February 3, 2002

• Good morning   I just gotta say I LOVE my husband.  Yesterday afternoon my contractions came on with a vengeance.  My kids were fortunately being reasonably well behaved....but I knew that wasn't gonna last.  IT was a half-hour before Rob's shift got off plus the hour 15 minute drive home.  I called and quietly said...if there's anyway you can leave early I'd appreciate it.  He said I'll leave right now. 

  
  

  Okay this still gives me a good hour fifteen minutes of dealing with pain and kids.  I put the two big kids in front of the tv...and had the babies follow me to the bathroom.  I crawled into the tub and let the babies play with my tub water.   My big kids soon thought that looked more intresting then tv and joined me there.  So there we all sat for then next hour and a half.  Rob had to stop and do an errand *sigh*. 

  
  

  The kids were not in the tub with me...they just thought it was really fun to float tub toys in the water with me LOL

  
  

  The tub made the pain bearable....and my kids didn't trash the house (much)

  
  

  Rob came home and said how are you..."I said I'm in the tub in the middle of the afternoon and the kids are wandering around the house trashing it...how do you think I am "  He said...that's what I was afraid of.  Sooooo he then took over the house for the rest of the day.

  
  

  He realized we were low on milk.  Bundled 4 cranky kids up in the van took them to get milk and out to dinner.  Brought me home a nice meal while I enjoyed a quiet house for a bit.  As long as I layed flat the contractions were reasonable. 

  
  

  He came home about 5.  Did the bath thing for the babies.  Brought firewood in in the dark.  Cleaned up the house.  And made his breakfast/lunch for tomorrow.  All while I just laid there feeling guilty.  Tucked the kids into bed, and he continued to function doing, doing doing all the things that should have been my job.  *sigh*

  
  

  He was finally able to come over and ask me how I was doing.  Wellllll after this many hours of contractions my immediate response was to not say anything because I knew I was gonna cry.  Eventually I just did.  I sobbed.  And he just held me and let me cry.  And cry and cry.  I've bottled up the whiney tears from him all week....so there was a whole bunch trying to come out.  He finally drug me to bed at 7:30 in the evening, cause he could tell I was a basket case.  I cried some more there and ended up falling asleep with my arms wrapped around him. 

  
  

  He told me to quit bottling up the tears, to NOT feel guilty about the work I wasn't doing and if I needed to cry to do so...it was better then being hysterical for an hour LOL.  (my words not his)

  
  

  This blog is personal...and probably should make it private.  But it honors my husband so much.  Everywhere I go on the web people are badmouthing there hubbys...but mine is a saint.  And I can't believe that God allowed me to have him.   Thank you God!

  
  

  Father God, show me how to handle this day, and give me the strength to honor you.  IN your sons name, Amen

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