One year ago was a crazy time. Looking back at my organizer from last year, I don't know how I wasn't crazy. (or maybe I was? Any thoughts?)
One year ago I was finally setting up nursery for Lincoln, just days before his arrival. And much to the contrast of many 9 1/2 month pregnant ladies, I was actually praying that Lincoln wouldn't come even one day earlier than he was supposed to.
You see, our little house was in BAD need of new windows. I think a few of the windows were actually broken out and only consisted of a single pane storm window. And the majority of them were painted shut. Awesome. And I was more than fed up with our disgusting berber that had been there for who knows how long.
So, of course I took nesting to the extreme and scheduled to have every single window replaced and all the carpet in our house replaced. One week before Lincoln's due date. :-)
It was supposed to happen long before that, of course, but there was a long waiting period at the window company, and therefore carpet installation had to be pushed back as well. But we decided, inconvenient as it was, that it was much better to do these renovations with only one child, rather than two children (and all of their stuff) and a healing mama. Plus, a law regarding lead-based paint clean up was about to be passed, which would increase the price of the window job. So, last-minute renovations are what we opted for.
So there I was, going crazy because I'm HUGE at this point, and fighting against every natural instinct inside of me to set up crib, get tiny baby clothes washed and put away, pack a hospital bag, etc. And because our house was built in 1931, it screams, "I'm full of lead-based paint!" And because lead dust would be flying around during window installations, I didn't want any baby stuff out yet.
10 days away from induction date:
With the help for Gavan (life saver!) we moved out every single piece of furniture from our carpeted rooms and into the garage for three days (except for the bed.... like I was about to sleep on the floor.) I had a handy little chart that was color coded and indicated what needed to be moved, where it should go and when it needed to be moved.
Now this is where Ben thought I was nut-so, cuckoo, crazy, paranoid: in every room that wasn't emptied out, I moved all the furniture together and clustered it as far away from the windows and possible. Then I draped huge, plastic sheets over it all and secured it down to the walls and floor to keep it all protected from dust, dirt, lead, paint-chips etc. I emptied everything off shelves, walls, etc. Everything was covered. Luckily, Home Depot sells these wonderful 9ft x 12ft plastic sheets for $1.50. I think I bought 20 of them. :-)
9 days from induction:
The window guys came and started tearing out old windows. Ben started sledge-hammering away at the fire place hearth. (We decided now would be a good time to remove the fireplace floor). And as he had the floor half way out, we decide on the whim that he should go ahead and remove the fireplace walls too.
Cue the voice inside my head: "Wait, you mean those fireplace walls that we just bricked 4 years earlier?"
Me: Yes, those fireplace walls.
Voice inside my head: "What a waste of money."
Me: Yeah, but we don't even have a fireplace... isn't that odd to just have a brick wall for no reason?
Voice inside my head: "But don't you know this will add days of extra work?"
Me: Yes, I know. But technically, Ben's the one doing it. I'm just the cheerleader.
Voice inside my head: "The big, rotund cheerleader?"
Me: Hey now.
Voice inside my head: "The big, rotund cheerleader who's having a contraction right now?"
Me: Logan was one week late. I'll take the chance.
Me: Yes, those fireplace walls.
Voice inside my head: "What a waste of money."
Me: Yeah, but we don't even have a fireplace... isn't that odd to just have a brick wall for no reason?
Voice inside my head: "But don't you know this will add days of extra work?"
Me: Yes, I know. But technically, Ben's the one doing it. I'm just the cheerleader.
Voice inside my head: "The big, rotund cheerleader?"
Me: Hey now.
Voice inside my head: "The big, rotund cheerleader who's having a contraction right now?"
Me: Logan was one week late. I'll take the chance.
So it was settled, the entire fireplace was going to come out. I got Logan loaded into the car so we could go camp out at Andy's for the day. I can't remember what we did that day, Andy, can you?
All through the day, Ben continued to take out all the brick, steel fire walls, the chimney, stick a long rusty nail into his forearm (which later got infected), add more lighting to the ceiling, install a light switch and outlet, repair molding around a window, and then insulate and sheet rock the former fire place.
Mean while, I tried to clean up all the dust and window debris as tactfully as a large-bellied (and ankled) woman can; vacuuming, sweeping, mopping, wiping all the walls down then mopping again, all while trying to keep Logan out of trouble and tools.
8 days from induction:
Ben continued to work on the fire place wall, mudding, taping, texturing, etc. Meanwhile, Logan and I ran around trying to buy another gallon of paint to match the paint of that room that we bought four years earlier. We also emptied everything from our closets in preparation for carpeting.
7 days from induction:
First thing in the morning, Daniel came over to help move our bed out to the garage. Tore out carpet, carpet guys come. Logan and and I leave again. Come home to beautiful new carpet! If you ever wanted to see a gargantuan woman rolling around as best she can on fresh new carpet, then you missed the show. Then Ben and I painted a coat of primer on the walls.
I pondered for a long time (and even drew floor plans) on where furniture should go back into our long, rectangular awkward rooms. Later that night Ben recruited some of his Young Men to help move all our furniture back in. Heavenly!
6 days from induction:
I think I finally got to set up nursery! And paint the new walls. Oh, and put everything else in our house back to where it should be. It was like moving all over again, but it was a nice time to purge and reorganize everything.
Days 5 through 0 were filled with picking out blinds and taking blinds back, picking out curtains and taking curtains back, painting the former fire place walls that Ben had just finished, sewing last minute things for baby, reviewing notes and trying to remember how to birth a baby, and trying to choose a name for baby boy.
Looking back I know our prayers were answered in that Lincoln didn't come early. And I look back in my organizer at times like that and wonder how I got everything done in one day that I did. I know we were blessed, immensely. It made those two days of "rest" in the hospital completely wonderful. And it makes days like today feel a bit easier.
