Daniel was born the week before Easter. It is now Pentecost. Time is seriously flying!!!!

Daniel updates are here. Succinctly putting it, he’s doing well and growing like a weed.

I’m working three days a week and spending the rest of the time down in Great Falls with the big-eyed boy. I’m grateful that my company and my management is supportive of all of this and that I can even do this. Once Daniel gets out of the hospital, I’ll have 2-3 weeks of maternity leave left and then I’m going to have to figure out a schedule for work that allows Jon to do his church stuff and allows me to work while providing care for Daniel. Daycare is a bit of an issue because Daniel is such a preemie so it might be a bit “interesting”. I know there is some outrage in the community because OMG I’m not quitting my job to stay home with Daniel and be a mommy and I’m not even addressing those people. Working keeps me sane (strange as it sounds) and I think we can (hopefully) balance things out.

Jon’s call papers are in and the bites we had aren’t panning out. That’s all I’m wanting to say and all I think people need to know at the moment. It’s probably good that we’re not looking at moving before August 15th because trying to coordinate Daniel’s care and a move right now is a little more than we can handle. We’re hoping Jon gets a new call in the near future though I’m chill with staying put at the moment if that is what God is calling us to do. I’m just hoping that we don’t have people in Jon’s congregations that try to force the synod’s hand or decide that the best thing to do is put the screws to us — that’s about the worst thing that they can do.

Some people have asked how I’m doing. The answer: I’M DEAD EXHAUSTED. It’s hard having Daniel down in Great Falls and trying to balance my everyday life plus trips down here. Yesterday, I fell asleep around Brady on the drive home (Jon was driving — I wouldn’t drive if I wasn’t able to stay awake) and then just barely got my pajamas on before I collapsed into bed and fell asleep again. I slept too late to make it to a church service this morning (then again, I don’t think I’ve actually ATTENDED a Sunday service in 3-4 weeks — I go to a Eucharist service on Wednesday at noon in Great Falls) and as I’m sitting here, I’m STILL tired. I’m having to remind myself that I can only do what I can do and that I’m doing the best that I can with the hours I have in a day. The people who think I should be doing more than I am need to trade lives with me for a day!