Moving Day

Moving day came quick.  Even though I had been packing and preparing things here and there for the move for weeks, I wasn't emotionally prepared to see our belongings leave a house I loved and move to an unfamiliar place.

 

The hospital put us up in a hotel for two nights while are things were being moved.  It was great to spend the day swimming in the hotel rather than packing and lifting, but there was some guilt, too.  I felt bad having someone else come and pack up, clean up, and move us, however, since Erik was out of town for the week, it was very nice not to have to do it alone.

 We woke up very early on the second day to meet the movers at the new house.  I had to be there to direct the boxes and furniture to the right rooms.  We woke before it was light and arrived at the new house in time for a quick breakfast in the new dining room!

 After the movers came and went, the real fun began!  Unpacking boxes is not my favorite thing to do.  I felt like we would never get things organized and put away.

 After the boys tried out the new jacuzzi tub, they were blowing bubbles in the tile entryway while I unpacked some more boxes.  From down the hallway, I heard a big smack and then a pause with a, "Klaasen, are you okay?"  And then a loud cry, followed with, "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM"

 I came running and found Klaasen on the floor, next to a huge pile of blood, and a tooth, root and all!  After picking Klaasen up and assessing the ingury and hearing the story of what happned, I thought Klaasen might have broke his jaw!  He slipped on some bubble solution that had spilled on the tile and smacked his head right on the floor.  He ripped out at least one tooth, but he was swelling quickly and still bleeding 10 minutes later.  He also couldn't close his jaw.  I called Erik, who was still out of town, and we decided that I should take him into the Emergency Department to have him checked out.

 Going to the Emergency Room with four kids is never a fun task.  Luckily, the other three were well behaved and Klaasen was super brave while they took some x-rays.  Everything checked out okay, but the doctor consulted with a pediatric dental surgeon who advised that we see him as soon as possible.

 So, we went and saw him the next day!  We decided to leave the tooth out that had fallen out and cast two other teeth that were super loose.  The casting went well!   Klaasen was super tough.

The next two weeks consisted of unpacking, unpacking, and unpacking.  Along with starting school!  It was an emotional move and one that I think we will question forever.  Was it the right choice?  Could we have made it work to live over an hour from Erik's work?  Will this be better for our family?  Is this God's plan for our family?