Turn baby turn

A week and a half ago baby was in correct position and fully engaged in my cervix. Then one night, my pelvis went POP! out of place. Now baby is unengaged and facing backwards (not very pleasant). I see the chiropractor today and I am really hoping that will help. Please pray for me. I really want to be able to have this baby naturally, with no complications. That's only likely if she turns around.

I love my husband

Paul stopped at the store to buy some tortillas on his way home from work. He also brought me chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream :) and a coke!

The Problem with Health Care

Paul's comment asked for discussion on the medical industry today, and I could probably go on for days about all of the problems. Of course, if I was to remember that we just past the Thanksgiving holiday, I might be inspired to talk about all of the truly wonderful things about American medicine.

There are obviously many problems with the current system of insurance for most. And it is not at all obvious to me what the solution should be. But it seems pretty easy to see what the root of our problem is.

The body of Christ is not doing it's job. We have a Biblical mandate to care for the sick. This means we should be sacrificing our time and money and energy to care for those with health care needs who cannot meet them themselves. If we had been doing this all along, there surely would not have been a health care crisis. The insurance system as we know it would never have developed, because we would not have had to worry what would happen if we got sick.

Although we are now stuck with a broken system, it seems obvious to me that we need start doing our part. Have money? Give a gift to a local free health care clinic. Have time? Volunteer at such a clinic. Have neither? Pray hard about it. If we really have a heart to give, it often seems that God enables us to do so.

The Glamourous Life

Abigail: Mommy, I shoved an eyeball up my nose.
Me: What?
Abigail: I put an eyeball in my nose?
Me: Did you really put something in your nose?
Abigail: Yes.
Me: What did you really put in your nose.
Abigail: A snowman eye.
Paul: There WAS a googley eye sitting on my desk.
Me (scanning desk): There isn't anymore?

So began our adventure. We spent the next hour or so trying to get her to blow the eyeball out and waiting for the on-call doctor to call us back. He finally called, and he told us to take Abigail to Redi-Med.

So while Paul watched the boys Abigail and I went to Redi-Med. First we waited. Then we checked in. Then we waited. Then the Nurse Practitioner took us back to the exam room "Why are you here?" Abigail replies, "I stuck an eyeball in my nose." Nurse asks confusedly "What kind of an eyeball?" Abigail says, "craft." I explained the situation. The nurse looked in Abigail's nose and asked Abigail to blow several times. No luck. Then she got out some funny looking forceps, called alligator forceps. She attempted to remove the eyeball, but all that happened was Abigail's nose started bleeding profusely. So she said she would go get the doctor. We waited. Abigail asked questions about everything. The doctor came and we explained the situation. He looked in Abigail's nose and asked her to blow. She tried. After several attempts at blowing and lots more blood he got out the alligator forceps and removed the eyeball. Then we were sent back to the waiting room to wait. It took a ridiculously long time for them to check us out.

Now, back at home Abigail is pretending to be a doctor and daddy is the patient with an object stuck in his nose.

Where did the pillow go?

It is never fun to be awoken at 2:30 AM by a screaming child. But it is especially not fun when you can't easily solve the child's complaint.

Sam: I dropped my pillow
Me (looking everywhere in the vicinity): Where did it go?
Sam: Under the bed
Me (looking under the bed): Where?
Sam: I don't know
Me: Here's a new pillow.

I think my child may have inadvertently eaten his pillow. Or maybe it'll be obvious in the morning.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in, Ere the winter storms begin;
God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied:
Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest home.

-Henry Alford 1844

Birthday Presents

Isaac: wok
Sam: potato masher
Abigail: oven mitt
Paul: toothbrush holder

I love how I have a husband who gives me exactly what I want for my Birthday. For what it's worth Abigail picked out her gift for me all by herself. She did a really good job. The only thing she struggled with was that she informed me at least a month ago that she was going to get me an oven mitt, and has been reminding me ever since.

The potato masher, which Sammy picked out after Paul held it up for him, is a kitchen aid. It looks nice, I'll be trying it out by making mashed potatoes for Thanksgiving.