557Now I’m home, and it feels so nice! We have been abundantly blessed with meals for this week of not doing too much! And today my sisters and mom come to help make jelly. Baby is currently behaving, and so we continue to pray and wait 🙂 Thanks again for all of you that blessed our lives! We are grateful, and so very blessed!

God sees you

I write this from one woman to another. We are all different. And yet we are somewhat the same.

Dear mom at the supermarket, with a baby on your hip, and a toddler throwing a tantrum. Your cart is full, and you struggle to maintain your composure, wandering what everyone thinks of you. He sees you. He cares!

Her friends get married, one by one, and she wonders if the right guy will ever come along for her. She tries to be content in being single, yet she still wonders if maybe someday… God knows her heart’s desire. And He cares!

She shops absentmindedly. Her eyes see all the babies, and her heart yearns for one of her own. When she sees a child being treated roughly, she wanders why God allows someone who doesn’t seem to love their child, have children, while her womb remains empty. But God knows her aching heart’s cry. And He cares!

The sink is overflowing with dishes, and laundry is piled in baskets and tabletops, waiting to be folded. She hustles around, trying to put things in order, and steps on a stray lego that her son has scattered across the floor. Pain, and a sharp word slips from her tongue. He cares!

She runs into the store, hair a mess and clothing rumpled, to grab some medicine for her feverish baby. She sees the judgemental looks, and wishes she could tell them she was up most of the night, and she’s just too tired to care. Why are people so uncaring? But He sees, and He cares!

She sits in her wheelchair, the pain her constant companion. She wonders what good she is to anyone. Why did God let this happen? But her faith keeps her strong.  And while she sits, she prays for needs around her. She is a prayer warrior!  God sees her. He hears each prayer, and He cares!

The children are fighting again. Loud, obnoxious words being flung back and forth. She wants to pretend she is somewhere all alone where it is peace and quiet. But she rallies. Discipline is given, and she squares her shoulders for the next task. God sees her weariness. He cares!

Her to do list feels long. Clothes to wash, food to make, house to clean, bills to pay, and on it goes. But she says a prayer for strength. He hears her pleas, and He cares!

Sometimes she wishes they didn’t live on a farm. Other people are always going on vacation. They aren’t tied down to the daily chores that a farm brings. But she thinks of all the times her family gets to share together. The blessing of working together, of seeing new life come into the world, and she tries to be content and thankful. He cares!

She walks the hospital hall. She takes care of her patients, tenderly seeing to their needs. Her legs feel like they’ve walked miles, and they have. God sees her servant heart. He cares!

The cancer left her with a bald head, nausea, and a frame that’s much too thin. She longs to be at home with her Heavenly Father. She’s tired of the battle. God sees each tear she cries, and He cares!

She wonders if anyone sees her sadness. She longs for a hug, a word of comfort, but everyone seems so busy with themselves, they don’t even notice. Her heart aches for a listening ear. God knows, and he cares!

The list could go on. I don’t know where you are at this point in your life. But I know the One who holds each of us in His hands. And His hands are more than capable, and so strong. God will never leave us or forsake us. Trust Him 🙂

Be blessed!

Harvest

mostly kirsten 002 mostly kirsten 003 mostly kirsten 004 mostly kirsten 005 mostly kirsten 006 mostly kirsten 007Harvest season has drawn to a close at our farm. I am grateful for a good crop and safety through it all. I always get paranoid over all the dangerous equipment being used. Extra watchfulness on moms part when the children are outside.mostly kirsten 014On the spiritual side of harvest, I think of the verse in Matthew that says “Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few;”

God is looking for willing workers to spread the good news of His love. Are you doing that, am I doing that, right where I am today? God does not call every one to a country far away, but He does want us to be faithful right where we are. So,so many times I feel I fail in this area. I want to be friendly and kind, but when it comes to sharing the good news, I can be so timid.

As a mother, my number one goal is to point my children to the Truth. And they watch how I relate to others outside our home. Sad to say, I probably have treated a stranger better than I treated them some days. The home is where it can be the toughest.

Awhile back, I had an experience at the grocery store that I thought of sharing, and never did. Then a few days ago, I read this post,and was encouraged by it, and decided to share 🙂

I pulled into line at the checkout. I think I was by myself that day for some reason. There were 2 people ahead of me, the first person was almost done being checked out. Ahead of me was an elderly lady. As I pulled into line, I was taken aback as she swore repeatedly, taking the Lord’s name in vain. I tried to mind my own business, yet wondered if I should say anything. You know how sometimes you just aren’t sure what to do? I realized what had her upset was a simple mixup of her things with the lady in front of her. She was very upset that there was no divider, and she was upset with the cashier as well. She swore again, and I began to feel uncomfortable, and at the same time convicted that I should do or say something. I thought maybe I should offer to pay her groceries, but I was afraid she’d be offended by that. I saw that she appeared to be in pain, so I thought, I know, I’ll help load her groceries on her cart after they are checked out. But she never pulled her cart front all the way, and just stood there and took the bags off the carousel as they came around. Again, I noticed her in pain, but at the same time she appeared so self sufficient, that I balked. And as she pulled away, I thought why didn’t I do anything. So I told the Lord, that if I caught up to her outside, I would do something.

In the meantime, I tried to encourage the cashier, as she appeared discouraged after the tongue lashing. And then a fellow pulled in behind me, and promptly put a divider between his things and mine! I asked him where he found it. Here it was there all along! The lady in front of me had missed it, and so had I.

So I was finished, and headed for the door, sure that I had missed my opportunity. And there she was, just heading out across the parking lot. My heart began to thump. Not sure why, what was she going to do, mock me, lash out? She was small and frail, but I had left my fear of being scorned get in the way. Well, I had promised God, and so I must follow through.

I pulled my cart beside her.” Ma’am, you look like you are in pain, could I help you unload your groceries?” Her first words were something like, “I’m fine”, immediately followed by, “I’m sorry I swore like that.” She went on to express her frustration at the cashier not knowing her stuff. I didn’t know if I should say it, but I told her how I missed the divider too, but that it was there all along. I could tell she was embarrassed. Again I asked if I could help, and she said no, but thanked me. And I felt peace as I walked away, because I had spoke to her.

I thought of it later, how quickly she apologized, and I knew she saw that I was different. I think her pain may have caused her anger and frustration. She told me she has arthritis. And I know for myself, if I’m in pain, it’s easy to speak in anger. My hope is that I encouraged her a little bit. That she saw that I cared.

And so I’ll keep trying to show God’s love, even if it’s in a small way. I know I’ll mess up sometimes, but God gives grace. So glad for that! 🙂

Do you have any interesting stories on sharing the love of Christ? I’d love to hear them 🙂