Turns out blood is quite helpful.

Well, after two weeks of worsening anemia and the flu — during which I did not fold a single piece of laundry because lifting my arms was exhausting, or do much of anything other than sit in a chair or sleep while some very sweet ladies consented to be hired to keep the house clean and the kids alive — I got a blood transfusion Friday evening (beautiful way to spend Valentine’s) and am now starting to feel better. We waited a few days after my doctor recommended a transfusion, to see if my body could start producing blood on its own with some iron and potassium supplements, since it seemed better to avoid even the small risks of transfusion if we could, but unfortunately it didn’t happen. So, thank you, to a stranger who shared some blood.

I can’t say I liked going to the hospital alone (Kerry had to stay home with the kids), but I made it through and I’m hoping things are just going to get better from here physically.

Results so far from tests on our little Lucy Pearl as well as my blood show that everything is/was normal. Lucy was growing just as she should. Which is oddly harder to process than if something was obviously wrong. We would really like to know why we lost our baby, and I’m not sure if we’ll get those answers. I’m so, so thankful that goodbyes in this life are only temporary for those who trust in Jesus.

And on a final random note, this is what it looks like around here right now. The weather has warmed up quite a bit, but we still have plenty of snow. Hints of spring in the air, and a garden to plan before it comes … a garden to plan before it comes.