The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

Whew! What a crazy, crazy couple of weeks it has been! Along with all the end of school year activities we have had going on, we also moved into our new house. It has taken me awhile to recover from it all. We only have 2 weeks of school left here so the next couple of weeks are crazy busy too but I knew I needed to do an update on our move.

My parents were so, so, so kind and came down to help us move. We had done a lot of packing/moving/unpacking before they got here so we thought we were in great shape for the move. I had moved over and unpacked the entire kitchen, most of the office and all of our closets. My parents arrived on Tuesday afternoon and my dad immediately got to work hauling loads of stuff over to our new house. Wednesday was much the same with Al and my dad working late into the night. My mom helped with the kids and helped me pack boxes and gave me several MUCH needed pep talks. Really, I was a mess with this move.

By Thursday morning we only had the bare necessities at the house plus all of our furniture. We had a bunch of guys coming from the ward to help us with the furniture that night. My dad and I worked like crazy all day getting things set up for the moving crew and moving over the stuff from the garage. That night the crew arrived and started hauling the furniture over. As they were dropping off the first load my dad pulled me aside and said he thought he was having a kidney stone attack and needed to go to the emergency room. Crazy! Al and a couple guys immediately gave my dad a blessing and then he and I hurried off to the ER. My poor mom was left to deal with the mess of the house and the kids who were desperate to go to bed.

We spent many hours in the ER Thursday night and they finally sent my dad home with pain medication and instruction to let the stone pass on its own. We pulled in at about 3:00 a.m. Watching my dad suffer in so much pain was HORRIBLE and something I hope to never have to experience again.

Friday was another crazy day as Al and I spent the day hauling more junk out of the house and cleaning before we returned the truck. We literally fell into bed at 8:00 p.m. and slept for 11 hours straight.

Saturday my dad still had not passed the kidney stone and was in a lot of pain again so we took him back to the ER. Once again they sent him home with MORE pain meds and the promise that the stone would pass within 24 hours.

By Monday the stone had still not passed and my dad was in extreme pain again. We took him back to the ER that morning and they finally checked him into the hospital to meet with a urologist. It was a really frustrating situation for everyone since he had been in and out of the ER so much with no real relief. They finally scheduled him for surgery for Tuesday to get the stone out and get his kidney functionality back to normal.

My poor parents were finally able to leave on Thursday morning after letting my dad recover for a day. Even with all the trauma with my dad, we are so grateful they were able to come and help us. It was a huge blessing to have them here with us and their help was invaluable getting us moved.

We are still living in a sea of boxes but every day gets a little bit better. In hindsight it would have been better to move once school was out since there is SO much going on the next few weeks. The best news is that we survived yet another move. Doing this move our selves gave me a HUGE appreciation for being professionally moved. It also motivated me to dejunk some of our stuff (like the TWENTY bins of kids clothes I've been hanging onto "just in case").

Again, a big thanks to my parents for all their help and support and for all those who helped us here as well!