I spoke too soon ...

Have I mentioned that I have a tendency to overdo it?  Well, Monday was a great example of this, I guess.  Although, I do not know what I did to wipe myself out as much as I did. 

Since it was a Monday, Talan didn't have school and I had both boys all day.  I made breakfast for the boys, cleaned it up, did a quick craft with them, cleaned it up, dusted, made lunch, cleaned it up, put Hunter down for a nap, sat for a bit (when Talan would actually rest like he was supposed to be doing), made dinner, and went to our neighborhood group for church.  Oh, I also folded the laundry, put it all away, and picked out the boys' clothes for the week.  Overall, nothing too crazy, but Kenton thought otherwise.  For the first time since not working, I was contracting pretty steadily. 

I knew I had just overdone it and tried to sit and drink as much water as possible.  The day after contracting, I tend to be worn out so I planned on an easy day.  I wasn't going to do the vacuuming I had originally planned.  I obviously had to take care of the kids and make sure everyone was fed, but sat most of the day. 

On Wednesday, I assumed I would be as good as new and back to normal.  Boy, was I wrong!  I still felt exhausted and run-down.  My legs felt like they couldn't support me if I was up for more than a few minutes at a time.  To top it off, neither boy decided they were going to rest or nap at all.  I was exhausted and just needed a break.  Luckily, my loving mom came over and allowed me to take a much needed rest in my room.

Today was a better day.  I woke up feeling weak again, but decided to try to get ready and see if that helped at all.  Once Talan got on the bus to school, Hunter and I made a quick trip up to the store.  I was able to do a few organizational things while sitting down today, which made me feel like I was at least accomplishing something.  I also made a super yummy dinner.  However, by the time it was time to eat, the contractions came back.  I sat down and drank some water.  This seemed to help a bit, but I am still randomly contracting as I'm typing this hours later.

I'm very sad to admit that I may have to start restricting my activities even more.  I hate sitting in my house thinking about all of the things that I could be doing and not being able to do them.  I'm also super frightened about not being able to take care of the boys if I'm not allowed to be on my feet.  I have no clue what we would do.  The best I can do at this point is put it all in God's hands and take it easy.

Tomorrow morning, Aaron and I are going to Phoenix Children's Hospital to meet with a pediatric kidney doctor.  This has been such an emotional journey for us.  We were scared to death about the possibilities, then we felt at peace with everything and believed Kenton was fine, now we are at a wait and see point.  At first, we both didn't think it was necessary to meet with the kidney doctor because they would call one in at the hospital if they felt it was necessary.  However, in the past week, my heart is telling me that this is the route we need to go.  As I've been praying and re-reading Genesis as part of my Bible reading plan, I started feeling in my heart-of-hearts that God is preparing us for a big battle ahead.  So, I digress, we will be meeting with the pediatric nephrologist tomorrow morning to discuss Kenton's test results and possible diagnosis.  From there, we will come up with a plan of action (hopefully) for treatment.

This has been a rough week.  Luckily, Aaron took tomorrow off to go the doctor.  This means that I get three days with my hubby, and hopefully some time off of my feet.  Hopefully the control freak side of me can sit for a bit! :)