Continue your journey and let your hearts rejoice.

This week was a wee bit rough. After all, Scotty is 6 weeks old, and therefore, I felt like I should get back to “normal”.
So I tried to live a more “normal-ish” life attempting to get more accomplished and out the door quickly with kids in tow.
Not to be!
I must remember that with every change there comes a “new normal”.
The new normal usually means DOING less … and LOVING more… like snuggling a babe.
And boy does that babe like to be held. He is NOT a good sleeper. We’re working on that.

Thursday was the hardest day of the week. I had a rough night worrying for Scotty and his gasping episode. I had a physical therapist appointment for Scotty (for Torticollis). It was the first day of fall break so all the tots were home. I decided to set an appointment with Dr. Foster as a “better safe than sorry” about the gasping-for-breath thing. I feel like it might be more neurological than spitting up issues, etc. Turns out the doc thinks it’s reflux (which is also what might have started his Torticollis from turning head to the right for reflux relief). Anyhoo…

I was trying to plug 2 or 3 other things into my day like “zip” to the store for ingredients for s’mores bars… and a trip to provo with 6 kiddos. Too much Heath! Slow down.

Priorities… I had to sacrifice the non necessities: “LET IT GO”

By the end of the day, I felt like I was sinking emotionally & mentally.
This tends to happen when I don’t get enough sleep … and ya know… Stress.

Early to bed… it’s always a good thing.

Friday morning came.
Things are always better in the morning. (uhhh, most of the time).
2 tots snuggled in bed with me.

Liza said, “Mine Feets Cold.”
She snuggled her cold feet into me.
We giggled about her Stinky-Pinky-Blankie.

Tru said, “I wuv you so much!” … “Get me breaFkast!”
In my silence (which was my brain trying to figure out how he was pronouncing breaFkast)
he changed his tone to:
“Mom, will you please get me breaFkast?”

Having just read a sweet blog about appreciating every breath of life. Kara shared that she used to dread the kids waking her up because she longed to go back to sleep. Now that she knows her time in this life is short, she cherishes every bit of time to show those kids her love, even the snuggle in bed moments. This reminded me to enjoy the “mine feets cold” and the “Mom, will you please get me breaFkast?” I’m grateful for love and life.

Fast forward to Saturday morning. I spent Friday night trying not to feel mad. So silly… but tired mama with feeding/burping babe… changing 3-year-old’s pee-pee sheets in the middle of the night and wondering why the plastic sheet didn’t save the mattress… intense/weirdo dream… busy husband working on church calling presentation/stuff. I just needed to chill. I knew we had a day of putting the home back together… encouraging littles to work on their jobs from the entire week.

My thoughts
“This is a challenge to raise 6 children!”
immediately followed by a sincere,
“This is a BLESSING to raise 6 children!”

My eye caught the title of a book given to me by my sweet mother: “Continue your Journey and Let your Hearts Rejoice”
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So we went on our way …
working together
(some in tears and fighting)
some in cheer and helpfulness.

I let my heart rejoice at the pleasant moments of the day
(especially my long-awaited shower & nap)
(smiles from Scotty)
(helper Liza following me around)
(quiet time for Truman)
(Abe’s good cheer and laughter)
(Max’s hugs)
(Hannah’s willingness)
(Jimmy’s kindness)

I’m grateful for each day.
I do hope that we move from sinking … to survival … to thriving…
One moment at a time.

p.s. yes, I realize this is a scattered post.
My poor brain is really tired and doesn’t compute very well these days.

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