My Wee Ones are sick

To be honest I thought I would be posting some super cute pictures of my Little's in St. Patrick's day gear but both of them came down with some nasty fevers!

It all started on Friday when Little Man woke up extra early to tell me he had a headache. I told him that if he took a shower and an advil he would probably feel better. So he did and ... he did. He felt better.

At around 11 am I received a phone call from school that Little Man had a temperature and I needed to come pick him up.

As soon as I arrived at school he was nearly in tears. He said he felt awful and just wanted to go to bed. {If you know my Little Man ... he never wants to go to bed.}

He pretty much slept all afternoon until his dad came to pick him up for the weekend. It felt really weird to let my sick little one leave the nest for the weekend but I knew his dad would take good care of him.

The next morning I got a text message from his dad saying that his temperature is 101.5 and that he is now throwing up. {Now I was a little more grateful he was at his dad's because throw up and I don't mix. As in I throw up when others throw up.} He was getting him juniors advil and renting movies for a fun day of lounging on the couch.

I thought all was well at my house until St. Patrick's Day. Little Miss and I went to church and during the service I thought she felt very warm. But I also thought it could be the fleece sling I was carrying her in. So I didn't think much of it until she slept through the whole service ... and service was loud. We had clapping, drums, guitars, singing, and our pastor isn't quiet at all.

 Here is a picture of our blue fleece sling. It is by far my favorite! It is from KangarooKorner.com.

I brought her home and took her temperature. She also had a fever of 101.5. So into bed we headed for the afternoon.

My hubby was wonderful. He ran to the store and grabbed her some infant advil and some pedialite.  {It was really nice to lay in bed because we just bought a brand spankin new mattress. If only I wasn't laying in it because Little Miss was sick.}

So all in all our St. Patrick's Day was quiet. There was a whole lot napping and nursing going on. But that was just fine with me.

So here are the St. Patrick's Day pics of our day.

  
On a side note I made Little Miss's head band. I was thinking about making some and posting them 
on this blog if anyone is interested in purchasing them. Not sure of a price or anything at this point. Just looking to see if there is any interest. Please let me know your thoughts. Here is an up close picture.

3 a.m. Prayers

Last night, Little Miss was sleeping in her crib for the first time.

I barely slept all night because I was terrified that I would not hear her cry when she woke up.

Through the monitor I heard her stir and make all sorts of noises.

I must have fallen asleep at some point but was awoken at 3 am to Little Miss' cries.

I wrap my arms around her tiny body and carry her back into my room.

We both lay down in bed and I start nursing her.

Her eyes are locked on mine! I can tell that she is still sleepy but we both are enjoying this quiet moment together.

As I look into her eyes I silently begin to pray.

Dear Lord,

 

Please be with my wonderful cousin Bre tonight as she feeds her new baby. Give her the ability to relish in these quiet moments with her son.

 

Please Lord be with those who are struggling tonight. Allow them to find comfort in Your love.

 

Lord, teach me how to be an intentional mother. Let Your light shine through me and show them daily how much you love them.

I am truly greatful that you have allowed me to be their mother.

 

Lord, thank you for these quiet peaceful moments.

 

Please give me the peace of mind to know that I am doing the right thing with Little Man by putting him on medication. Doctors say that it will help him in school and his teachers feel that it will allow him the ability to focus.

 

Amen

 

I continued to pray and was really overcome with emotion.

 

Little Miss fell back asleep and I wrapped my arms around her.

 

I breathed in her baby scent and felt peaceful.

 

There is no better place to be than cuddled in my bed with my daughter and husband.

 



Move Me

All day I have been in a mood ... not a good mood or a bad mood but a mood. I hardly got any sleep last night.

Little Man woke up and climbed into bed with me because he had a nightmare. He told me that he dreamt he was in a jail cell and someone let deadly snakes in to kill him.

Little Miss barely slept. She was fussy and tired. She has been fighting a cold that has left her stuffy and congested. I can feel it in her lungs.

Needless to say, all 4 of us in a queen size bed left us with very little room to sleep so none of us really got any.

I got up with Little Miss at 5:45 am and came downstairs. He smiled and cooed as if she was having the best time ever. I made the coffee. I made a lunch for my husband. I packed Little Man's lunch. I picked up the scraps of paper off the coffee table from when Little Man was teaching himself oragami. I grabbed all of the glasses semi filled with liquid and dropped them in the sink.

Little Miss finally fell asleep at 7 am.

I took that opportunity to jump in the shower to try and give myself more energy than I really had.

I woke up Little Man and instructed him to get ready for school.

He drank his morning coffee and so did I.

I put the baby in her carseat and drove Little Man to school. He loves listening to the radio and singing along with every song ... loudly. I dropped him off at school while Gangnam style was playing on the radio. I saw his lips moving as he joined his classes line. I know he was still singing the song.

Little Miss and I came home. I began washing the dishes, doing the laundry, nursing the baby, and drinking more coffee.

My Husband called and told me to take a nap. He told me that nothing really had to be done at home so I should just relax. He also told me that we are going to need a bigger bed. {I agree} We hung up quickly because he was busy at work.

I did nap right before Little Man came home from school.

I decided breakfast for dinner would be good and easy.

I burned the bacon. I took too long making the pancakes so the eggs were cold. The whole house was filled with smoke.

I feel like most days I am just going through the motions and I am not really "good" at any of my duties. The house is not really clean just straightened up. The laundry is folded but it just sits in baskets. I have yelled at Little Man for not writing neatly on his homework assignment and for forgetting his science book. I get frusterated with Little Miss because she is crying but won't nurse. My husband goes to bed early because of his lack of sleep last night.

I am not connecting with my family. I am not being intentional. I am not giving them the attention they deserve.

As I sat down at the computer tonight I was wondering if I was the only Mom/Wife who thought she was doing the right thing. I wondered if what I did today in the mundane touched my family. I wondered if I was good enough.

I just wanted to be moved. I want my world rocked so that I can become more intentional in the things I do.

Then I read this ...

Boy was I rocked. The tears just flowed. I am not the only one who wonders if the decisions they have made are the right ones.

I discovered that right now things may be tough but I was put here to "just love them".

Then I realized that I must be doing something right if my Little Man seeks me out when he is scared because he can feel my love and I keep him safe.

Little Miss smiles and cooes at me because I have shown here love.

My Husband calls me to remind me to relax and to thank me for making his lunch and coffee this morning. He can feel my love too.

I am just here to love them.

Some days are going to be better than others and today may not have been my day but when I get discouraged and feel like I am not doing enough ... I can just love them!

Insomnia

I can’t sleep.

Day after day I cannot wait to lay down but the second I do every possible list or problem is running through my head.

*What are we going to do about moving?

*Will we get this condo?

*Will we be able to come up with the money?

*Grocery shopping list

*How will I pack the moving boxes?

*Will I be able to get a moving truck in time?

*Will I be able to change the gas, electric, and cable companies to come out right when we move?

*Will the district approve our request for transfer of schools?

*How am I going to buy my school books?

*The summer is almost over … did I spend enough quality time with Jacob?

The list just keeps going.

I have tried natural sleep aids and I swear that just increases my anxieties.

I normally don’t worry about things but this whole move needs to take place in a little over 2 weeks.

It is starting to feel like I can’t breathe.

I just need sleep.