As I sat down to write, I looked back at the date of my last post…March 4th. It has been that long. And short. At the time, I was getting up the gumption to blog more often, particularly about food, etc. The snow was melting, buds were forming, and I was looking forward to many many things. Well…many many things have happened in the past 6, yes, 6 months. When life gets crazy and blows up, some of my friends turn to their blogs to process and share. I am not like my friends…to keep my head above water, I run from anything that I perceive to be a time or energy sucker (for me, as much as I like the idea of blogging, in reality, the thought of it sometimes sucks me dry. I just think it’ll take too much of what I’m already running short on.
So, because the past 6 months have been so nutty to truly convey, I’ll give a synopsis of the nutty-ness:
1. Mid-March trip to Chicago for Matt to attend class and me to shore up an internship there for the summer.
2. Days later, Matt’s brain blows up (okay, not really, but some quick onset balance issues lead to a doctor’s visit, a CAT scan followed by an MRI, and a referral to a specialist). Really, what they found was a lesion on his brain stem.
3. Late March and all of April are spent back and forth to doctors and specialists trying to figure out what’s wrong with Matt…a brain tumor? Multiple sclerosis? Something else? Many blood tests and a spinal tap later, it looks like he may eventually develop MS. But right now it’s just a “lesion”. Commence and then taper steroids.
4. I try to keep on top of school as much as possible in the midst of Matt’s medical craziness. Fly out to CA for an aging professionals’ conference the last week of April, as it looked like Matt was going to be ok. Goal to come back and finish up the semester.
5. Return from CA on April 30. The next morning, May 1st, decide to take a pregnancy test because my period hadn’t come in what seemed like a reasonable window of time. The line moves across the test stick, and, wait, there are two lines. That’s never happened before…we are pregnant! I giggle with joy, treasure my secret for a moment until Matt gets of the phone, then shove the stick in front of his face…to which he falls on the floor crying with joy and thankfulness. In the midst of the most uncertain…God creates new life.
6. Almost immediately following the positive result, I get sick. Nausea, barfing, etc. I want to keep the baby a secret for about week until we could tell our parents on Mother’s day, but then I get scared that we might have lost the baby. So, I call my mom in tears. A few days later, the doctor orders an ultrasound…the flutter is there! I cry and exclaim “there’s a baby in there!?!”
7. May is spent on my sofa with frozen fruit bars, toast, dry cereal, club soda, and the trash can. A month worth of vomiting and nausea will wear on anyone, I don’t care who you are. So much for getting my school work done. Matt has 3 more MRIs to check his brain and spine.
8. At the beginning of June, we travel to Chicago where we knock on a stranger’s door with our suitcases. They graciously house us in their finished attic, on two twin beds pushed together, with no AC for the summer. It’s 95+ degrees on the evening of our arrival.
9. For me, June and July entail pulling through an (awesome) internship while pregnant. In June we travel 5+ hours back to Oxford for doctors’ appts. and find out Matt’s lesion has decreased in size and that our baby is well. Matt’s specialist literally shouts for joy! Back in December for yet another MRI. July brings another ‘quick’ trip to Oxford for a baby appt, and we travel via Bowling Green where we celebrate with friends as Matt is baptized.
10. With nausea subsiding in late July, I’m able to enjoy some Chicago summer fun and we have lots of family visitors. August brings the end of my internship, a trip through Indiana for my step-dad’s 60th surprise party, and our return back to Oxford just 5 days before another semester starts.
11. Adjusting back to the academic environment is rough for a few weeks in August. As I introduce myself to new students, one of my colleagues immediately follows my “Hi, I’m Amber” with “and she’s pregnant!” The excitement is fun.
12. On August 25th, we find out that our baby is a … to be continued.
The piece of Scripture God gave Matt a few weeks before all this craziness started:
Behold, I am doing a new thing;
now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
I will make a way in the wilderness
and rivers in the desert.
Baby Cable, 22 weeks