I’m not going to lie. November has been a very sort of off month for us. Nothing really went according to plan the whole month long. Plans for celebrating and observing the month of gratefulness fell by the wayside quite quickly. We usually make some version of a gratefulness tree in which our gratitudes makes up leaves which we attach to branches. It just didn’t happen. Even our schooling suffered a bit this month, which was frustrating. Mostly, it was due to another round of constant appointments. It seems our family has about three to four weeks of normalcy, if one can call it that, and then the next week or two are literally full of doctor’s appointments. Often those appointments require labs and testing, which, depending on the results, means we have head back in an even more unplanned way- appointments being made on the fly, out of our control, and we just have to roll with the punches. It just makes for weirdness. If I had a general idea of when these rounds of appointments would fall, I could probably adjust our term planning even better, but we rarely have fair warning. Appointments with specialists are weird like that. You get the referral and then you wait and wait, and then all of the sudden, everything happens at once.
In classic fashion, the Nativity season is upon us.
After having a fairly good Thanksgiving break complete with an adventure to a nearby revolutionary war museum, my husband suffered a debilitating back injury on Friday. Our plans for pulling out our Christmas boxes on Saturday were completely out of the question, and will probably remain so for a least a few more days. No advent wreath, no Jesse Tree readings, no tree. At yet, the season is here all the same.
I have a feeling this whole holiday season is just going to be weird for us this year. We have multiple appointments in the next two weeks that have the potential to send us spinning off again- we will get the results of multiple tests performed recently, and Ellianna’s diagnosis is probably going to be added to. They are contemplating another round of transfusions for her. Josiah may have to have his tube replaced sooner over later (typically they are replaced every six months to a year). Both would mean we’d be spending a lot of time at the hospital again. My prayer is that we would not have to deal with the hospital rounds until after the holidays. I will know soon.
For all the crazy, we still lit the candles and entered into the season of anticipation. With grateful hearts, we await the coming of a King, Emmanuel, Who is always with us…even when it’s nutty and weird and off.