I made it to Cedar in a timely manner and then not too long after I got there my mom was finished with stake baptisms. We had planned it out that we would go up the mountain for the weekend to do our sewing and such. So we packed up and up the mountain we went.
Right after we got the truck all unloaded my mom suggested we should start on the quilt since we weren't sure how long it was going to take us to make the pieced quilt that we were making our own measurements up for. So she set me up with all the material and a rotary cutter and had me start cutting out all of the things that we needed. As I finished I would hand them to her and she would start laying stuff out and figuring so she could do the sewing. After the cutting was all done I got set up with the iron so that after each piece was sewn I could iron it flat to make the next sewing part easier. It went pretty quick and we got it figured out. We had planned for two and a half days to make this little beauty, so when it was completely finished in four hours we weren't sure what else we were going to do with our time. While my mom had been sewing some of the final things on I went up the mountain a little ways to call Rian to make sure everything was ok. He said things were great, but that there was a leak at our house with the main water line so we wouldn't have water until Monday.
The next day was Sunday so we just lied around and ate treats, watched movies, oh yeah and I broke the four wheeler. (So that part wasn't actually my fault. My dad drove me up the mountain a little ways so I could call my hubby and he told me when I was done to just drive back because he was going to go hiking around. So when I got done and tried to turn on the dumb thing it wouldn't do anything! I sat there forever trying to figure out what I could do and then finally just decided to walk back to camp. When I showed up on foot my dad came running out asking what had happened. So we rode back up on the other four wheeler to find the problem. We still aren't sure what happened, but after we found the pull start and it did nothing and we played around with some switches it fired right up!) We ate lunch, took a nap, and then packed up for home since my dad had to work early the next morning.
We got back to Cedar and I had this great idea that we should go visit my grandma and take her our cute quilt since she was the one who would be quilting it. We got up to her house and she was making banana bread and so she knew she had some time. She thought it was a novel idea to teach my mother and I how to quilt on this crazy machine that she has. But she wanted us to learn on my babies little bedding quilt. I passed. That machine was a little too intense for me. I can barely sew a straight line on a pillow case! My mom was brave though and she ended up quilting the whole thing! She did such a great job even though she was really scared. It was really fun to see and get in perspective the quilting that my grandma does for people everyday. We always have fun at our grandma's house.
Monday morning I got up early and started getting ready since I knew that my mom had some errands and things that she needed to do. As I had been up and moving around I felt like I was starting to get a little bit of a cough, but didn't think much of it. When I went upstairs to see what she was doing, she was working on the quilt. She decided to hurry and bind it so that it was all finished. So we sat down and she bound the quilt. It only took her a few hours and it turned out so great! I am so proud and so grateful for all the work that she did. She made that whole quilt and she even quilted it. Thanks so much mom! It is truly a treasure! We ran our errands and went to lunch. Then, of course, if you know my mother and I we had to take a nap and then it was time for me to head back to Springville.
Since I was already aware of the water situation I was expecting our yard to be all torn up with pipes laying all around. But when I got home everything still looked exactly the same. A little worry in my mind. Rian got home from work not too long after I had gotten back and he said they hadn't done a single thing with the water situation yet! We had a hose hooked up to an apartment building next door so that we could flush our toilet and that was it! All the water that we had. That night we went over to Rian's sister's house so that we could shower so we wouldn't stink for work the next day. As the day had gone on my cough was getting worse and my chest was hurting really bad.
Tuesday morning I woke up and had no voice. GREAT! This is the one week in how many months that I have to work four days in a row, and we have a girl at work that just got married so we are already short staffed anyway! So I got up, got ready, and went to work. As the day went on my voice started to come back a little, but where I was having such a deep cough I decided to go to the Dr. I went in there and this lady was super nice. But really the only thing she had to tell me was that I had a "pregnancy cold". Whoever knows what that means please tell me! She gave me a z pack and an inhaler and told me to use it when I felt short of breath. BUT I couldn't use it more than four times a day and not more than every four hours. A little bit restrictive. I went back to work and closed out my drawer and said I was going home for the duration of the day.
Again when I was arriving at home I was expecting the yard to be torn up with pipes all over. Still nothing! Awesome. We still don't have water. But as I got home the guy that my landlord had asked to come fix the problem pulled up at my house. I thought this was a good sign.
He walked around the two houses. Poked at some pipes. Pulled tiles up out of crawl spaces and looked around the yard. Rian got home from work not too much later and we decided that we should go back to his sister's house to do a batch of laundry and shower so that we could get out of her way. As we were walking out the guy told us that we had water at our house! He had come in and cut the pipe that feeds the water from the main line into the house and put a hose on it so we would have water pumping directly into our house! What a novel idea. We ran back in the house and did our laundry, our dishes that had been sitting in the sink for a week, and showered. We knew some of the neighbors wanted to come over and shower since they had been out of water too and still were.
As it came time to go to bed that night we started looking at how this man had jimmy rigged up our water and I got a little nervous. I seriously don't think the man thought about what he was doing. He strung the hose through the back door into my house. Making it impossible for us to shut our door. Fabulous. Now I get to go to bed with my back door what might as well be wide open for bugs and whoever else that feels like it to come in. And my sickness was getting worse. Settling in making itself right at home. It is one thing to have a cough, but to have a cough with a little baby sitting right under your ribs is not cool! I was developing some serious pain.
Wednesday morning I woke up and got ready for work. Rian was already gone. I got ready to leave and started to panic. I had to leave my house and go to work with my door open. No one here to sit and watch my house just in case some looney decided he wanted to come in. Oh and I had no voice whatsoever! I got to work and told my lead teller about my week that I had been having and asked if I could go home around two since we had another girl coming in at that time. She agreed and said that would be fine since it is a little hard to help people all day when you have no voice. And where about 40% of the people I help are above the age of 60 they definitely can't hear me! Well it is a dang good thing that I decided to come home early and take a nap to see if I could regain some energy from this sickness and not being able to sleep because of the night before with all of my horror dreams of people freely wandering into my house. I walked in and had seen that they had re-rigged up the hose so it was coming through the window (whew) so that my door could be shut. However, my dad has cursed me with this ability to hear things that are going wrong. I could hear water running in my house. Not only running, but puddling and dripping. Like it had been going on for some time. I went over to the hose they had hooked up and felt it and it was dry. I couldn't see water anywhere so I figured maybe the water was just running louder today than it was yesterday. I used the bathroom and sat around for a minute but I could still hear the water running and I knew it wasn't right. So I went back over to the pipe they had cut and sure enough. The part that brings the water into the house hadn't been capped and there was water, under pressure, coming up in my house. Not very quickly, but still there was water. I went over and got the neighbor and so he called the landlord. I think the neighbor downplayed it a little because four hours later, when they had said that they guy was coming back to fix it and he hadn't, I made Rian call the landlord and ask when he was coming. He said TOMORROW! This is where in my head (since I have no voice) I said, "Umm, sir? Do you realize that our house has water running freely into it? Yes, it is draining into a hole that has gravel in the bottom that is allowing it to seep under the foundation of the house. However, that hole is slowly filing up! And if you let it go for too long this house is going to settle and then you will no longer have a house that you can rent out!!!" Ya apparently no one cares but me! But the guy came over and fixed it a few hours later. This entire time I have been thinking, how does a plumber not know where the leak is and how to fix it? Well come to find out.... Our "handy man" is a landscaper! Which he does have to have knowledge of plumbing, BUT NOT LIKE A PLUMBER DOES!
Wednesday night. Rian and I are getting ready for bed and every time I cough I am almost in tears. My ribs feel like I have had the crap beaten out of me, my chest is still hurting, my lungs feel like they weigh 50 lbs each, and my throat is on fire! After trying to sleep for three hours I finally woke up Rian and I made him call the emergency room to see if it may be worth it to go in since I didn't really want to have to pay a $75 co-pay. After making five phone calls a nurse told him that there is a chance that I could have pneumonia and that it wouldn't hurt to get it checked out. We sat on the floor for a half hour trying to decide if we should go in. I called my mom and she said the same thing, it wouldn't hurt to go in and get check in case it is something serious. So, 3:30am we are on our way to the ER. We got there and thankfully no pneumonia, but I do have bronchitis and since I am pregnant there is nothing they can do. "Sorry for the pain and discomfort, but you are S. O. L." Awesome! So I got a Dr.'s note saying that I am written off for work for today so that I can hopefully get some rest to get rid of this sickness. I just pray the pain will go away! My poor little babe hates it so bad when I cough. She kicks me back after I cough because she hates that I am squishing her more than she already is, which I can't blame her, but it causes me double bruising on my ribs. Oh, and for the water situation.... Now us and the neighbors are hooked up to a hose sharing water pressure. So if I am in the shower and they flush the toilet, I get to stand under a sprinkle of water. I sure hope this gets fixed soon!
Didn't my mom do such an amazing job??
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Sissy! Mama told me about your illness and the water situation when we Skyped the other day. I've meant to email you a dozen times. I sure hope you get feeling better soon, too! And you and Mama did *such* a great job on the quilt--I love it! I've been thinking of you lots lately and you are constantly in our prayers. I love you!
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