On this cold, cold January morning the sun pours across the varnished plank floor boards of our dining room, landing on a tousled head of wispy blond hair. She's got a pink popsicle in her mouth, her third Sabbath popsicle of its kind and it's only nine o'clock.
In the past thirty six hours we've done frozen grapes, evening trips trailing orangey-red tail lights down the highway to Target for a re-stock of fever reducers, cool Eucerin baths in the kitchen sink, sippy cups of grape juice and late night trips out into the freezing cold with Papa, sans coat or hat or mittens in seemingly feeble attempts to reduce the furnace blazing away in Ella Catherine's watery eyes. So sad. Very sad.
I miss sleeping, by the way. I fondly remember it and hope to see it again soon. If you look at me cross eyed, I just might burst into tears. Or if I tub my toe. Small things are traumatic minus sleep. Ugh...
We've had consults with medical call-services and on-call doctors and are rotating tylenol and motrin round the clock. I miss our level headed pediatrician. He lives up the road but I can't bring myself to call him as the on-call docs ramble off a list of viruses going around and ask me if my kids are daycare kids. Nope, they aren't. Thanks, anyway.
This too shall pass.
"Isn't it so sad to see Ella sick, Mama?" asked Annaliese Kaelin as we talked about things we can do to bring down a fever. "She's like the sweetheart of the family," Annaliese said with a sad sigh.
"More like the monkey of the family," was my thought, "but sweetheart will do in a pinch."
As I sit here sipping my made-by-Sean iced latte in the room where Ella Catherine slept on one couch, I on another, and Chase on a makeshift bed on the floor (Chase is teething too, by the way), I am strangely overwhelmed with thankfulness. Maybe its the high emotional, lack of sleep thing. I am so thankful that our children are normally healthy, thankful for tylenol and motrin, for the caffeine in my latte, for tv shows to watch online at ungodly hours with a fussing teether, thankful for the wonderful, organized, soon-to-be revealed project developing upstairs, thankful for doting, loving siblings hovering over Ella and the one stray moment when one of them thought some whacks on her back would help her feel better. :) I'm thankful for sleep, even though it is far from me and thankful that Sean will be home in a few hours. I'm thankful for warm, soft wool socks and blazing woodstoves and now I'm beginning to sound like Fraulein Maria, so I'll stop....
Have a beautiful, sunny Sabbath!