First of all, I apologize to all of our blog followers for temporarily abandoning the blog logs. The lack of convenient internet accessibility since the arrival of our bundle of joy tends to handicap me from regular posts. As you'll notice, since the birth of Kyliana in June of 2010, the logs significantly began to drop, but I'd like to restart the regular updates, but this by no means is a promise.
Life here is busy. Kyliana is becoming more and more mobile both on her hands and knees and her attempts to leap from a wooden bench to the rebar rocking chairs we have, which pose a serious threat to her immediate safety. We sent one to the neighbors for safe keeping and always try to keep the other ones turned in such a way that she won't fall onto it and gouge out an eye, or puncture her flesh. Even still, the metal rockers seem to lure her on a regular basis.
She also has proven to be one tough cookie. We only have a concrete floor, and although it hurts my knees me to try to follow her in the crawling fashion she leads me with, she hardly seems to notice and gets around at an increasingly rapid speed. And all those little tumbles, falls, and tips rarely phase her (which may not be a good thing?). Although the sound reaching our ears, of head hitting concrete, rarely is followed by a cry, sometimes the smallest little bumps can cause her world to come crashing down and her emotions to follow. However, that is usually when she is tired, otherwise, the wide wonders of exploring the world around her generally easily distract from whatever momentary pain she experiences in the process.
I am also back to teaching English classes 4-5 days a week. This fills my week up pretty quickly. I have more students, about 12 in all now. Sometimes the 2 hours fly by as they easily grasp the lesson at hand. Other days, it trickles by as we struggle through concepts of English. But overall, I do love teaching.
Berea Church is going really well. I feel like I'm getting to know the members more and more all the time, which is always a blast and blessing. It's becoming more and more like a family to me and Nelton and I feel more at home in this country all the time.
Well, looks like my battery life is low and my computer is currently not taking the electricity it's been plugged into. More soon, hopefully.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Monday, November 15, 2010
Nelton's Post Visa Interview Letter
Nelton just had his second interview for tourist visa today and this is what he had to say:
Dear Family and Friends,
I give sincere thanks for all of your prayers for my visa to go to the United States. Today I had my interview, and I was denied the visa. With great sadness I tell you this, because I really wanted to meet all of you. But I was also thinking that God has His will for my life and He will use me as He pleases. For that reason, I told God if he has a purpose for me to go to the States to use me there, that He will make it possible. That’s why I feel okay, because I left everything in God’s hands. But thanks for remembering me and may God richly bless you, so much more than what you asked on my behalf. I know that God has His way to help me get to the States to meet you all and to work for His purpose, which is the most important. I know that God always moves with purpose, so I know that I will be able to go when it’s His time. Don’t be sad for me, but rejoice, because you know that God has a plan for all of us.
I told Bethany that if she wants to go to the States, she can go. I would be very happy for her to go and see her family and friends. I also want my daughter to meet all of you, because I know that you are all anxious to meet her, and I don’t want to be selfish. I know it will be a great blessing for her to be with you all. So maybe Bethany and Kyliana will go to the States, and I will stay and continue the work here that God has given us to do together. It would be sad to see them be so far from me, but deep down I know that she is going ahead to open the doors. When God put this in my heart, I felt peace and I know that God Himself is doing His plan.
Thank you to each of you, and above all, to my in-laws, Terry and Debby Baxter, for their prayers and belief in us to do God’s work here.
With much Love, Your Brother,
Nelton Noriega Tejada
If anyone has any ideas about how to get to the States without being an immigrant, just for a visit that's more guaranteed then the tourist visa, please let us know. The reason we didn't get it this time is because "we don't make enough money." We think they will always find some reason with the tourist visa. Thanks for any pointers! They can be sent to shark_sister1@hotmail.com
Dear Family and Friends,
I give sincere thanks for all of your prayers for my visa to go to the United States. Today I had my interview, and I was denied the visa. With great sadness I tell you this, because I really wanted to meet all of you. But I was also thinking that God has His will for my life and He will use me as He pleases. For that reason, I told God if he has a purpose for me to go to the States to use me there, that He will make it possible. That’s why I feel okay, because I left everything in God’s hands. But thanks for remembering me and may God richly bless you, so much more than what you asked on my behalf. I know that God has His way to help me get to the States to meet you all and to work for His purpose, which is the most important. I know that God always moves with purpose, so I know that I will be able to go when it’s His time. Don’t be sad for me, but rejoice, because you know that God has a plan for all of us.
I told Bethany that if she wants to go to the States, she can go. I would be very happy for her to go and see her family and friends. I also want my daughter to meet all of you, because I know that you are all anxious to meet her, and I don’t want to be selfish. I know it will be a great blessing for her to be with you all. So maybe Bethany and Kyliana will go to the States, and I will stay and continue the work here that God has given us to do together. It would be sad to see them be so far from me, but deep down I know that she is going ahead to open the doors. When God put this in my heart, I felt peace and I know that God Himself is doing His plan.
Thank you to each of you, and above all, to my in-laws, Terry and Debby Baxter, for their prayers and belief in us to do God’s work here.
With much Love, Your Brother,
Nelton Noriega Tejada
If anyone has any ideas about how to get to the States without being an immigrant, just for a visit that's more guaranteed then the tourist visa, please let us know. The reason we didn't get it this time is because "we don't make enough money." We think they will always find some reason with the tourist visa. Thanks for any pointers! They can be sent to shark_sister1@hotmail.com
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Family Restoration
At the end of August, God lead us to work with a church on the outskirts of Iquitos as we continue waiting for the funding for our boat project. We have gotten very involved as a ministering couple on the pastoral staff. We have seen a lot of changes in the church as we seek to restructure the programs of the church so that everything we do has purpose and a goal in mind. So many times churches get into programs and soon they just work on maintaining the ministry they are doing, forgetting the objectives and purpose for the particular program they have established.
With our experience in ministry and training at Moody, we have been able to provide a fresh pair of eyes to prayerfully accompany the church in the process of assessing both the programs and effectiveness of such ministries. It has been exciting to see changes in individuals, couples, and families as we restructure to build a stronger body.
One of the major targets of the enemy in any culture is marriage and family. Where there are weak marriages, there will be weak families. Where there are weak families, there will be weak churches. Where there are weak churches, there will be weak nations. But where there are strong marriages, there will be strong families. Strong families bring strong churches, and strong churches, strong nations. This has been the theme of the Sunday Night Series on Family Restoration that I have had the privilege of putting together and delivering.
I have seen the struggling family unit before, but never as blatantly as in this culture. Most marriages here, Christian or not, bear the scars of unfaithfulness by one or both partners. The physical closeness in the “infatuated” dating stage quickly dissolves until close physical proximity between married couples is rare. Those who dare to share public hugs and kisses do not do so without strange looks and even laughs from an ever watching culture. But walk to any plaza and a Friday night and you’ll see benches filled with young unmarried lovers “necking” late into the night. The four letter word, “Love,” has not been protectedly taught in the church, but is learned from the world, it is rarely expressed in a pure wholesome way within the Holy confounds of matrimony. It has become morphed into an ugly knockoff, which never results in security and protection. This four letter word also starts with “L,” but ends in destruction, lust. Lust is the best way to describe most relationships in this culture, two people together until it is discovered that what they are truly looking for is not to be found there. Then it’s on to another destructive relationship to try and fill the void they couldn’t in the last relationship.
So there I am, with my series on Family Restoration and it’s been incredibly encouraging to see the difference it’s been making in our church. Last week when we talked about Matthew 12, “A House Divided,” the topic of forgiveness was elaborated on. At the end of the message, we had communion. Before communion, the pastor initiated a time of forgiveness, when he called his wife forward and publicly asked forgiveness for anything he’s done to offend her. I watched with joy as several people throughout the church began turning to one another and asking forgiveness. I must say that Family Restoration has been a wonderful topic and to God’s glory, we are seeing change.
Tomorrow, Friday the 22nd of October, we are going to have another night of prayer, with the theme being “Forgiveness and Holiness.” I am very excited to see what God is going to do in our time together. Thanks for continually being in prayer for the ministry God has called us to!
(I am sorry to say I was interuppted a number of times during the writing of this blog post from home. I was just starting to edit, when Kyliana started crying, waking up from her nap. I apologize, I have not been able to edit.)
With our experience in ministry and training at Moody, we have been able to provide a fresh pair of eyes to prayerfully accompany the church in the process of assessing both the programs and effectiveness of such ministries. It has been exciting to see changes in individuals, couples, and families as we restructure to build a stronger body.
One of the major targets of the enemy in any culture is marriage and family. Where there are weak marriages, there will be weak families. Where there are weak families, there will be weak churches. Where there are weak churches, there will be weak nations. But where there are strong marriages, there will be strong families. Strong families bring strong churches, and strong churches, strong nations. This has been the theme of the Sunday Night Series on Family Restoration that I have had the privilege of putting together and delivering.
I have seen the struggling family unit before, but never as blatantly as in this culture. Most marriages here, Christian or not, bear the scars of unfaithfulness by one or both partners. The physical closeness in the “infatuated” dating stage quickly dissolves until close physical proximity between married couples is rare. Those who dare to share public hugs and kisses do not do so without strange looks and even laughs from an ever watching culture. But walk to any plaza and a Friday night and you’ll see benches filled with young unmarried lovers “necking” late into the night. The four letter word, “Love,” has not been protectedly taught in the church, but is learned from the world, it is rarely expressed in a pure wholesome way within the Holy confounds of matrimony. It has become morphed into an ugly knockoff, which never results in security and protection. This four letter word also starts with “L,” but ends in destruction, lust. Lust is the best way to describe most relationships in this culture, two people together until it is discovered that what they are truly looking for is not to be found there. Then it’s on to another destructive relationship to try and fill the void they couldn’t in the last relationship.
So there I am, with my series on Family Restoration and it’s been incredibly encouraging to see the difference it’s been making in our church. Last week when we talked about Matthew 12, “A House Divided,” the topic of forgiveness was elaborated on. At the end of the message, we had communion. Before communion, the pastor initiated a time of forgiveness, when he called his wife forward and publicly asked forgiveness for anything he’s done to offend her. I watched with joy as several people throughout the church began turning to one another and asking forgiveness. I must say that Family Restoration has been a wonderful topic and to God’s glory, we are seeing change.
Tomorrow, Friday the 22nd of October, we are going to have another night of prayer, with the theme being “Forgiveness and Holiness.” I am very excited to see what God is going to do in our time together. Thanks for continually being in prayer for the ministry God has called us to!
(I am sorry to say I was interuppted a number of times during the writing of this blog post from home. I was just starting to edit, when Kyliana started crying, waking up from her nap. I apologize, I have not been able to edit.)
Friday, August 27, 2010
Learning to be a mom in Peru
Kyliana always draws attention, including the regular unsolicited advice that I am learning to handle with patience and grace, which isn’t always easy. Nelton figures the rate at which it comes my way is directly related to the fact that because I (a “gringa”) don’t have a nanny, I must not know what I’m doing. In their minds, “all white people have nannies.” My differences in methodology translate to ignorance on my part.
The trip to the jungle includes about 4 nights and 5 days of travel roundtrip on the public launcha. Because hammocks are crammed side-by-side as tight as hay bales in a barn at harvest time, there is no such thing as personal space or privacy.
On the trip into the jungle, one woman must have adopted me as her personal project. She came by several times a day to tell me what I was doing wrong with my baby. Generally is was not wrapping Ky warmly enough, so she would grab whatever blankets were in my hammock and start bundling her up. On one occasion I tried to protest, telling her that my child sweats profusely in the heat because she has “Northern blood.” I really thought that would throw her off, but no, she quickly informed me that that’s what I want, it’s good for newborns to sweat because they were always warm in the womb and they need to be as warm as possible on the outside.
On the trip home, when I saw my new “mentor in motherhood” approaching my hammock, I grabbed a receiving blanket and stuck it over her to avoid that conversation, it didn’t work. Her reprimand was that my baby was too hot and I shouldn’t have any blankets on her, which I would much rather hear.
I’m sure Kyliana’s arm is evidence that gringas don’t know what they doing, which demands much more patience in dealing with comments. Conversations generally go like this, “Her arm is squished!”
“No, it’s broken, that’s how it needs to be.”
Assuming I broke her arm, the next comment is, “You can’t yank on baby’s arms or lift them up by their arms, they are too fragile.”
The most insulting one was when one lady shock back at me in a tone iced with judgement, “How could you permit that to happen!?” As if I handed my baby over to someone and stood-by in silence as I watched them bust her arm in two.
Patience wasn’t so easy to encounter at that time, but I calmly and almost flippantly replied that I didn’t permit it to happen, there are things that happen in life that happen that we have no control over. I explained that it happened while she was being born and being in the position I was, I couldn’t exactly sit up and say “STOP!” More than that, we didn’t even know it until later.
When I tell them that it happened when she was born, it usually silences the comments. However, one girl, around the age of seventeen, quickly replied, “that’s impossible.”
I was shocked, and continued her that that’s what the doctor’s said (the “doctor” word is usually effective).
“No, that’s impossible,” she stated again. Annoyed, I continued, “So you’re telling me you know more than 3 doctors?”
“No. But I just know that’s not possible.” Finally, deciding to give up the battle, I asked her why. She explained that the nurses check all babies over when they are born, and if they didn’t find it there, then it couldn’t have happened at birth."
A lot of advice rolls our way and I have no frame of reference on how to even reply, so I just humor them and use it as a way to learn more about the culture. Two ladies told Nelton that we can’t comb Ky’s hair. When he asked why, they both said because she won’t learn how to talk quickly, it will slow her speech development down.
Another one was that we can’t give her a pacifier because it will give her gas, or another reason is because it will hurt her throat.
One question we get almost every time someone new encounters her is, “is it a boy or a girl?” Even though she’s decked out in pink and has bows in her hair. “It’s a girl.” OH!, “why doesn’t she have her ears pierced?” Or “When are you going to pierce her ears?”
Parenthood is a learning experience for everyone, but doing it for the first time in a new culture... well, lets just say I’m learning more than I ever imagined I would. Patience with the public being at the forefront. After two months I’ve relaxed so much and have learn to not let the opinions of everyone effect how we raise our daughter. It’s been great though, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Hope you get a kick out of those brief stories.
The trip to the jungle includes about 4 nights and 5 days of travel roundtrip on the public launcha. Because hammocks are crammed side-by-side as tight as hay bales in a barn at harvest time, there is no such thing as personal space or privacy.
On the trip into the jungle, one woman must have adopted me as her personal project. She came by several times a day to tell me what I was doing wrong with my baby. Generally is was not wrapping Ky warmly enough, so she would grab whatever blankets were in my hammock and start bundling her up. On one occasion I tried to protest, telling her that my child sweats profusely in the heat because she has “Northern blood.” I really thought that would throw her off, but no, she quickly informed me that that’s what I want, it’s good for newborns to sweat because they were always warm in the womb and they need to be as warm as possible on the outside.
On the trip home, when I saw my new “mentor in motherhood” approaching my hammock, I grabbed a receiving blanket and stuck it over her to avoid that conversation, it didn’t work. Her reprimand was that my baby was too hot and I shouldn’t have any blankets on her, which I would much rather hear.
I’m sure Kyliana’s arm is evidence that gringas don’t know what they doing, which demands much more patience in dealing with comments. Conversations generally go like this, “Her arm is squished!”
“No, it’s broken, that’s how it needs to be.”
Assuming I broke her arm, the next comment is, “You can’t yank on baby’s arms or lift them up by their arms, they are too fragile.”
The most insulting one was when one lady shock back at me in a tone iced with judgement, “How could you permit that to happen!?” As if I handed my baby over to someone and stood-by in silence as I watched them bust her arm in two.
Patience wasn’t so easy to encounter at that time, but I calmly and almost flippantly replied that I didn’t permit it to happen, there are things that happen in life that happen that we have no control over. I explained that it happened while she was being born and being in the position I was, I couldn’t exactly sit up and say “STOP!” More than that, we didn’t even know it until later.
When I tell them that it happened when she was born, it usually silences the comments. However, one girl, around the age of seventeen, quickly replied, “that’s impossible.”
I was shocked, and continued her that that’s what the doctor’s said (the “doctor” word is usually effective).
“No, that’s impossible,” she stated again. Annoyed, I continued, “So you’re telling me you know more than 3 doctors?”
“No. But I just know that’s not possible.” Finally, deciding to give up the battle, I asked her why. She explained that the nurses check all babies over when they are born, and if they didn’t find it there, then it couldn’t have happened at birth."
A lot of advice rolls our way and I have no frame of reference on how to even reply, so I just humor them and use it as a way to learn more about the culture. Two ladies told Nelton that we can’t comb Ky’s hair. When he asked why, they both said because she won’t learn how to talk quickly, it will slow her speech development down.
Another one was that we can’t give her a pacifier because it will give her gas, or another reason is because it will hurt her throat.
One question we get almost every time someone new encounters her is, “is it a boy or a girl?” Even though she’s decked out in pink and has bows in her hair. “It’s a girl.” OH!, “why doesn’t she have her ears pierced?” Or “When are you going to pierce her ears?”
Parenthood is a learning experience for everyone, but doing it for the first time in a new culture... well, lets just say I’m learning more than I ever imagined I would. Patience with the public being at the forefront. After two months I’ve relaxed so much and have learn to not let the opinions of everyone effect how we raise our daughter. It’s been great though, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Hope you get a kick out of those brief stories.
Friday, July 9, 2010
OLD POST
This is the post I meant to put up when I got home from the States. I still haven't had time to write about the birth, but plan on doing it. Hopefully it will be coming at you all soon.
So this is from April 29th, 2010.
Back to Peru
The trip home to Peru went well. My only downfall was that I was allowed one carry-on and one personal item, which I loaded down, as I could purchase most things in the USA for much less than here in Peru. So my baggage became cumbersome after about the first 3 minutes of my trip. I had a small rolling suitcase and a small duffel bag packed to the limit and I felt every pound.
Not because of the baggage, but simply due to my pregnancy, it’s the first time in my life that I have really dreaded an international trip on my own. Every stretch of the way went smoothly, but felt so long, uncomfortable, and drug out.
It did make me laugh arriving in Iquitos though, as my husband looked right past me, not recognizing me. The truth is, he knows me well. See, when I travel, I generally do so in sweats, comfy clothes, and hair up, which I did until I arrived in Lima. In Lima, I changed into a cute maternity dress, put my hair down, and freshened up a bit. So when his brother saw me getting off the plane, he asked if it was me. Nelton glanced and said, “no, she never travels like that.” So he continued to watch everyone deplane and when no sight of his traveling beauty appeared, he began to wonder if I even made my flight.
His brother again insisted that I was the women in the dress, so he looked again, shocked that it was indeed his wife. It was a sweet reunion. :)
The weather absolutely knocked me out, however. My ankles quickly swelled up, along with my hands and fingers. It was uncomfortable to even stand. Energy? Gone, no sight of it. I am still wondering if that is due to running myself out in the States or really just the weather, it’s probably a combination of both.
Thanks to personal gifts received in the States, Nelton made an executive decision that we would get an air conditioning. He promptly purchased and installed it in the following day and a half. What a guy! And yes, I am continually thankful. It allows for much needed rest as I am cooler and can sleep, and for a change the doors and windows are closed.
Although, that doesn’t stop the neighbor kids, just reduces the frequency of their unannounced visits. Now it’s little hands under the door calling for us. We still have regular game night once a week. Tuesday night really was comical. We had all the kids come in and closed the door, the ones that knew we had air came decked out in sweatshirts and jackets, the ones that didn’t know were cold.
At the end I presented them with a surprise of stickers from the US, given to me for them by my sister Rebekah. Nelton wasn’t sure that the boys would really like them, as they were hearts and cartoons, and kinda girly, but it was the older boys (12-14) that were begging me for more. I insisted that everyone only got 2 sheets and if they wanted some for friends, they could tell their friends to come get them. Probably a mistake, because word spread in no time. Soon, not children, not women, but men were gathering at the door! I thought they were just bringing the toddlers to get stickers, but as I turned to close the door they just said, “and mine?” Nelton had stepped out to run some errands and I was really not comfortable with the gathering crowd of men, so I quickly gave them stickers and closed the door before the other ones could reach the door. As the door latched safely shut, I could only burst into laugher. Never had I expected that!
I’ve been resting a lot, which has been really good for me. In addition, I’ve been getting the paperwork and information together to present our boat proposal to out board. I hope to have that either posted or sent out somehow for all to know what our future plans are. Time is going by, and really, though I work on those things, my mind is constantly focused with anticipation at the arrival of our daughter. We really are only six weeks away! I can hardly believe it.
So this is from April 29th, 2010.
Back to Peru
The trip home to Peru went well. My only downfall was that I was allowed one carry-on and one personal item, which I loaded down, as I could purchase most things in the USA for much less than here in Peru. So my baggage became cumbersome after about the first 3 minutes of my trip. I had a small rolling suitcase and a small duffel bag packed to the limit and I felt every pound.
Not because of the baggage, but simply due to my pregnancy, it’s the first time in my life that I have really dreaded an international trip on my own. Every stretch of the way went smoothly, but felt so long, uncomfortable, and drug out.
It did make me laugh arriving in Iquitos though, as my husband looked right past me, not recognizing me. The truth is, he knows me well. See, when I travel, I generally do so in sweats, comfy clothes, and hair up, which I did until I arrived in Lima. In Lima, I changed into a cute maternity dress, put my hair down, and freshened up a bit. So when his brother saw me getting off the plane, he asked if it was me. Nelton glanced and said, “no, she never travels like that.” So he continued to watch everyone deplane and when no sight of his traveling beauty appeared, he began to wonder if I even made my flight.
His brother again insisted that I was the women in the dress, so he looked again, shocked that it was indeed his wife. It was a sweet reunion. :)
The weather absolutely knocked me out, however. My ankles quickly swelled up, along with my hands and fingers. It was uncomfortable to even stand. Energy? Gone, no sight of it. I am still wondering if that is due to running myself out in the States or really just the weather, it’s probably a combination of both.
Thanks to personal gifts received in the States, Nelton made an executive decision that we would get an air conditioning. He promptly purchased and installed it in the following day and a half. What a guy! And yes, I am continually thankful. It allows for much needed rest as I am cooler and can sleep, and for a change the doors and windows are closed.
Although, that doesn’t stop the neighbor kids, just reduces the frequency of their unannounced visits. Now it’s little hands under the door calling for us. We still have regular game night once a week. Tuesday night really was comical. We had all the kids come in and closed the door, the ones that knew we had air came decked out in sweatshirts and jackets, the ones that didn’t know were cold.
At the end I presented them with a surprise of stickers from the US, given to me for them by my sister Rebekah. Nelton wasn’t sure that the boys would really like them, as they were hearts and cartoons, and kinda girly, but it was the older boys (12-14) that were begging me for more. I insisted that everyone only got 2 sheets and if they wanted some for friends, they could tell their friends to come get them. Probably a mistake, because word spread in no time. Soon, not children, not women, but men were gathering at the door! I thought they were just bringing the toddlers to get stickers, but as I turned to close the door they just said, “and mine?” Nelton had stepped out to run some errands and I was really not comfortable with the gathering crowd of men, so I quickly gave them stickers and closed the door before the other ones could reach the door. As the door latched safely shut, I could only burst into laugher. Never had I expected that!
I’ve been resting a lot, which has been really good for me. In addition, I’ve been getting the paperwork and information together to present our boat proposal to out board. I hope to have that either posted or sent out somehow for all to know what our future plans are. Time is going by, and really, though I work on those things, my mind is constantly focused with anticipation at the arrival of our daughter. We really are only six weeks away! I can hardly believe it.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
A Baby Soon
So, we had a doctors appointment Monday (this is my first time to the net in over a week I think), and she said that she would be surprised if the baby takes two more weeks to be born! Her head is good and in position and ready to be born! She thought this week even would be possible. Well, here we are on Thursday and still nothing, but I know it will be soon.
After that visit I was sooo nervous as I am going natural, the other options that include drugs aren´t very common here, and I don´t really want to be a tester on advancing such progress in this country.
Mom and Hannah are here, along with Sarah Hoobyar, they have been a HUGE help! We have gotten things in the house all set up and organized for the baby, and they pretty much take care of all of the meals and dishes, which is totally great! I really hadn´t been able to rest until yesterday though, because after Dr. appointments, I had different testing and things I had to get up for. Today I was able to sleep in and totally loved it. However, it isn´t paying now, because I´m drousy. Oh well.
Naomi sent us a card and money for a date for Nelton and I before the baby is born, which is scheduled for tonight. I´m looking forward to it. It was very sweet of her!
So that´s a quick update, sorry these are so not as constant as I´d like them to be. But thus is life right now.
After that visit I was sooo nervous as I am going natural, the other options that include drugs aren´t very common here, and I don´t really want to be a tester on advancing such progress in this country.
Mom and Hannah are here, along with Sarah Hoobyar, they have been a HUGE help! We have gotten things in the house all set up and organized for the baby, and they pretty much take care of all of the meals and dishes, which is totally great! I really hadn´t been able to rest until yesterday though, because after Dr. appointments, I had different testing and things I had to get up for. Today I was able to sleep in and totally loved it. However, it isn´t paying now, because I´m drousy. Oh well.
Naomi sent us a card and money for a date for Nelton and I before the baby is born, which is scheduled for tonight. I´m looking forward to it. It was very sweet of her!
So that´s a quick update, sorry these are so not as constant as I´d like them to be. But thus is life right now.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Waiting...
I posted something last week, or so I thought, as I don´t see it now.
I´m back in Peru and have been for over a month. It´s been wonderful to be with my husband. However, the heat was so bad and aweful! We finally broke down and got an AC, thanks to a gift from a friend in the States. It´s been much better to live with this pregnancy.
It is funny though as everyone that comes over seems to freeze a bit. My sister-in-law asked if we´d be shutting it off when the baby comes so she doesn´t get sick. I explained that she´ll get used to it and that I was born into much colder climate. It´s funny to hear some of their concerns and comments.
I am currently counting down the days for the arrival of my mom and sister. I would be counting down the days ´til the birth, but it really is not too set in stone, especially because every doctor we have visited has given us a different due date.
I´ll try to repost that last post, as i have it on my laptop at home.
I´m back in Peru and have been for over a month. It´s been wonderful to be with my husband. However, the heat was so bad and aweful! We finally broke down and got an AC, thanks to a gift from a friend in the States. It´s been much better to live with this pregnancy.
It is funny though as everyone that comes over seems to freeze a bit. My sister-in-law asked if we´d be shutting it off when the baby comes so she doesn´t get sick. I explained that she´ll get used to it and that I was born into much colder climate. It´s funny to hear some of their concerns and comments.
I am currently counting down the days for the arrival of my mom and sister. I would be counting down the days ´til the birth, but it really is not too set in stone, especially because every doctor we have visited has given us a different due date.
I´ll try to repost that last post, as i have it on my laptop at home.
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