Less than a week

WOW!  Less than a week, and we will be a family of five!  The last week has been pretty eventful--more eventful than I would like.  A little over a week ago, the kids and I were on our way to meet Chris for lunch.  I started feeling really hot and little sick to my stomach. Then there is a time period that I don't even remember--guessing I blacked out.  I remember waking up at a green light and seeing no cars and thinking, "I need to go so I don't hold up traffic."  I called Chris and told him that we were just going home b/c I didn't feel well and feel like I had blacked out.  He came home right away.  Shortly after he got home, a police officer showed up looking for the driver of our van.  We understand he has a job to do, but he was really insensitive to the fact I wasn't feeling well and was 37 weeks pregnant.  Once he saw me, his tone changed, and he became a little more understanding. He did say that I needed to go back to the accident or that he would have no choice, but to charge me with a felony.  So Chris loaded the kids and me back in the van, and we headed back to the accident--I NEVER knew that I had hit anyone--the impact didn't wake me up. The damage to the bumpers made it look a lot worse than the accident really was--nobody was hurt--Praise the LORD!! They didn't charge me with a felony, so I'm so THANKFUL for that.   I did call my OB when we got back home because I was still feeling pretty bad.  She wanted me to go to the hospital and be monitored in the Labor and Delivery wing for a few hours.  After being there for awhile, they decided that Kyrie was doing fine, but they wanted me to go to the ER to be monitored for a few more hours to make sure I was doing OK.  After being there for a few more hours and having a few tests done, they couldn't find anything wrong.  The conclusion we came up with is sometimes an artery can get blocked in pregnant women from sitting the wrong way and the weight of the baby which can cause them to pass out.  We were so thankful that our good friends the Porters and the McLeods were flexible enough to come watch the kids while Chris and I were in the hospital.  We knew the kids were in loving hands, so it made it easier to focus on what was going on at the hospital. After being in the hospital for 8+ hours, we headed home.  We decided that it would be best for me not to drive until after Kyrie gets here--wasn't expecting to be laid up in the house this early, but I know it is best and safest for all.  The next couple of days, I was pretty tired.  It was hard to tell if being tired was from the incident, Josiah getting up 3 to 4 times a night for a couple of weeks or just pregnancy related.  Chris was supposed to be on a camping retreat with the youth, but earlier in the week we had a conversation, and I told him since this summer and planning the trip I never felt like he should go.  I told him a couple days before again that I felt like something bad was going to happen and that he may need to make plans to have some other leaders be in charge...little did I know what was going to happen, but Chris made plans to be around.  I'm so thankful that he listened and took me seriously.  We made it through the weekend for the most part.  Josiah started getting this cough in his chest that was very wet sounding.  On Monday, we decided he needed to go to the doctor, so we called to make an appointment for after my OB appointment.  We dropped Sophie off at another friend's house (Thanks, Cruzes!) while we went to the doctor.  While at the OB, we found out that Kyrie is breech with her head under my ribs--the first blow of the day.  Then we headed to Josiah's appointment and found out that he has a form of bronchitis/asthma and needed to start breathing treatments--second blow of the day.  It was a hard day...let's just say a hard week, but I am so thankful for our church family!  I have received LOTS of encouraging phone calls checking in to see if we needed anything from the store or if I needed help.  We have someone organizing meals.  It is hard to not have family right down the street to call when help is needed, but the Lord has taught me the last few days that family doesn't have to take the form of being related physically by blood, but family is those who are covered by the blood of Jesus.  So I need to say a BIG THANK YOU to our RPC church family for stepping in and taking on the role of "family" this past week and the weeks to come as we adjust to having Kyrie here.  God has truly blessed us with a wonderful and amazing VA family!