the hardest thing to remember

Today, I was 'supposed' to have my OB appointment. At 15 weeks I was super excited to finally being able to get in and hear the baby's heart beat especially after waiting about 5 weeks for my caseworker to process the paperwork for insurance. So, I was very disappointed when I showed up for the appointment to be told that the new receptionist had told me the wrong day, understandable, but still very disappointing. I about cried right there at the front desk.


Going to the doctor when your husband is working two jobs, you have an 8 month old baby and only one vehicle is no simple task. First we have to line up a babysitter, since an 8 month old isn't going to sit sweetly in a chair for 30mins while the OB is giving you pap smear and checking out other things. 2ndly you have to make sure all preparations for your husband getting to work on time have been completed. And since these things can take up an entire afternoon depending on whether or not the doctor's office is running on time one gets the necessary cleaning done for the day as well as fitting in a thorough shower so that all has been properly been trimmed and tidy.


So...I was extremely disappointed when the receptionist said that I could not be fit in that day since my doc was in surgery, the other delivering 6 babies, and the last with an already overbooked schedule. I called the sitter who drove 30min to meet me at the doctor's just to pick up Ellie (so sweet) and told her the news. I am so blessed with such great friends because she wasn't the least bit upset and instead invited me to come and hangout with her and her kids for the afternoon. When I got there we all took a walk on a beautiful afternoon and she quickly helped cheer me up after a disappointing outcome. Without that mix up I wouldn't have gotten to spend such a beautiful day with such a beautiful family. Sometimes I think that the hardest thing to remember is that God really is in control.