It was a dream come true being in our home for Christmas. And (as always) we loved the time we got to spend with our family.
Winnie watching the Grover family's Zoom call on Christmas.
It was a dream come true being in our home for Christmas. And (as always) we loved the time we got to spend with our family.
Seth's hands had been giving him fits. They were numb/tingly or unable to hold things well. He suspected (knew) it was carpal tunnel, so he saw a specialist who was able to confirm it. Rather than putting up with the problem, they decided to schedule surgery right away.
December 18 was Seth's Friday off anyway, so he set up the time for that date. The day before, the hospital called and said his surgery would be at 2:30 p.m.; he and I needed to be at the hospital by 1 p.m.
The girls had school that day, so he and I spent our morning checking out D.I. and Goodwill. Seth received a surprise call from the hospital at 11 a.m. The doctor was AHEAD of schedule. Could we come? Like, now?
He quickly took a shower and I packed a lunch. We zipped over to Mountain View and got checked in.
Seth got an I.V. started in his elbow pit. We waited.
He was moved to a different area. The I.V. was in the wrong place for this doctor who prefers to put the tourniquet higher on the arm. A nurse had to undo the I.V. from Seth's arm and put it in his foot. We waited.
And waited some more.
Apparently the surgery right before Seth's had some complications. So instead of the doctor being ahead of schedule, Seth was wheeled off to surgery at 2:47 — 17 minutes later than the originally scheduled time.
Everything went well until Seth woke up. His left hand hurt. A lot. Much more than the right. The nurse in recovery informed him that they had forgotten to put the block in his left hand. Wha?! (We're going to make sure we don't get stuck paying for blocks in both hands since Seth certainly didn't get blocks in both hands.) After getting chummy with the nurses in recovery (Seth's default state when coming out of general anesthesia), we brought him home to recover. That was the last day before we officially moved into our house, but he and I spent the night over here anyway since our bed had been moved in, and we figured it would be easier for him to recover here than in a trailer with no running water.
Seth was back to work (from home) by the next Monday. He got the stitches removed earlier than originally scheduled (2+ weeks is a long time to have those bad boys in) and is waiting for his 6-week post op appointment. He hated watching Bekah and I move in the rest of the furniture (organ, entry table) and the heavy boxes without him, but everyone managed.
What started as a dream finally became a reality.
I'm not exaggerating when I say that we had been hoping and planning our remodel for years. At first it started out as a vague notion. We knew we'd like a master suite. We knew we'd like a kitchen large enough for the dining room table to not be pushed up against a wall in order to walk around it. We knew we'd like an actual pantry instead of using the garage and crawlspace for our extra food. We knew we'd like to move the kitchen so people coming to the house didn't have a sink full of dishes as their first sight when they walked in the door.
Then the ideas and likes started to take shape. What if we made the entire downstairs our master suite? What if we moved the front door over to enlarge the entryway? What if we changed the garage into living space and added on a new one? What if we moved the kitchen farther away from the front door?
We knew we needed plans. But we wanted to flesh out our design ideas first. Seth directed me to a free amateur design program. I spent hours and hours first putting our current house into the program with all the measurements in place, then altering it to fit our dreams. With absolutely no previous design background, it took extra time to shift things around until they worked.
The wall between the laundry room and 3/4 bath in the basement would come out, and the enlarged space would become our master bathroom. The family room would become our master bedroom. Rebekah's bedroom would become our master closet/sewing room.
On the main floor, the front door would be moved farther north. The front part of the house would become the front sitting room/music room. The kitchen would be moved behind the music room. An addition would be added to the west for a great room open to the kitchen. The former garage would become the dining room, pantry, entryway from the garage, a 1/2 bath and a laundry room/mudroom. A new garage would be turned 90 degrees and added on to the north so our drain field would be safe.
The upstairs would remain the same, except everything would get a fresh coat of paint and new carpet.
Almost two years ago (March 2019), we sent the plans to a designer. After nearly four months (end of June 2019) and a few tweaks, we got the engineer-stamped plans. By that point, it was much too late in the construction season to start such a big project, so we bided our time by submitting the plans to general contractors for bids.
We received one bid very quickly. The other two languished. In fact, we never received the third one and finally contacted the contractor and told him not to worry about it.
Before this grand adventure, we had heard of Tobin Restoration, but we had no idea they also had their hands in remodels. In fact, it was Seth's mom who shared that information with us. Because of their speed and communication, we decided to hire them to do our addition/remodel.
They broke ground right after Memorial Day weekend. We were completely moved out of the house by June 23. We had hoped that we would be back in the house by Thanksgiving, but the ever-present-yet-always-unforeseen-snags pushed our return date to December 19.
It's been less than a month since we spent our first night together as a family in our new home, and we have been busy as ever with moving in, settling down and customizing our space. But it's been glorious. I cannot gush enough about our dream home. Because it was such a long and deliberate process, I feel like it was able to be customized as the absolute most perfect space for our family.
And we can't thank enough the people who took us in while we were out of our own home. The situation was never ideal (I once told the older girls that I missed them, and they told me that I shouldn't because I still saw them every day. But not sleeping in the same house and being there when they went to bed at night and woke up in the morning was hard on this mama.), but everyone involved adapted to the situation so that we could do the best we possibly could. Our parents unflinchingly made space for us and shared everything while we were displaced. And we experienced a lot of closeness and life lessons that we wouldn't have had if we hadn't been all up in each other's business.
This house is everything we could have asked for and more. I still wake up every morning and marvel that the thing we hoped for for so long is finally a reality.
Last summer, one of Ana's friends contacted her and asked if she wanted to receive tennis lessons from a high school tennis player. Ana had never played tennis before. Heck, Ana had never SEEN tennis played before. But it sounded like fun and it involved friends, so Ana decided to give it a try.
Semi-weekly summer lessons turned into semi-weekly lessons at the Apple Athletic Club facility. Ana has stuck with it, and she's made great strides in a game she was recently introduced to.
With weeks of lessons behind her, Ana signed up for a tournament and played her first real tennis match on Wednesday, December 3. She and her partner didn't win, but Ana (and her parents) learned a lot about the game.
As we have done every other year, our family trekked to Fall Creek for the purpose of cutting down Christmas trees. Unlike any other year, our family abstained from getting a tree. We weren't sure exactly what day we'd be moving into our house, and we didn't want to keep a tree in a bucket of water in the shop until we had the green light to move in. In fact, we never got a tree at all (unless you count the 12" plastic tree we put in the living room).
Regardless, we had fun going with Grandma and Grandpa Scott and Uncle T and his family to help them get their trees.