When we first moved to Edmonton it was a very lonely time for us. J and I are both social creatures by nature and we just didn't seem to fit into our ward. We were the in between couple... too young to hang out with the couples who had families and were established and just a bit too new to the married world to take part in friendships with a bunch of radiating pregnant mommas wandering around the halls of the church. If someone told me last year that I was going to be having a baby girl in only five weeks and have a huge social network of people who are inviting mr hubbins and I to be our friends, I would have honestly thought you were lying to me. Ever since we have announced the news of our pregnancy to the ward, and have new families with little ones moving into the ward it seems like there are friends everywhere. I didn't realize that the code word to being popular in our ward was to say that you were expecting a precious kabinky or have one.
I am so grateful for friends and a loving Heavenly Father who has blessed me with the opportunity to get to know a lot of different people in our ward now. I keep almost spilling the name of baby... so maybe if you monitor closely you will get a sneak preview due to my baby brain and finals brain mixed together.
I am excited to have my precious baby kabinky soon and can't wait to hold her in my arms but I have realized that she needs to stay in there for another week and a half. My poor baby kabinky is definitely a fighter and a survivor who has been put through a lot this month. Today was any expectant mom's nightmare... and here is why.
I had a routine checkup at Dr. DL's, no sweat I thought. Check baby's heartbeat, find out why she is not growing, and then we would be out of there. I go my blood pressure is registering 156/ 94 or something crazy... not good! So they tell me to see Dr. DL and then figure it out from there. Dr. DL listens to baby's heartbeat she is doing great 147. My kabinky is my survivor, my hero, ultimately my little buddy who really comes with me everywhere. The doctor tells me that the ultrasound place got it wrong. Somehow they had stated that baby was in the 5th percentile of weight when reality she was in the 50th percentile. You go my precious baby, I knew we were doing okay... (at least I like to pretend to) so great I can go home now right? No wrong dang you blood pressure... I am registering over 90 the entire time...
Let's face the reality I am probably getting sent to the hospital to be admitted and monitored... I start to cry. I have the car, we only have one car, J is still at work off and I can't leave to go get him because my blood pressure is too high. I try to keep it together but I fail the second last test... seriously the time has come where dr. dl says they can try one more time but if I fail unfortunately he has to take me to the hospital. Not going to lie I finally break down and I cry with him right there and he is so sweet and just continues to say "it's okay to cry"... I have learned that poor mr hubbins doesn't deal well with stress and is freaking out more than I am. I put my brave face on become a fighter again and think it through.
I turn to the only possible source I know and I pray. I know it is time to take things into my own hands. So i text my sweet friend Jessica who so lovingly dropped everything that she was doing to go get mr hubbins from work and drive him to the dr's office located across from the hospital. It was a scary day for me today to be alone in the doctor's office not knowing what was going to happen and sweet dear Jessica texted me to trust in the Lord because he won't give us trials that we can't handle.
I love my dear kabinky but I am definitely not ready for her to come yet. So when the reality was that the hospital could be in my future today I prayed. My blood pressure dropped after checking it for four hours every twenty minutes and I came home. My dear precious kabinky you are my fighter and survivor. I am so grateful that you are so healthy even when your momma is running around like a chicken with her head cut off. So even though today turned into a nightmare for me... I am grateful to have a precious little one on the way and to be blessed with now being on the "in" because of the one simple phrase "I have a little kabinky on the way" Friends are such a blessing, that's for sure.
2 comments:
Phew! Scary. Glad everything turned out okay in the end.
I remember when D and I moved to Calgary. It was the old 18th ward back then. We already HAD one kabinky and one on the way.....but we still felt like you and J did when you first moved to Edmonton.
I think we figured it out though.....we had to start saying "Hi" to those around us....and soon learned that everybody our age was just as shy as we were. lol. So soon after.....things got better.
SOooo happy to know that you and J are settled in your ward now and find much happiness AND help......along the way.
It's funny how having a baby can bring out the friends :) You'll soon find out that it can be hard for couples who have young kids, and couples who don't to relate sometimes. I often find that the conversation just comes easier with the mama's because you just start talking about your children, and it goes from there.
I'm glad you found your place Merr, it's important to have a great group of people so willing to be there for you!
You deserve nothing less!
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