I laid in bed two nights ago asking God why I was so sick, again. After three weeks with a vacillating cold (started with the head, made it’s way to chest), I got the stomach flu…
Thanks to God, it was not nearly as bad as Danny had it; poor guy.
But, I laid in bed pondering on what I did to enrage God that He would inflict me so and with a new baby?
The prophet Job came to mind. Job was a good man and he was truly afflicted.
(You have to forgive me for feeling so pathetic, I was having a low).
Then it occurred to me that I needed to have the flu to protect my precious baby!
Before I began having symptoms, my body was already producing antibodies that my baby got through the breastmilk! So, God is pretty much a genius. I’m grateful it was me – it is so tough to watch a baby suffer.
I would take this bitter pill any day to protect my children!
With my new perspective on being ill, I decided to embrace life and watch The Office on Netflix.
By the time I started throwing up, Danny was feeling better and was able to watch the boys. Wiley got an overload of screen time and watched Octonauts all day and Tyler destroyed things…but I didn’t have to stress about the imperfections of the day, because I got to rest.
Another bright spot to the day yesterday was a friend who brought over the best remedy to fight any illness: homemade chicken noodle soup, homemade bread, oranges, Saltines and Perrier.
It was probably no big deal for her, but it meant the world to me.
After a day and a half of rest, I was able to get my camera out for baby girl’s two month photos.
Now that we are all on the road to full health, I have a lot of projects I want to get started…I’ve decided to repaint my dining room chairs, again.
I am so done being pregnant for a while – which means I might get a chance to get my house in order.