Funkified With A New Perspective

Look at my blog.  Take a gander.

Don't see much eh?  Boring... possibly lame?

I know.  I stink.

When Josh was born, life was good... on the outside.  Inwardly, I was starting to get overwhelmed. Life got harder with 2 under 2 and I constantly heard how together I was or how I made things look easy.  Those are great compliments... they are! Buuut, they started to send me into my own petty downward spiral.  It wasn't easy.  I was overwhelmed, had a hard time keeping up with life, and got bitter towards a lot. I was in a funk. On the surface, life was good... inwardly I was feeling selfish and entitled to an easier go of things.  Little did I know life would hand me a good dosing of perspective right when I needed it.

That very funk lasted about a year and a half.  It got worse before it got better but I'm thankful that it did.  In October 2009 I got pregnant with Elizabeth. Josh was 11 months old, June was 2 and the whole pregnancy just ended up being... hard.  My morning sickness sucked... bad.  It lasted almost 20 weeks. 20 weeks of extreme fatigue, constant headaches, and 24/7 nausea.  After it lifted, the focus switched to Josh.   He was not growing as rapidly as he should be, his diapers were continually looking ick, and he was upset most of the day.  We started on the journey to figure out what was going on in his little system and went through an allergist then eventually a GI Dr.  From March 2010 - June 2010 we determined his symptoms were stemming from a milk protein allergy and took all dairy out of his diet.

Just when things were calming with Josh's milk allergy (or so we kinda thought... more on that as time goes on), rotavirus hit.  I don't know if you are familiar with this virus but it's the ultimate stomach bug.  Both ends in termoil, lasting for.ever, and (get this!) the virus is "stable" in the environment.  It won't die (even outside the body) unless disinfected with bleach. That virus is the mother of all beasts.  Seriously, I wouldn't wish that chaos on my absolute worst enemy.  For about 3 weeks we handled symptoms of pukage and watery diarrhea, sanitizing everything and washing more sheets than I ever thought possible.  Everyone got it but me.  If I had it, it likely would have thrown me into labor...the day rotavirus started here was the very day I turned 37 weeks.  From 37 weeks literally until my due date we battled this monster.  It sucked, to put it lightly.

The very next day, very next, I was induced with Elizabeth. And here comes perspective... handed to me on a shiny silver platter.

No escaping it... normal life (even a life with 3, 3 and under with all it's "hard" work) looked reeeeeeal good.  Normal life looked leaps and bounds better than that nasty all consuming virus.  Normal life looked better than all the ups and downs that could happen.  Normal life looked... normal. Enjoyable even. Comical at times, but certainly not as "whoa is me" as I made it out to be. Nope.  It's just not.  Sure the day to day isn't cake... but what is?!

So here I am.  I can appreciate the comedy that is going to come from life with three littles and a husband working to support us while pursuing a Masters.  It's fun... it's crazy... join me! This is our new norm. We want a big family... God is spacing our children... and I stay home.  All these things create a little more depth, a little more character to our situation. And I'm back to document it all.

Hold me to it.  Here I am. Fresh perspective, no funk.  I'm real and I'm here to jot down day to day ramblings .  I don't promise to always be happy.  I don't promise to be super witty and always entertaining. I don't promise to wow you with my posts.  I do promise to bring you along and give you a glimpse at life as I know it. :)

Here we go...