follow-up

Man, that's a hard post to follow! I'm sure that tonight's post should be equally meaningful and insightful. Instead, all I can think of is "pomplemoose". It's so fun to say! Technically pomplamoose or pamplemousse depending on if you mean the indie rock duo or the french word for grapefruit. Or my way if all you want is a delightful word. Today I was trying and trying to remember it, fruitlessly (hee hee). Possibly the best thing about it is that I have been saying it for a long time with no ideas what (if anything) it meant. Like "mokachogi!" Great to say, no idea if it means anything. (Zero results in google, closest match is mochi, another awesome word, but one I know the meaning of since I ate some in Hawaii around the same time I ate some musubi - incidentally also fun to say). So there you go. My follow up to my wife's beautiful post is a series of mostly-words that I love to blurt out randomly or use as pet names for my daughters. The dichotomy in these posts actually illustrates a fair amount about our marriage (am I going to get in trouble for that? Or the overuse of parens in this post? Tune in next time to find out!)

The Gift of Eve

It has been nearly two years, but I still remember distinctly a series of nights when I lay awake deep in the night thinking about the new life growing inside me, wondering how I was going to manage two children when I sometimes felt I could barely manage one. I was miserable, uncomfortable, and the nausea had begun. I was on a beautiful Hawaiian vacation, and all I could think about was how the smell of sand made me want to vomit.* There was also a part of me that was afraid something was wrong, and even though I have pretty much come to accept that just about any weird symptom qualifies as “normal” for pregnancy, I couldn’t escape my worry.

I lay awake feeling worried and afraid and alone and a little pathetic.

I don’t remember how the thought came to me, but I began to think of Eve. I imagined her beginning her life in the Garden of Eden, without a worry or a pain. I imagined her cast from the Garden of Eden, learning to take care of the animals and the fields. I imagined her experiencing her first period, getting pregnant, going into labor, giving birth. Who could she have relied on to tell her what was normal, what to expect? What little she knew I imagine she must have learned from taking care of the sheep or the rabbits or the goats.

And which of those animals could have given her any idea of how long her own pregnancy would last? Which could have explained to her that the nasty, metallic taste she got in her mouth was, indeed, completely normal? Or her sudden aversion to lilacs? Who would comfort her that millions of women had done this before her (no one had) and that—despite how it feels—everyone does go into labor eventually? No one is pregnant forever.

She must have been courageous. Any fear or doubt she may have felt—for that matter, simply all the questions she couldn’t possibly have answers to yet—she overcame them all. With her husband to attend her,** she went through it all. Periods, pregnancy, labor, healing, nursing, raising children, and doing it all over again.

Lying in bed, I was overwhelmed with gratitude for all I had. Starting, quite frankly, with knowing what was going on, why I was feeling so horrible. Sudden, terrible disease? (I imagine Eve briefly wondering this.) Nope; little test I took says I’m pregnant. How long? Longer than sheep (who are pregnant four to five months—imagine how overdue you would feel at nine!). Along with such basic knowledge, I had healthcare providers like (later) my wonderful midwife Susan and birth attendant Lori, who had much knowledge and skill. I had their shiny, technologically advanced instruments in case of unlikely complications. I had the comfort of a warm home, a furnace, a good hot water heater for that really long shower during labor. I had the internet so that every time I felt a new weird symptom, I could join the rest of the world in wondering if a sore throat was an early sign of pregnancy (yes), and I could research it ad nauseam.

I was surrounded by information and support and help, but I felt scared and alone. Eve, on the other hand, despite having only one man there to help her, knew she wasn’t alone. She knew she would have God’s help.

Eve began her life in the Garden of Eden. She knew what it was to have no pain, no hunger, no struggle. And then she left that Garden to bear children and to bless the earth with her seed. At first glance, I would think, “Wow, I bet she missed Eden (especially during hour #16 of labor).” I think we often believe the state in the Garden was better, nicer, happier. And yet, do you know what she testified?

And Eve, [Adam’s] wife … was glad, saying: Were it not for our transgression we never should have had seed, and never should have known good and evil, and the joy of our redemption, and the eternal life which God giveth unto all the obedient.

And Adam and Eve blessed the name of God, and they made all things known unto their sons and their daughters. (Moses 5:11–12)

She knew them both. She knew the Garden and she knew mortality. And she preferred mortality. She blessed God for giving it to her. And in doing so, she blessed all of us.

Eve’s gift is more than just the life she gave her posterity. Eve’s gift is the joy she found in doing so. It is her example of courage in the face of the unknown. It is a testimony that, even when life is hard (and it so often is), mortality is a gift so great that she rejoiced in it and praised God.

This knowledge—well, it doesn’t solve everything. It doesn’t suddenly make it easier to find the patience to tell the same story for the seventeenth time that day or clean up another spill. It isn’t always easy to remember that these things are blessings, not curses. But in quiet moments, I think the gift of Eve can give us the strength to journey forward.

*And really, in Hawaii you can’t escape the smell of sand. Even after we returned, it took me what felt like weeks to finally do all the laundry from our trip because every time I looked at the suitcase or opened it, I felt sick to my stomach again.

Yes, I realize this picture is now over a year old. But just
humor my need to once again show off her adorable newborn-ness
(and also my need to finally start posting pictures again occasionally).

**I imagine that he did an excellent job, but I’m sure he must have also had his worries; it is one thing to help birth a sheep and quite another to help birth your own child.

paradise

With her newly short again hair, J said she would put some product in it tonight so she could see what it looks like tomorrow. I'm hoping for a pompadour or maybe some -awesome- magnificent bird of paradise plumage. She mentions that I probably won't get to see it since I've been heading to work at an "everything's still very dark and you'd better not interruptt the best part of your wife's sleep with anything pesky like light" sort of hour.

Geek alert: when do you know you're a geek? When typing plumage makes you think - "neat, a plutonium mage! High DPS with long-lasting poison effects." Man, you really are a geek - what kind of crazy person thinks something like that?

attack!

Bloggie bloggie! Maybe it's a new friend! didn't buy anything online for cyber-Monday (mostly b/c I had already gotten J her presents. What are they? Present-type presents! Helped Bro Gregory move his stuff into a storage unit tonight. B4 that, made dinner while J got her hair cut - it's cute! And drew some cute pictures with C after she was done pretending to be Mulan and training hitting pillows with her bamboo stick (handle for a butterfly catcher). It was cute when she asked me if I wanted her to train me - yes, I want you to train me. She says: Rule 1, no hitting people. Rule 2: no hitting furniture. Now Bend your legs. She demonstrates by facing forward with her legs apart and bent deeply. Then she says "Hiiiiii" "Yah" as she jumps and spins and hits a pillow with her staff/spear. Or pokes it out. Or spins it around. Whoa! She actually did some pretty good moves! I was honored to learn from my little grasshopper.

road

A day for driving. West Virginia to Maryland, then to DC (temple trip), then back home. Then to the store. At least the kids got a nap on the first leg of the journey. Then getting ready for Sunday.
Speaking of driving, there are a lot of freeways and numbered highways. Today we drove on the: 522, 9, 70, 695, 648, 97, 100, 10, 95, and 495. Whew!

plum

Playing with foo is fun, but I'm plum tuckered out and I didn't even do anything today. Back home tomorrow.

nom nom nom

Tgiving was delicious! We're at Aunt Dawn's house and Aunt Marneen and her kids are here too, so C and A had someone to play with, which has been. delight for them. I helped with prep work all morning (well, after I slept in that is). Then some of Dawn's friends came over, we ate and did thankfuls, then played some.