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For those of you who aren’t intimately familiar with our lives, we decided before Jude was born that we were going to follow God’s call to serve in the country of Moldova for two years following Josh’s graduation from Bible college. Jude was born in February 2009, and four months later we moved to live back and forth between our parents’ houses for three months before leaving for Moldova in September.
Because of Moldova’s visa requirements, before we got our green cards, we were only allowed to stay in the country for three months, and then we had to be out of the country for three months. So in December, we packed up and moved back to our parents’ houses for three months. Back to Moldova in March, we lived for three more months in our tiny apartment on the camp property where the school is. Then, on May 20th, we moved down the road into our current residence where we are house and dog-sitting for an American family we work with who are back in America on furlough for eight months. We have now lived here for five months.
Whew! That made me tired just typing all of that, much less living it.
So why have we put our son (and ourselves) through so much moving and instability? Because Josh and I resolved a long time ago to follow God’s call no matter what, and we know that this is what he has called us to do. Throughout it all, we have clung to Matthew 8:20- “And Jesus said to him, ‘Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.’” When we follow Christ, he doesn’t promise us a life of ease and stability. What he does promise us is that, “Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it” (Matthew 10:39).
See that spot on Jude’s bottom lip? (Nevermind the confused expression.) No, it’s not a piece of food, though that’s an honest mistake. It’s actually a mistake I made for a while too. It gradually started showing up when he was around 15 months or so (I’m not totally sure, that’s just my best guess from going through old pictures), but I, thinking it was a piece of food or dirt or something, edited it out of pictures for a few months until one day it hit me that he always seemed to have a piece of food in the same place, even when the rest of his face was clean. Then, of course, I looked at his face and saw a freckle!
I just have to tell you that I love this freckle. It is so quirky and so him… I can’t imagine him without it. I told Josh the other day that if we ever have professional pictures made of him, I’ll have to tell the photographer about that freckle or else they might edit it out just like I used to.
We spent a portion of our vacation in Greece at a place on the beach in the northern part of the country. It was beautiful- the water was clear and calm most days, and from the beach we could look north and see Mt. Olympus.
Of course, to an 18 month-old, none of this compared to the fun of running in the opposite direction of the water, across the street, and into the restaurant to try to climb into a chair and onto the table. (Have I mentioned that we’ve entered a climbing phase? His new nickname is Evil Knievel.) But we were able to distract him with the sand and surf occasionally, and I even managed to get a few decent pictures to prove it. Below are some of my favorites:
I’ve recently discovered how to put my pictures into collages in photoshop and am really enjoying playing with it (in between pulling my son down from the kitchen table, the stairs, his little desk, the window sills, and anywhere else he can find to climb). In my last post of beach pictures, I used some free templates I found online, but for this one I wanted to make my own. It was so easy! I thought about posting the .psd file for others to download… I might do it if anybody comments and says they would use it.
Whew! I think we are finally all recovering from a horrible stomach bug that has gone through all 3 of us in the last week. First, Josh started feeling bad Thursday evening and Friday he was in such bad shape that he literally slept the entire day except for maybe 3 cumulative hours. Saturday, he was still pretty puny, but noticeably improved.
By Sunday, Josh almost fully recovered just in time for Jude to get sick right after breakfast. Poor little dude got it rough, too. I lost count, but I’m guessing he threw up probably 15 or so times over the course of Sunday morning to Monday evening. He was so miserable, and we spent most of those two days watching cartoons and cleaning up.
(A completely unrelated, but cute, picture of Jude before he got sick)
If there is one redeeming quality to that whole situation, it is that this house has all tile floors. So while every towel, bed sheet, piece of clothing, and blanket got yucked on, at least we could just mop it up instead of trying to scrub it out of carpet.
Monday afternoon came, and Jude seemed to be feeling better. As the afternoon and then evening wore on, I started feeling worse and worse. By bedtime, Jude and I were both throwing up, and Josh was single-handedly being our comforter, clean-up crew, bed sheet changer, and… well… just our overall hero. He told me later that as he was up that night for the second time trying to comfort Jude back to sleep, he broke down crying in prayer to God for help.
Monday night was rough for me, but Josh and Jude were able to sleep well. By yesterday (Tuesday) Jude was in the “still pretty puny, but noticeably improved” category. I, however, was still in the thick of it. I slept most of the day, and spent the rest sitting or lying on the couch trying not to throw up. Jude took a good 3-hour afternoon nap, and Josh was able to get some much-needed rest.
Tuesday evening, Stephanie brought me some strawberry jell-o with real strawberries in it! I had a little (it was the first thing I’d eaten in over 30 hours) and it was great. It’s been my staple so far today, too.
As of today (Wednesday), Jude seems to have made a full recovery, and I have reached the “puny but noticeably improved” category. Things are looking up!
My baby is 1 year old today! *sniff sniff*
One year ago today was a very difficult day. After 12 hours of labor, things were not looking safe for Jude to be born naturally, so we made the difficult decision to go to the hospital for a c-section. Exactly a year ago from the exact time that I am writing this, I was in the most traumatic part of the day, actually being admitted to the hospital and prepped for the c-section. Yes, I said traumatic. Anyway… moments later, our perfect 10 pound, 3 ounce boy was brought into this world. Nobody could believe how big he was!
The first few months were very difficult. Jude had silent reflux and I didn’t fully recover from the c-section for 3 months. Josh pulled through for all of us with more strength and endurance than I knew was possible.
Jude is such an incredible blessing. Every time I look at him, my heart swells with love, joy, and thankfulness to God. He is full of energy, enough so that keeping up with him has proven to be all of the workout plan I need. 🙂
Happy birthday, baby. I love you, and I love being your mommy.