So today was Monday. Ah the dreaded Monday. The one we curse as the alarm blares at six am, the one that makes us groggy and rude all day long, the one that symbolizes a start to another week of toiling in the dirt, bringing home the bacon, cleaning the house, paying the piled up bills. Monday how we loathe you...
But today, I sang a different tune to my Monday. My sweet much needed Monday. You brought me a week of no work, the first of many, and the opportunity to call business hours only offices. You gave me a chance to get shiz done, to not wallow in my pit of loneliness, to not rack my brain for things to keep me busy, to not have to sit and think of how badly i missed my husband and where i would go from here. so sweet, so dear, Monday.
The number one thing i needed to do was make sure my sweet little baby was doing all the stress and pressure of the recent events. I also needed to make sure my contractions werent causing anything to happen. The search was dooming at first. call after call, transfer after transfer. many "we don't take your insurance" to "I'll have to check to see if we can get you in that soon". it seemed non stop. google's server was on the verge of crashing and my fingers were sore from typing and dialing. I said a prayer and alas! it was answered. At first this call too was like all the others, after overcoming the financial difficulty i got a small glimmer of hope. when they told me the soonest appointment... two weeks from Thursday. my baby could be here by then! What if she comes to early and no one is there to help!? I wanted to scream. But instead of giving into my emotions I calmly and sadly explained how scared I was for my babies health and how appreciative i would be if they could get me in any sooner. I was put on hold, my heart racing and hoping that this would be my last call. and finally... the doctor was spoken to personally! I don't even talk to my doctor of years personally! He was soft spoken and friendly as was each clerk, billing specialist and nurse i talked to. He had sympathy towards me and squeezed me in for ten am on Wednesday. I now have scheduled an appointment with one of the best Ob's you can find (they have many in Utah due to the popularity of baby making in the state.)
I can only thank the Lord for this miracle as I know he intervened when I was talking to scheduling., and as she was talking to the doctor. I could just imagine God's hand softly touching their chests where their hearts were and whispering to them words to make them feel for my situation.
five hours into my Monday, the prayers continued to be answered and the help continued to pour in. I then walked in to a school where i have never attended and only knew of due to my sister in law and was given resources for a therapist, a FREE therapist. Next a pamphlet fell in my lap of a woman's empowerment class, described as a way to learn to cope with stress, identify root emotions, and find peace within yourself. The woman in the office there were also so sweet and helpful. I might move here purely for the breathe of fresh air of being able to understand everyone you speak to and to have such compassionate people wanting to help you.
And the icing on the cake... my shower planning has officially begun. After a little tugging and bugging with my sisters, things are in motion and i feel confident that me and my husband will be able to celebrate our new baby girls birth together. a much needed time with family and friends blessing us and our children.
I feel at peace, happy, content. I now know that I made the right choice in leaving behind my stresses and following Gods voice. Of course nothing with be perfect from here on out, but better. And of course i still have a list of things that need to be worked on organized and fixed, but I am going Fourth with confidence that the lord is by my side, helping me every step of the way. I can see his footprints in the sand, and I am glad.
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