The Day Everything Died And The Next Day When It All Came Back

Sunday was a hard day here at the Heasley Household.

It all began with little sleep for Karen, Rich, and Tyler. (But mainly Karen and Rich. Also, the trouble sleeping was Karen's fault. Never wake a sleeping baby. Lesson learned.)

Church with a baby (while still pumping) is hard. There's some running back and forth from church to home, and re-scheduling of naps and eating times to accommodate the three-hour block of church. (Sundays are just hard days. Especially for Rich.)

But things calmed down for a while Sunday evening. I should have known it was the calm before the storm...

Because Sunday night, my pump broke.

And then everything just seemed to hit me all at once.

Our milk supply was dwindling. McKay and McKenna and Grant were moving. I became afraid of getting mastitis again. My pump was broken. Tyler was laid off.

And THEN

our washing machine broke. In the middle of washing Richie's things. At 11:30 at night.

So we wrung everything out, and set it all on the table to air dry. I may have shed a few frustrated tears. I know I cried as I manually pumped, trying so hard to get the much needed milk into the bottles for Richie.

I went to bed feeling crummy, but hopeful that after a good night's sleep, I'd feel better.

(Sidenote: I think the Lord knew I needed some cheering up, because I had the most awesome dream ever. In my dream, Tyler and I went paragliding over the ocean to watch/interact with dolphins and killer whales. It was probably one of the best dreams I've ever had.)

I woke up feeling better, but still not great.

But slowly, things turned around.

Richie had a really really good nap, enabling me to have the time I needed to manually pump.

I got a voicemail from my sister-in-law, Amy, about things I might try to check on my pump to see if it would work again.

Richie possibly had an allergic reaction to squash, but nothing major. The rash(?) (excema?) that broke out on his forehead and eye went away, and he stayed his normal, happy self.

Someone from our ward came by and fixed our washer. For free. (And I was able to finish the load of Richie's things.)

And the best part of my day came when I found out that Amy's advice about my pump worked! I exchanged a couple small parts and Voila! All better.

The lesson learned here: The Lord absolutely sends people into our lives when we need them in order to bless our lives/make our lives easier and better.

If you would have asked me yesterday if everything was going to be okay, I'd have said yes, but I'd have been hesitant.

Today I say, Absolutely. Yes. Everything will be better than okay. It's all gonna work out just fine.