Patience is a Necessity: 23 Weeks

"All human wisdom is summed up in two words--wait and hope." Alexander Dumas

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If I had to identify one of my own major personality deficits (and just pick one!) it would probably be patience. I know that I am not a very patient person. Since becoming a mother three years ago, I would say I've made great strides, but am still far from perfect in this respect. When I sit quietly at home on bed rest contemplating recent difficulties and challenges, I often wonder whether this ordeal is meant to be a major life lesson in patience. I don't know. But whether this experience has an overall purpose intended on some higher level, it most certainly will bring with it a greater capacity for patience.

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Friday went very smoothly for me during the day. I read, watched a movie, had a visitor and ate. That's pretty much it. But I didn't have any obvious physical woes. That is until 8:15 pm when I experienced one of the symptoms on the "go straight to the hospital now" hospital discharge instructions. Thankfully, the doctor arrived very quickly, did some tests, and said we were fine. Apparently, it was just a normal side effect from the surgery and not a "big problem." But this again left us in a state of fear and trauma.

Saturday morning we woke up and the house was hot despite the fact that our new ac had been running all night. Ross went upstairs to investigate and found a large pool of water, which upon further investigation was observed dripping into our kitchen ceiling. That was bad enough, but the thought of making it through a 100-degree Memorial Day weekend was not pleasant thought. But like so much of our experience this year, there is very little you can do to actually control the outcome of many life events. You can take action in the right direction, and refrain from taking action in the obviously wrong direction. Then you can wait and hope. In the case of the ac, this worked out. The ac guys reappeared within in an hour or so and got things triaged so we would have a cool house until they return next week to finish (oh, please, oh, please) the job. And so things go on. Ross is keeing up his crazed level of effort to keep the house under control and Wyatt cared for. Wyatt is trying to deal with things the best a three-year-old can.

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My goal: stay well; make it through next week ceding control over most aspects of my life without bitterness; and try to get back to at least working from home soon.