1. Eliza was born on May 1.
Only two weeks late, but who was counting. Since birth stories are not for everyone, I will sum up to say that I was induced by having my water broken, then nothing happened for three hours while I alternated between walking around and reading a book while being monitored. I had a contraction at 11:45, continued walking and reading (Yes, I read a book while having a baby. Surprised?), had the easiest active labor and transition ever, and then the worst most awful pushing stage ever. But all’s well that end’s well and Eliza was born at 3:40 after only a little less than four hours of labor, and only the last half hour was terrible. Plus no drugs and no stitches, so it’s a win. Best of all, Eliza’s heart issues seem to have resolved once she started breathing air. After spending months on bedrest and other restrictions, and thinking she would be a preemie for so long, it was nice to see her arrive totally healthy at nearly nine pounds!
2. Josh was born on May 4….35 years ago.
Since I had just come home from the hospital, all I gave him was Eliza. I was so wiped I didn’t even remember to post on his Facebook wall. I know. It was so egregious I had to forfeit my Wife of the Year trophy and everything. All the poor man wanted was pizza and a cheesecake. I will make it up to him some day.
3. We moved out of the Little House on What Used to be the Prairie.
For the record, packing up a house and moving two weeks after you have your fourth baby is not conducive to childbirth recovery. Did you know it’s possible to have THREE cases of mastitis in the first month of nursing a baby? Neither did I, but I think there might be a stress correlation in there somewhere.
But only temporarily. Our new house closing was in jeopardy due to the bank’s reluctance to issue us a mortgage on the strength of my contract income (when I pointed out that I made enough in contract earnings they said, helpfully, “OK, but what if you never work again?” Gee, thanks, because I wasn’t stressed out before.), so we moved to a cute little rental cottage for the interim. It’s cozy and makes me feel like I’m playing house. The kids think it’s like camping because their mattresses are on the floor and there are wet towels everywhere (only one small bathroom!). Josh and I note that there is air conditioning, a washer and dryer, and a fully equipped kitchen. Enjoy it, kiddos, this is just about as close to camping as Gillespies get!
After almost five months of being without a job, Josh got a great offer and started work the last week in May. I’m grateful that God provided enough work for me while Josh was looking for a job, and that the job Josh got is such a good fit for him. And now that one of us has a regular paycheck, we can get a mortgage for the new house. We’re thankful.
I didn’t technically take maternity leave (no rest for the self-employed!) but I did have about a week and a half without any client work to turn in, I scheduled a month of blog posts in advance, and I took a few weeks off of homeschooling. Since we do school year ’round we can take breaks when we need them, and boy did we ever need one in May! After we got through moving, we started our summer term, which I will describe in more detail next week. So far it’s going great. I think it’s good for us to have some structure in the mornings and still have afternoons free for bike riding and summer play time.
7. Jack turned SIX on May 30.
It’s such a cliche, but where does the time go? Jack is a funny, sensitive, cuddly kid who likes to ride his bike like a wild man and builds extraordinary things out of Legos. He is a great reader and surprises me by how well he gets math sometimes. Although he loathes writing things down, he enjoys making really messy crafts involving copious amounts of tape and toilet paper rolls. And yes, Jack still has awesome curly hair and rocks a bow tie like nobody’s business. He assures me that he will always be my best bud and he plans to live with us until he’s an old man so he won’t have to be without me. It’s simultaneously sweet and terrifying. Which is kind of how Jack rolls.
So that’s my month in a nutshell. If the nutshell were really, really big. Like the kind of nutshell that would score it’s own special roadside museum somewhere between here and Colorado, but after you stopped and paid your $12, you’d find out it was really only a model of a huge nutshell, made of paper mache.
Anyway, how did May go for you?
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