It's All About Perspective

It's been rough going here the past two days. Isabella has TERRIBLE gas and she is miserable at random moments of the day. We're back to using gripe water and mylicon constantly. My sweet little baby girl hasn't been sleeping through the night for the past week. She's hungry all the time during the sleeping hours of the night. She's definitely hit another growth spurt. Am I complaining? No, not at all! My sweet baby girl is teething, fighting who knows what kind of virus (she had a fever earlier in the week, now has the gas galore, and has a wee bit of a congested cough when she wakes up from a nap). Am I tired? Sure. Would I love a full night's sleep again? Absolutely. Here's where the perspective comes in.

Two years ago, I wasn't pregnant, wasn't close to being pregnant, and slept all night long. I didn't have to get up and nurse a hungry, teething baby. But that's because I didn't have a hungry teething baby to nurse. I would take the sleepless nights of having a hungry, cranky, fussy, clingy baby ANY DAY over not having her at all. I may be tired, but she brings me so much joy, so much peace, and so much purpose. There are too many moms who complain when they get no sleep. They complain that their baby needs them too much. Not I. Isabella is what makes all the lack of sleep and frustrating bedtimes all worth it. When I look in her beautiful blue eyes and see that smile that tells me she knows who I am, it makes everything all worth it. 

It's all about perspective. I could sleep all night and never have someone wake me up in the middle of a good dream. But that would mean that I didn't have my sweet Isabella. I'd rather be a tired and loving Mom any day.

Moving Day

Well, moving day has come and gone and we are now settling into our new home. It's a beautiful townhouse and I'm so excited for all the adventures yet to be had here. Isabella adjusted well to the move, though we've been up in the middle of the night every night. But that was going on for a week or two before the move. I wonder if she's in a growth spurt or something. Who knows...We brought the dog home on Sunday. She's trying to adjust and tonight is the best night for her so far. She's very anxious about it and I think she's secretly afraid that we are leaving her. She recognizes the furniture and can smell herself on it, but she's still very insecure.

As we were moving, I realized that I never donated or discarded my old fertility medicines. So now, I have a kitchen pantry full on injectable medicine that I will not be using for quite a while! At this point, we probably will wait until fall 2012 to TTC again, but we will see. It's probably the best decision. Then, we can enjoy a lot of time with Isabella and watch her grow and have firsts before the second one is even thought of. 

As far as the new house and the new neighborhood go, there are a lot of kids around. Most of them are older, but that doesn't mean there aren't any babies around. We just haven't seen any yet. I'm hoping there are some little ones around so that Isabella will have some friends to play with in a year, but we'll have to wait and see what happens!

I'll leave you with some pictures of the new townhouse now that we are moved in. 

 This is Closing Day-our first picture once we owned it.

Isabella is enjoying her new kitchen.

Lunch time!

Moving Day

family picture in front of the new house

The formal dining room

 

The cooking half of the kitchen

The front door, ready for visitors

Isabella's room (will be painted in a month)

Her nice set up, the only thing missing is her books.

 Our full finished basement

The living room is ready to go

 Isabella even has her Jumperoo ready!

 This is the rest of the kitchen.

More pictures to come in a future post...

New Home in Less Than a Week!

Well, five more days will pass and then, we will be moving out of this apartment. I am excited to be moving into a new home, a bigger home. It will be nice to provide play space for Isabella, a place where she can grow up having room to run around, cause chaos, and enjoy every minute of it. Packing is going as well as it can with having Isabella to help. She was sick all of last week and even now, she just wants to be held while one of us is packing. So instead of four hands getting the work done, only two hands are packing and the other two hands are loving Isabella. But it's exciting. You dream about having a new home for so long and you eventually decide it may just never happen. But God provided this opportunity for us and I'm so thrilled about it. 

At the same time as I am excited, I am also very sad. This is the home Hubby and I moved into a year after we got married. It's where we established ourselves, grew our marriage, added to the family with our precious dog. It's where we prayed many nights about starting a family and where we felt God answering our prayers with a "Yes" for starting to try for a family. It's the home that saw many tears and hugs in all the failed months before even starting fertility medications. It's the home that saw 11 long months of fertility medications. It's the house that saw the positive pregnancy test on Thanksgiving morning. It's the home I relied on in the heat of summer when  I was bursting with pregnancy, waiting on Isabella's arrival. It's the home that Isabella came to first when we left the hospital. It's where she's spent the past seven and a half months of growing, changing, developing, and blessing our lives. There are so many memories in this small space. If walls could talk or write, they could write a long novel of all the experiences this house has seen. This house is where our friend J. (who died March 18, 2010) proposed to my very dear friend A. when he was house sitting for us a few years ago. The memories this house holds are not just our own. I know I will cry the day we move. It's a bittersweet thing. You grow attached to the memories that are held within the walls of every room. 

Moving Day will be bittersweet, for sure. But it's an exciting time for us. Moving into a three bedroom townhouse will be nice. And, if my dream/nightmare of last week were to come true, even that space would be too small. I had a dream that I was pregnant with 8, YES-I SAID 8- babies. In  my dream, I found out I was pregnant, had an ultrasound to confirm that there were 8 babies, and went into labor all in one week. The paramedics did a c-section at home (we already lived in the townhouse) and all 8 babies weighed 7-8 pounds EACH. Yes, it was more of a nightmare. We didn't move. We housed them all in the townhouse, which gave us 9 babies to be responsible for. Good thing it was just a dream, I think I would cry, scream, and need some serious help with that.

On that note, I'll leave you with a picture of what happens when packing gets a little out of control around here.