A difficult few weeks

I tried to post the events of our life last week, but half way through my thoughts the computer shut down & I lost everything. I didn't have the strength to start all over..
I have to say the last two weeks have been a huge struggle at our house. It all started with a nasty flu/cold that Kailey picked up and gave to Disa, who so lovingly shared it with me, who passed it to Rick, who gave it now to Taylor! The only one healthy is Danny & I am praying he remains that way. It was high fevers, cough, extremely sore throat, fatigue, snotty nose & laryngitis. It was so bad it sent me to the emergency room three times last week unable to breathe. It was the absolute worse feeling in the world.
Then just as the cold was easing up, my uterus decided to get irritable and send me into preterm labor. I then spent 48 hours in the hospital on awful medication to stop the contractions while they gave me steroids to help baby Oliver's lungs to develop. It was an intense couple of days watching & waiting to see what would happen. One minute I thought for sure we were going to progress to full blown labor the next it seemed as it was easing up...
Then to top this all off, Rick had surgery on his leg the day before I got my full blown flu & was on crutches during all of this. As you can imagine, him hobbling around on one leg & me not being able to breathe while contracting every five minutes it made parenting two little boys an almost impossible task.

It has been 15 days since this all began... I am now 34 weeks along & on "light duty" until 36 weeks. My contractions continue in intervals of 5-7-10 minutes apart (depending on the day)...I am still only dilated to a 3 and spend most of my day wondering if today is the day Oliver will make his appearance.
Rick traded in the crutches for a walking boot yesterday & is in much better spirits.
The boys are back into a regular routine of school, play & home time.
Taylor is battling out the cold & Kailey is back to her fathers this week as usual.

Through all of this I have to say two things really struck me.... first I have an amazing support system of family & friends. Everyone really rallied around us & helped out- from taking care of the boys, to running the girls around, making food, giving me massages & pedicures in the hospital to holding my hand & praying when I was at the end of my coping skills. I felt very loved & supported to say the least. Second, I am so not in control of my life. From every breath I take to baby Oliver's delivery this is all in God's hands. My part is to trust & believe it will all work out. Much easier said then done, but it was my only source of peace through it all.

Here's to putting the last couple weeks behind me & looking forward to whatever is to come!