Two Fridays ago I woke up in the middle of the night to a noise. "OH NO! PETER IS PEEING ON THE CARPET!" I thought to myself as I groggily woke up. Then I realized...it wasn't pee. "Peter? Are you OK?" I called out. "It's me mom! Not Peter!" Rebekah replied.
Once I cleared the blurry out of my eyes I realized Rebekah was puking. In the hallway. I cleaned her up, woke William up to make sure her bed was OK and got the mess in the hall cleaned up. Clearly - she was sick.
The icky sickies made their rounds.Ruth got it Saturday (again - started in the middle of the night), but seemed to pass over Peter. I thought we were past it when on Tuesday I started feeling a little funny. I ate some lunch and felt a little better - but then William told me he went home sick. Poor fella.
By the time I made it home he was horizontal in bed and unmoving. He was most definitely sick. I worked to cook dinner, and began to feel worse and worse.
After I got it started I left to pick up the kids while it cooked.
Sometimes you just do. I was definitely in do mode. As the kid ate dinner I felt the illness creeping up on me. Before I knew I just felt awful if I was standing upright. I curled up in the floor of the dining room as they ate and I wondered how I was going to get them into bed.
Then a little thought entered my ears...it was the Lord whispering to me I'm sure. "Have the kids pray for you!" He said. So I called them over and asked them to pray for me.
I was not immediately healed - but I was so much better that I could sit up. I got the kids to bed without issue. Ruth went sleep and I immediately followed to bed.
I never threw up. I didn't have any of the other symptoms (fever for example) that the others had. I just felt yucky. But I felt blessed that I just felt yucky. I don't particularly enjoy throwing up.
I slept until noon (something I can't remember the last time I did...) and then moved the couch where I remained horizontal for the rest of the day. William took the day off but was better. Much better.
It really is crappy when BOTH parents in a household and get sick. And I'll admit it - I was a little jealous that the one time I was sick, William was also sick. (I actually can't remember the last time just *I* was sick.) And that he got to lay down. But I know I also didn't want to be as sick as he was. So I did the best I could to take care of everyone.
I found the whole situation encouraging. Why you ask? Because the Lord took the time to give me what I needed when I needed it - even though small. I received the energy to take care of the kids. I got to sleep in and rest the next day. And the following day - a day I had set aside to get ALL of my Christmas shopping DONE...I was better enough to get it all done.
To me? A miracle.