Wow wow wow. Remember me? I feel like I’ve been running a marathon. So last time I checked in, I told you that Cullen was sick, I was starting to get sick, and I still had a whole house to pack. Yikes.
Unfortunately, things went pretty far downhill from there. Thursday was one of the worst days I can remember in quite some time. You know sucks worse than feeling like you have the flu? Feeling like you have the flu and nursing/taking care of a baby.
On any other day, Casey would have stayed home to watch Cullen so that I could crawl into bed. But my sickness happened to land on the day he was taking a 9-hour exam (for work) that they only offer twice a year. Double yikes. So as I continued to feel worse and worse, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get ahold of him.
I pretty much spent the day laying on the floor or couch and throwing toys at Cullen while he played.
When he napped, I napped. When he was awake, I counted down to the next nap. I knew it was mastitis again – my whole body ached and it hurt to even carry Cullen against my chest. I fluctuated between being freezing cold and drenching my clothes in sweat. By the time I finally tracked down a thermometer and took my temperature, it was close to 103. A call to my midwives got me immediate antibiotics, and Casey rushed to go get them the minute his exam let out.
When we started planning our move a few months ago, my mom offered to fly out to help with Cullen so that Casey and I could focus on packing and moving. Her flight got in late Thursday night, and I have never been so happy to see her. We needed her help even when I was at 100%, but with me feeling terrible, we needed her more than ever. Cullen was pretty happy to have here here too.
Unfortunately, all week I had procrastinated packing because I found it hard to do while watching Cullen. Instead, I had told myself that I would do it in the last few days once my mom arrived. But me being sick sort of derailed those plans, and we started out Friday morning with all our boxes pretty much empty.
My mom was completely amazing, and somehow managed to watch Cullen while also packing up my entire kitchen. Casey worked at home so that he could help move and pack boxes, and keep an extra eye on Cullen as well.
For some reason, I found packing up Cullen’s room to be much harder than I anticipated. There was so much love in that nursery. I know stuff is just that – stuff – but I spent a lot of my pregnancy working on his room, picking out his things, and rocking in the glider just thinking about his arrival.
I bought my baby home to this house and this nursery, and I found myself very emotional as I took down his pictures and packed up his toys. I know his new nursery will be (very similar) and even better, but this was his first, and that made it tough.
Mom and I spent about 30 minutes trying to figure out how to save the wall decal. We got about halfway through before I gave up and said forget it. I’m going to get another one for his new room, but this one just wasn’t realistically salvageable.
By Friday evening, we still had a lot to do and I could tell I had probably overdone it during the day. Casey and my mom stepped in and let me rest while they packed up our entire master bedroom and closet. Casey drove all the clothes over to the new house in several car loads. I think packing and unpacking closets might be the worst job!
We ended Friday night with the house (mostly) packed, and all of us totally drained and ready to crash.
And we shared one last Friday night takeout order from Revel. I’m sure I’ll still be eating there plenty, but it will be very different from when it was literally around the corner. Probably much better for our bank account.
Saturday morning – moving day! – came early. Cullen hung out in the jumperoo with Grandma, while the movers emptied out the space around him. Casey and I tied up all the loose ends and packed up the last minute boxes.
And before I knew it, it was empty. Sniff.
We moved into our little townhouse in Fremont almost exactly a year ago (next week!). I arrived that day in Seattle by myself. I remember taking a cab to our empty townhouse, and thinking it was so strange to be in such a far away city all alone. Shortly after, Casey and the dogs arrived in the car, and our life in the northwest began.
We celebrated that night, which happened to be our wedding anniversary, with dinner out in our new neighborhood. I was 18 weeks pregnant and still sick as a dog.
And here we are just one year later, but with lives that are so drastically different and full
It was a great starting home for us as we figured out life here in Seattle. Our first home as a family of three. It certainly had both pros (so walkable!) and cons (so loud!), but it was Cullen’s first house, and I know I’ll always have special memories of his first days, weeks, and months here.
Scenes from the other side – the new house – to come!