Vasectomy Schmasectomy!!!

So, here I am 4 years later, and another kid!  Here is the short version...

• Husband has vasectomy after 4th girl, family physician unable to accomplish the task.
• We decide...eh...one more?
• Boy number one...Jack.
• Needs a playmate...boy number two, Jesse!
• VASECTOMY redone!  By a specialist, tested and found to be sterile 3 months later.
• December of 2009...I am pregnant with number 7, 4 months after husband was declared sterile...and yes, I was faithful.  
• Welcome number 7...Libby.

Daily Pill Popping

I wanted to share what I do every day to help with the postpartum depression.

Every morning I take:
1 Pre-natal Vitamin
2 Vitamin C 500mg capsules
1 Flax Seed Oil softgel, 1000 mg and 700 mg of Omega-3 Fatty Acids
1 B100 Vitamin B-Complex

I do take probiotics to help fight off the thrush that Jesse and I both had for a while as well.

I also sit in front of my light box for 30 min., if the sun is not shining, which is most days. If the sun is out I put my lawn chair out in the snow, heat up a rice bag and some hot tea, and sit outside for the same amount of time.

I know this may not help everyone, but I wanted to encourage those of you out there, that you don't have to keep fighting on your own. Keep trying different things, with careful prayer and consideration, and don't shy away from going to the doctor's office. They don't always jump right to the drugs.

Possible?

So I am making it. I have only one more day until Florida. Normally this would be an exciting thing, an enviable thing, something that I would feel undeserving of, but not this time. This time it seems miraculous. That I survived. That it is here. That it is going to actually happen. I have been able to fake it for the last 5 months. That is how long I have been sleep deprived. Actually longer than that. That is just how old my youngest son is. I didn't know how bad it was until this past week. I can't even get excited about Florida. I am just getting through the next hour, the next minute. I can't think ahead to tomorrow. Wow, that verse just popped into my head. I will look it up....

Matthew 6:34 (New International Version)

34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Courtesy of Biblegateway.com)

I truly have never been in the situation for that verse to ring so true. I haven't been a parent, I have been wandering aimlessly. My girls are ready to have me back. I try to accomplish things, and I think I have even fooled people into thinking that I am keeping things together. If they could only see inside. The broken vessel that I have become. My brain hurts. I haven't begun packing, and I don't want to. Even that seems too overwhelming. I am sure I will get through that one. My need for the break will push me through.

I guess that is where hard work has paid off in the long run. God knew that this time would come. I was able to put together a schedule that the older two girls can keep up with. The younger ones are trained enough that they don't do anything too dangerous. And, Jesse, the baby, is a great baby. Thank you, Lord. Thank you for having a perfect plan.

Now the tears are threatening. I had better wrap this up while I can still see. I may not post again until I return, but surly I will have a ton to share when I do.

"Do not worry about tomorrow...."

Questions

Here I am again. Day two. I am really doubting why I started this in the first place. I am excited to do it, yet why in the world would anyone want to read it? Anyway, I am going to keep pressing forward for at least a week to see if it is worth my time. I think it is, because it gives me yet one more excuse to put off cleaning :).

I didn't have to do much in the way of parenting this morning. Because of having a still nursing baby, I tend to sleep in a little every morning. The girls, Alison (11) and Julie (9), made pancakes for the littles, Emmy (5) Laci (4) and Jack (almost 2). They even brought in two for me, though a little under cooked. I can not express to you the joy it brings me when the years of consistent training and discipline pay off in the littlest ways. The girls are now beginning their school. Alison just finished her Math test and Julie is working on her Language Arts. Jack and Laci are downstairs watching a movie, and Emmy is making a card for.... I just asked her who it was for... it's for me!! My days are not always this smooth or mushy, but I don't want to dwell on the nasty days. I will get to write all about one of the bad days soon enough. Who knows, maybe even later today!!

Here is my agenda for the day....
Start my servants (dishwasher, crockpot, bread machine, etc...)
Finish my "Room and Groom" (Make bed, Do hair, Make-up)
Begin my Task list:
Laundry (Fold and Put away 2 loads)
Family Closet (Continue Sorting and Re-organizing)
Game Closet (Sort, Donate, Make room for the new)
Of course I will be interupted by school, babies, training, and lunch. Hope to get done by 3pm, so I can have some down time.
Jack is crying. I need to see what he's upset about.

For the first Monday of the year, I think I did O.K. I was able to use that hour to sort coats, since the girls all got new ones for Christmas. I also got the tree ornaments put away. No, I didn't get the toys sorted yet. I get so easily distracted. As soon as I put the baby in his swing, I began putting the ornaments away. And then I was carrying them up the stairs and noticed that if I just put away the old coats, I wouldn't have to move them out of the way to get up the stairs. So, here I am with some accomplishments, but not the ones I wanted.

Whew!

Well, here I am. Mother of 6 kids under the age of 11 and wondering why in the world I am beginning a blog. I guess I figure that maybe if I can vent to an anonymous world, maybe it can be theraputic?!?! I guess we will see...

Today, I got to deal with getting back into the swing of things after a 2 week break from our routine. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas. It is the aftermath that I don't like. I am still trying to figure out how to organize their new toys. Little pieces are everywhere because I don't have enough bins to keep things straight. So, that is my task for this afternoon. If I can get the little ones all to sleep at the same time. Three of them are down now, but the baby is beginning to stir, so I will be feeding him within the next 15 minutes. Then maybe, I will get about an hour to begin the weeding process. I do have the two oldest on task. They are supposed to be cleaning the downstairs bathroom. I hear an awful lot of giggling though. I will have to double check that job later!

Off to feed the wee one.