this is not going to be as pretty as i’d like it to be. \u00a0it might even be a little messy and uncomfortable and for that i’ll apologize.<\/p>\n
many\u00a0of you have been following my wife’s blog. \u00a0she’s real good about sharing real stories of life in our family. \u00a0she’s also pretty quick about it. \u00a0me? \u00a0i like to mull over the nuances of each word and select the precise one for the occasion. \u00a0so it takes me a while… \u00a0I am learning that i don’t have “a while” as often as i used to. \u00a0a small part of me feels philosophically torn by this objective reality, and the other parts of me tell me to quit babbling and whining and using uppity sounding words to communicate what you already know. \u00a0LIFE IS BUSY, AND WE ALL HAVE THINGS TO DO.My blog is not supposed to be about family. \u00a0i have imposed this “limitation” on myself. \u00a0In my mind this is supposed to be where you come to read about all the awesome things that God is doing through us and with us to reach into unreached people groups around the globe. \u00a0And i fail at sharing those things on a regular basis, often because i feel inadequate and ill prepared to sit down and throw my thoughts \u00a0on the screen… \u00a0tonight is different. I’m not going to do THAT.<\/p>\n
I’m going to do this:<\/p>\n
Yesterday at 1pm Tamara finally caved in and called the\u00a0OB doctor to ask about a persistent headache. \u00a0Combined with her hypertension and blurred vision, they were concerned enough that they had her head into the Labor and Delivery department. \u00a0She called me out of a meeting to tell me that i’d need to come home to be with Isaac and pick up Emma from soccer practice. \u00a0Tamara was in there for 4hours before they decided that they were going to need to admit her and see if she would need to be transferred to a hospital that could safely manage a 31 week old baby, because there was a good chance that if they couldn’t get her\u00a0blood pressure under control, momma and baby would be in pretty dire straits. \u00a0Words like\u00a0preeclampsia\u00a0<\/em>and\u00a0PIH\u00a0<\/em>were thrown and i looked them up. \u00a0none of them were even a little bit good.<\/p>\n 30 hours later and i am finally getting to write this. \u00a0It has been a whirlwind, a roller coaster, a rodeo of tests and medications and emails and phone calls and texts as we watched the body of Christ show us\u00a0the love of Christ BEAUTIFULLY! \u00a0Genetic family and spiritual family and friends of all kinds have literally come out of nowhere (that i was aware of!) to help and offer their service. \u00a0for the sake of privacy, i’ll not mention them by name, here. \u00a0you can email me if you want the beautiful details.<\/p>\n Tamara is still in the hospital. \u00a0she may remain there for a couple days more, while they get her BP stabilized and lowered. \u00a0EVEN after she gets those stabilized, i’m told we play this day-to-day. \u00a0ABSOLUTE BEDREST UNTIL YOU’RE NOT PREGNANT. Would you please pray that i’ll live out the love of Christ for my kids and wife<\/strong>? \u00a0it seems so easy to save all that stuff “for the office” sometimes, to almost lavish it on the students or fellow staff. \u00a0what a miserable excuse for a husband and father! \u00a0that’s not how God treats me when i’m needing help! \u00a0Pray that Tamara and bambino numero cinco<\/em> will play nicely together<\/strong> for AT LEAST 3 more weeks? \u00a0 \u00a0The doctor (AND us!) would really prefer 9 more, because 1 day in the womb is roughly equivalent to 3 in the NICU!<\/p>\n I’m going to bed now. \u00a0Resting in the fact that my Heavenly Father is NOT.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" this is not going to be as pretty as i’d like it to be. \u00a0it might even be a little messy and uncomfortable and for that i’ll apologize. many\u00a0of you have been following my wife’s blog. \u00a0she’s real good about sharing real stories of life in our family. \u00a0she’s also pretty quick about it. \u00a0me? […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":330,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[448,20041,637,4394,1800],"class_list":{"0":"post-120","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-family","7":"tag-ethnos360","8":"tag-family-2","9":"tag-new-tribes-mission","10":"tag-preeclampsia","11":"tag-pregnancy","12":"entry"},"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joshua-mathew\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joshua-mathew\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joshua-mathew\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joshua-mathew\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/330"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joshua-mathew\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=120"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joshua-mathew\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joshua-mathew\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=120"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joshua-mathew\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=120"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joshua-mathew\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=120"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThis means that i need to play a new side of the dad game board.<\/p>\n