I don't think I've written much about my placenta previa. The bleeding has continued since it first started 6 weeks ago. 3 weeks ago I went to the ER because the bleeding was very heavy. On Tuesday I had another really heavy bleed and clot the size of a plum! My mom had to convince me to call my midwife on Wednesday and when I described the blood to her, she put me on bed rest. I had a prenatal appointment with her on Friday and we talked about what to expect with a previa. She said that if the previa is smack dab directly over the cervix, the chances of it moving are pretty slim. But if the previa is covering the cervix yet off to the side a little, there's a good chance it will move. I'll know about the position of the placenta on August 28th when I go in for my 20 week ultrasound. If the placenta has not moved away from the cervix by week 28, there is very little chance that it will move. So then I'll be scheduled for a c-section and will have to be monitored closely because the cervix can start to be dysfunctional...leading to a bleed out and an emergency c-section no matter how early it is.
So...please stretch out your hands and pray that the good Lord will move the placenta.
Because I'm supposed to be spending as much time on the couch as possible, George is moving back in on Sunday to help out. Please also pray that these next few weeks together are friendly and easy going. The plan, as of now, is to head for Colorado on August 30th!!
Praise for His love and faithfulness...I was given a 3rd opportunity with Fuller this past week and it is by far the best. This position would be as the buyer specialist working with a heavy hitting agent in my old office. I would work with all of her buyers and also be able to work with my past clients and she'd work with all of the sellers. I'd be able to work from home when I'm not showing properties and THAT is what appeals to me the most. Well, I also love showing properties, so that's pretty good too. :-)
I will stay with friends until I find a more permanent place to live. The people with the house in Country Club have been on vacation and unreachable for the past week. I did sign up on some house-sitting websites so we'll see what comes from that. Please continue to pray that God will provide us with a great place to live.
Jackson has grown up a lot since April. He is such a godly little man. I have a few Jacksonisms to share with you:
George came over last week and was pretty choked up. He apologized to me and said he regrets the decisions he has made and they are affecting every area of his life. Jackson said, "Dad, God will forgive you!"
In the car one day I was pointing out the beautiful sunset to Jackson and he said (quite rudely), "Mom, there is no sun over there." I was explaining what a sunset is and he said with much attitude and a big frown on his face, "There is NO sun!". I pulled the car into a parking lot without saying a word and when I had parked I turned around and put my hand on his thigh and said, "Jackson, you may not EVER speak to me that way. You are being disrespectful and rude and that is absolutely NOT okay. Do You Understand?" The crocodile tears spilled over and he nodded his head. As we got back onto the road he said, "Mom, you hurt my feelings. I think you need to say you're sorry." I said, "Actually, there is a difference between me hurting your feelings and disciplining you. It is my job to help you understand what is right and what is wrong. And it is your job to do what?" "Obey" "Right, so maybe you should apologize to me for being rude." So he did. A minute or so passed and he said, "Mom, I think Jesus is mad at me for being rude to you." "Well, I'm not sure he's mad at you, but I'll bet he's pretty sad." "I think I should tell Jesus I'm sorry for being rude to you." And he put his little head down and spoke to his heart, "Jesus, I'm sorry for being rude to my mommy. Please forgive me." And he looked up at me, smiled, and said, "He forgave me!".
Another day in the car Jackson asked me if I still love Daddy. I said that I sure do! So he asked me why I don't want him to live with us. I thought for a moment and said, "It's not that I don't want him to live with us. I do. But Daddy is not treating me the way I want to be treated. I want my husband to love me, protect me, do nice things for me, and cherish me. You know?" My son then said, "Mommy, do you know who does those things?" I said, "Who?" and he said, "I do. I do those things!". I thought my love for him was going to explode out of my chest!
Okay, last one.
Last Wednesday morning I was doing my Bible study out on the front porch and Jackson was riding his bike. He stopped, came over to me, and said, "Mom, I think we need to pray for Daddy now." We pray for him every night before bed. I said, "Well, I really need to finish up this study but you can pray for him." So I watched him pace up and down the walkway praying out loud but so quietly that I couldn't hear him. It must have last for 2 minutes! My heart was swelling. Then he looked at me and said, "Alright! I prayed for Daddy and for Noah." And he got back on his bike and kept riding.
I see the world differently when I'm with Jackson. He truly lights up my life!