One Day at a Time

Well, here we are at week 10. No, this isn't Lori, but her humble servant and best friend, Billy. Also known as...daddy. Or daddy to be, but truth be told I've tried to get Lori to call me "daddy" even before she became pregnant. But I digress...

I'm filling in for the better of the Turnbow halves while she's been feeling not so well. We always wondered IF we ever did get pregnant how Lori's body would handle the presence of another life form in her body. As most of you know, with Celiac and a B12 deficiency, she can get tired easily. This was also part of how we answered our own prayers to God as to why we were not able to have children. We even found ourselves praying to God that we trusted in His decision if He wanted us to adopt because it would be better for Lori's body not to be under the diress of pregnancy. And in the same breath we acknowledged our God is powerful and can do anything He wants, that He could give Lori the strength to have a child no matter what. That's what's called giving God an "out" if His answer should be "no." You know what I'm talking about.

So here we are now at 10 weeks. Lori has had several pretty rough weeks which is mainly why there has been no new entries here. We've tried several different things to control/counter the nausea and to help her sleep better so she has more energy in the day. I'm happy to say that after much trial and error -- including avoiding dairy products (who knew her Danactiv was adversely affecting her the entire day!), buying a special $50 pillow from Amazon to make her more comfortable at night, and making sure she eats like a hummingbird -- she has had several much better days where she doesn't feel so confined to a couch.

During this time, I've reflected on just how much we absolutely must rely on the "one day at a time" philosophy. We were already prescribing to this before pregnancy as it was the only thing that really got us through some emotional times. And now it has become our daily bread. There are too many fears ahead of us of what might happen, or what if this happens that we can never find peace to get through the week. Yet again, even after God has proven it to us time after time before, we must let go of what we can't control...which is, unsurprisingly, everything. We're now on one income, and this just immediately after the dust had settled on our initial expenses from a home purchase (go God). We haven't built up any savings. The quote on the bill for Lori's entire pregnancy (someone tell me where the rate-shopping progressive insurance equivalent is for that?) will literally just barely fit in the HSA payment plan we had decided at the beginning of the year. So we are pretty much living it day to day right now.

And we gladly, gratefully accept it. God answered our biggest prayer. Why would He stop now? Yes, anything can happen, but all we really have is today, anyway.

We know many friends going through all kinds of struggles from job searches, debt problems, relationship stresses, and yes, to waiting for God's answer for a child. In this world it's never over when you get your answer. It's always what's the next question. "Contentment" has been our power word for years. It's so easy to use it when we can point back to a past struggle we went through. It's much, much harder to live with it in the moment. But it's what gets us closer to God and closer to each other. We learn to rely and trust more in Him and it's a process. It's just gathering our manna for the day...not too much and not too little. Just enough to get us through another day.