It’s a rare moment when I’m left alone to blog during the day. Just me, coffee…and you (whoever you may be). Not to mention the occasional child who toddles over to ask me random questions about lint, boogers and belly buttons. The kids have been sick and blogging has been put on a back burner for the last week and now that I’m ready to write again, the only thing I can think about is everything we went through last week.
We’ve been cooped up for almost two weeks and I’m beginning to get cabin fever. Two weeks ago, my 5-year-old had a mild fever off and on for a few days. Then my 7-month-old started with a runny nose, which turned into a terrible cough. His poor little throat got so sore from coughing that just one cough would send him into tears. It was enough to break your heart. He’s finally recovering, thank the Lord. Then, mid last week my almost 4-year-old started complaining about not feeling well. It was one right after the other, which I imagine would be better than all of them being sick at once. As it was, Noah and I were pretty worn out and doing our best to stay healthy amidst all the germs.
I was really blessed the bulk of it happened while Noah was off on a 4 day weekend. Great way to spend your vacation, eh?
Last night in particular was pretty scary when Grady got to coughing so much he couldn’t breathe. He came into the kitchen while I was on the phone with my parents, literally in tears and gasping for air. We rushed him into a warm shower where Noah held him for over an hour until his airways cleared. I honestly cannot count how many times I thank God for hot showers. Pretty much every single day and definitely a lot last night.
When your babies are sick, it can be so scary. The devil tries to scare you with all the things that could be horribly wrong. I repeated this verse to myself many times last night and it comforted me.
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.” 2 Timothy 1:7
I am so thankful for the remembrance of certain verses that quiet my mind and bring me peace. My 5-year-old and I prayed together while Grady was in the shower and it did wonders to calm my anxiety. My dad always encouraged us to read the Bible and pray, telling us that when we had need of them, the scriptures would be brought to remembrance. And time and time again, I have seen that to be true. As I prayed, certain scriptures would pop into my head just waiting to be spoken aloud. By the time Grady was out of the shower, his coughing had settled and he fell asleep within minutes on Daddy’s lap.
We watch our kids carefully and take note of their symptoms when they’re sick, always asking God for wisdom and guidance. I checked Grady’s throat and it was indeed swollen, but saw no white bumps that would indicate Strep or bacterial infection. If it was just an upper respiratory infection, I knew there wasn’t anything the doctors could do for him. Waiting in a doctor’s sick room for hours while he coughed, just to be sent home with nothing never appeals to me. So we opted instead to stay home and do what we could with what we know -essential oils, warm showers, cool-mist humidifiers, smoothies, chamomile tea, raw honey, and hugs.
Grady slept between Noah and I last night. Jack is still in the pack and play next to my bed and Liberty just couldn’t bear to sleep alone in the room she and Grady share, so she ended up in our room too. I can’t say I really minded. I feel better when they’re close by, even if it means getting kicked in the spleen a couple times during the night.
Today he seems almost back to his normal rambunctious self, with just a cough or two here and there. He has experienced a complete turnaround in just one night and I am so, SO thankful.