Bed Rest

I wrote the following down just three days after being put on bed rest.  I thought it was worth sharing.  I'm not sure I've been very good at focusing on the positives.  I've had some really hard days.  But I'm still trying!

Bed rest

I can't be in the sounds of the seasons choir.

I can't go to church.

I can't witness the Ogden temple dedication with my 8 year old son.

I can't go to San Francisco on a get-a-way with my husband.

I can't take Cooper to the farm for his second birthday.

I can't watch my children in their swimming lessons.

But

I can witness them serving.  Doing jobs they've never tried before because they thought they couldn't do them.

I can watch my husband take on everything with no complaints and so full of love.

I can feel the power of the prayers that surround me from the countless people that love me.

I have time to think of my Savior, of motherhood, of what is important.

It isn't easy and it will be long

But,

I want to focus on what I have and what I can and what I feel that is good.

And someday

I'll hold a little precious boy with a strong spirit and a brave heart.  He'll have to be a fighter and I'll feel his bravery and absorb some for myself.

...

Pictures from the first week of bed rest: compression pumps at the hospital, paper jewelry from my kids, and stacks of toys on me from Cooper:

Bed rest selfie, taken day 13 of bed rest

Day 22

I stare at my feet, the tv, board games, and crochet.  (Not pictured: my book, my scriptures, and my journal).