Day 163...moving day

Jul 2

Not moving day for us, but for my sister and her husband. We were all set to help them. One problem though... I'm sick. Last night I told Mom I wasn't coming, that I was just going to send Eli and Martyn, and stay home and rest. But I was feeling better enough to come along. Eli and I were supposed to be the muscle...though I wasn't sure how much muscle I was going to be capable of.

Mom and Rachel had gotten Martyn a bunch of clothes, and mom was really looking forward to showing them to me. So as soon as we got to Rachel's house, that's what she did. It was pretty cool. They got him all 9 month clothes, and he totally fits into a bunch of them. Such a big boy.

They also got a few of the rubber coated, small spoons for feeding, and one of this super nifty mesh bags for giving babies food, with no risk of choking.

We got to their (old) house right as they were getting ready to take over the first load. So we followed them over to the new house and the load I carried in was the diaper bag, ha! We set up a little pillow and blanket padded area in the corner of the living room for Martyn to play on. Pretty much the only work i did all day was climb into the back of the truck and scoot the boxes of that first load, to the tail gate so the guys could easily come and grab them. That was pretty much all I had in me. I went inside and played with Martyn and talked to Mom and Rachel.

The guys left to get another load, and mom and Rachel stayed to finish unloading the boxes in the kitchen, so they could use the boxes. I had put Martyn down for a nap in one of the bedrooms on the bed and had come back out and laid down on his pallet I had made for him. I had a fever again. After a while, mom and Rachel finished and left to go back over to the house, I decided to go lay on the bed with Martyn. Eli and Bryan and Mitchel showed up about 10 min later. No one came back there to see if I was there or not, but I could hear them talking, and Eli was all panicked because I was no where to be found, but my car and the car seat were still there....He thought something had happened, but he couldn't quite put together what. They called mom and Rachel on the phone and were all frantic sounding, saying "where's Beth and the baby?" I could then here mom or Rachel (I'm not sure which, they totally sound alike on the phone) sounding equally frantic, saying I was there, asleep in the living room when they left..... I didn't want to wake the baby up, otherwise I would have just called out to them. Finally Eli said "Bethany, are you here?" I said as loudly quiet as possible, "I'm right here!" Then I hear him walking down the hall way.

He came in the room and sat down on the bed and looked really relieved....Which I thought was kind of funny, that it didn't occur to anyone to look in the rooms where the actual beds were set up.

I didn't feel any better all day. In fact, I felt pretty awful. I did take some Advil after lunch, and felt a tiny bit better for a little while, but dang. Also, I started coughing a little bit. I decided when we got home that I would take Martyn and sleep in the man cave so Eli could get some sleep....I had a feeling I was going to tossing and turning the whole night and I was totally right.

At least Martyn seems to be fine.