Maybe Falling Isn’t So Bad After All…

Jared is out getting a new dishwasher. Ours has been temperamental since we moved in and officially not working at all for over a year. But he’s had to help with the dishes so often in the past two months that I think he’s finally gotten over it…

At least there’s some silver lining in the midst of this little thing they call hyperemesis.

Its taken me a while to see it in the midst of the symptoms. I won’t go through the detail here (its vulgar) but I will say that I’ve thrown up in public so much by now that I’ve pretty much stopped going out. I cried with embarrassment the first time it happened in front of the hospital on our way to take Max in during the 8:30am rush. Heaps of people walked by as I stood over a rubbish bin filled with cigarette stubs and half chewed fast food before I was ushered away by three nurses who came rushing out of their office with tissues, bottled water, vomit bags, and a wheelchair in tow.

Jared and random nurses at the hospital haven’t been the only ones to catch me lately…

My 39-week pregnant friend (who is now a mama herself) who drove me to doctors appointments when I couldn’t take myself…

My busy mom-of-four-friend who took the time to juice veggies for me and puree pumpkin soup just to get nutrition in me when I couldn’t even keep water down…

Friends who popped by to entertain my son when I couldn’t pull myself away from the toilet and he couldn’t help but cry wondering what was wrong with mommy…

Friends who brought popsicles and smut, friends who offered to cook for my boys, friends who brought grits (because when that particular friend came off his former cocaine addiction, grits were the only thing that felt good on his stomach… man, I love that friend.)

I’ve always been so happy to be independent… to be the one offering the help… and even though I’ve done my fair share of receiving in life (hello, I’m not that naive, there have been SO many people to help me in SO many ways), it has never been to this degree with the most basic and practical things like feeding my family or changing my son’s nappy.

It was somewhere in the midst of all this, as I saw how gracious and loving and helpful and kind all my friends have been as they caught me, I realised… maybe falling isn’t so bad after all.

Last week as I sat in our weekly worship service, peaceful as a friend prayed for me, I heard the words of Jesus whispering to my heart. “Rebekah, you’ve been so eager to get out of this season of your life, but have you stopped to consider what I’ve done during it?

So. True.

A deeper gratitude… a deeper humility… a deeper understanding of friendship… a deeper intimacy with Christ… fallling in love with my husband all over again as I realised the depth with which he meant the words “in sickness…,” the joy of watching my friends succeed at things I was not strong enough to do… the preparation for life to change yet again as another little one joins us…

And while I still want out (always the optimist, now that I’ve passed 14 weeks, my next goal to be finished throwing up is 16 weeks, thanks to the advice from my friend Aimee’s mother-in-law, a nurse who suffered from hyperemesis herself), I am enjoying the moment, feeling free to fall, feeling grateful for those who catch me… and stoked to have a new dishwasher by the end of today!

Can you believe our sweet boy is 18 months old already!? GAH!

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How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria?

I remember growing up loving the Sound of Music and this song was one of my favourites.

So how do you solve a problem like Maria? Well, at our house, there’s nothing to solve!

Let me introduce you to our Maria.

Meet Maria

Maria is a gorgeous young woman from England here on her YWAM DTS. Three days a week she comes to our house for two hours to help look after Max and tidy up around the place.

She is one of Max’s biggest fans and loves him A LOT. Max loves Maria too. She is always greeted with HUGE smiles in this house.

Maria has worked in two day care nurseries so she is super experienced when it comes to looking after little ones. Imagine my surprise on her first day when I got home and she told me the exact time of his nappy changes, their consistency, what they played and the new tricks he’d been attempting!

She is a gem.

One is of the blessings of being a work-at-home mom at our YWAM centre is that when there are extra hands, we often have them sent our way! For the past few DTS’s, we’ve had some amazing ladies help us for between 1 and 3 days per week during their DTS (minus camping and outreach, of course) – Chrissie, Katie and Belinda. All but Chrissie have been from England. (Fancy that!)

And all of them have been… wonderful!

We are so grateful for these amazing women in our lives… and Max’s!

Oh… and today just happens to be Maria’s birthday. Have a happy one, lady!!