Growing up on a farm, I learned that you had better be doing something during the day, or you'd have a job found for you. I'm glad I was raised that way because it taught me hard work. And there are days when I sit down on my couch, all ready to hang out on the computer and I get that nagging feeling that my house should probably get cleaned, my kids should probably get dressed, and maybe I should brush my hair... Most of the time I'll get up and get things done so I can feel like I have accomplished something and earned a chance to rest.
However, one day in June, I made a huge mistake. I was laying on my couch, knowing I had a lot of stuff I needed to do but I didn't want to do any of it. I popped onto Facebook and posted "I'm bored". Immediately my sister commented that she had plenty of weeds that needed pulled and trees that needed trimmed. My other sister warned me that I should never say something like that because it could come back and bite me. I knew I was tempting fate - I just didn't know how much.
That night as we were headed to writing group, we got a phone call to meet with the Bishop. Now, rewind a week here for a second. My stake was given the opportunity to have a plot of land that they split up into ward plots so that we could have a garden to use for the ward. Our ward chose to give people chance to have a small plot of their own, and then we had a larger one for the ward. I was excited for it - but then I got called to be the ward garden specialist with Steve. I was ECSTATIC. Here was my chance to prove to myself and my parents that I had learned a little about gardening from them. I looked up the correct distance between vegetables rows, etc and we were all ready to go.
Ok, so fast forward back to where we were, the day I said the "b" word. I figured that the Bishop just wanted to talk to me about the ward garden. I had a few things I wanted to talk about for the garden as well, so after we enjoyed our writing group, we headed off to the church.
All was going well with the interview - and then the Bishop turned to me. Uh oh. I knew this was serious. What I didn't expect - and wouldn't have expected in a million years - was that he called me to be RELIEF SOCIETY PRESIDENT. I felt like I'd taken a baseball to the face. I felt it was right but it was not what I expected. I wanted to drop to the floor and laugh - and cry. The only thing that kept coming to mind was what my sister had warned me about this morning. Be careful with that word. It will come back to you. I accepted the calling knowing I would never be bored and hoped that would make up for what I'd said. But no, life wasn't done with me quite yet.
That week was spent in a daze. I had to come up with counselors and come to terms that life was about to change. A lot. Later in the week I was starting to have health issues. Hot flashes like you wouldn't believe and I just felt miserable. Saturday night I realized that something hadn't come yet (won't get into more than that) and asked Steve to get me two pregnancy tests - just to make sure.
The next morning I woke and used a test - it was positive. I stared in shock. I wasn't ready. I was DONE. Heidi was supposed to be my last. I decided to brush it off and go to church. I was sustained to my calling- while in a daze - and later set apart.
My family left shortly after that and headed off to St George. We'd been planning to leave Friday but my new calling threw that off. We had a wonderful time in St. George. Steve's brother was in town and we enjoyed visiting with everyone. The pregnancy and my calling were on my mind constantly. Tuesday morning, I started having problems. I called and made an appointment with a doctor to check and make sure everything was okay. We enjoyed the last day with Steve's family and then it was time to get home.
I went to my appointment, expecting to find out I'd had a miscarriage. The ultrasound technician informed me that things actually looked great and that my due date would be Valentine's Day. I stared in shock. I still wasn't ready. I wanted to keep my Pilot. I wanted to move onto the next phase of being a mom. But I was willing to be a mom again. I love children and everything would work great.
I went home and showed pictures to the kids. They were thrilled. So thrilled that the excitement spread to me. We started looking at bigger cars and ways to make baby #7 fit into our house. Names flew for what we would call baby and the excitement was infectious.
That week I got to learn how to use the calling tree for our ward. A sewer pipe broke and I had to call and let everyone in the ward know that they couldn't use any water in their house for up to 4 hours. By the time I hit send for the last text, I got another text informing me that everything was fine. I laughed and went back through letting everyone know they were okay. I figured that at least I knew how to use it - not that I would need it for a long time. Wrong.
The next week Steve headed off to Florida. I was okay with that. We'd done it a few times before. However, while he was gone, a fire started on the mountain next to us, thanks to people who had gone shooting and weren't careful. 200 fires had started in Utah through the summer - most human caused. Nice. Can you see the smoke? We watched it closely.
This was the view as I driving home from dropping Jakob off at a friend's house. I was getting a little more nervous as the day wore on.
This was taken up behind our house.
Thursday night I heard the wind blowing hard. I walked outside and felt the wind coming straight for us. Great. The flames were huge but since it was dark, I couldn't see how close they actually were to my house. I went back in the house and mentioned to friends of mine on a writer's chat site that I should probably start packing. They began telling me things I should grab. I wish I'd listened. I did grab our important papers but nothing else.
I went out a few minutes later and the air was suddenly calm. It was crazy. The flames had died down. I still felt I should pack but again I didn't listen. The flame is tiny in this photo.
The next morning, Jakob called from his friend's house, asking if we were being evacuated. I ran to the window and saw smoke. And lots of it. It was heading east so I wasn't sure if we were okay. I got off the phone and ran to my computer to see if anyone had anything posted. The internet was down. Great! I ran outside to see if I could find anyone that might know. Steve called from Florida telling me that it had been announced on Facebook that there were evacuations. He wasn't sure if it was us yet but I let my neighbors know so they'd start getting ready. Steve called back shortly afterwards to confirm that it was for sure us. For the second time in a week, I pulled out my list to start the calling tree.
The kids quickly started packing and I made phone call after phone call letting everyone know to get out asap. The kids loaded up the Pilot with dolls, stuffed animals, random clothes, and random foods from the kitchen. I pulled my stuff together and waited for friend to get there to help get us out. We shoved all the guinea pigs into boxes and put them in my car. The kids with my friend in her car and we were off. My sister had come up to help out and she left at the same time. I had to turn back around just before leaving the neighborhood to grab my radio so we could keep in contact with the stake and then we were off - only to find out that I had an empty gas tank. Way to be prepared. After filling up, we headed across the valley (picking Jakob up on the way) and stayed with our friends. Steve was picked up from the airport and I was happy to have him home so I could let myself cry for just a few minutes.
Staying in Pleasant Grove had it's advantages and disadvantages. We were able to spend time with friend so it mostly kept the kids preoccupied. I say 'mostly' because we had views like this from their yard:
See those darks spots on the mountains in the picture below? They were hot spots and they were coming ever closer to my house. I didn't sleep much that night. Partly because of worry, partly because I was pregnant and mostly because of the mattress. Blow up mattresses and pregnant bellies don't work. I finally went to sleep on the couch and was able to get rest.
Morning came and everything looked great. The mountain was black but our valley was still okay! I was thrilled. We hoped we'd be able to get home soon.
Later that afternoon we were worried. The smoked picked back up again and I stared as the smoke got closer to our valley again.
That night around 6 PM we were given the ok to go home. Steve had wanted to go fishing with our friends but I just wanted my home. I wanted to see what damage there had been and I was worried about our yard. We packed everything up and headed home.
I wanted to cry as we pulled into our valley. There were blackened mountains around us but our valley was still green. There was no smoke smell in the air. We would have ash fall down here and there but everything was great. We pulled weeds, watered flowers and just relished the fact that we had that chance. I joked that this had been my "trial by fire" as Relief Society President. It was only partly funny.
Was that "b" word done with me? Nope, in July I started having problems with my pregnancy again. I was sick and things didn't look good. I went into the doctor and found out that I'd miscarried. I didn't know how to feel but I knew I just wanted out of that office NOW. I allowed myself to break down once I got to the car. My first thought was "well, I guess I get to keep my Pilot" And immediately felt guilty and worried about my kids.
When I came home and let them know we wouldn't have another baby, Ashley cheered and yelled "WE GET TO KEEP THE PILOT!" Ok, so I guess they'd be fine. I had surgery later that week and while I had a hard time staying down and resting, I was able to recover and move on.
So the moral of this story? NEVER EVER under any circumstances say you're bored. EVER.