Sick Days

This has been an interesting month for us. Ted got the flu and spent two days and nights in the bathroom. Finney got a cold...sore throat and fever. She slept with us (on my chest) in the master bed for two nights. She was so congested that she snored like a chain saw, and woke up every 30 minutes crying. I was tempted to feel sorry for myself with such little sleep, then I remembered that I was feeling perfectly healthy...which is a real gift considering the germs that have haunted my loved ones. Thanks to the orange juice and God's great mercy, I survived the month with a few sleepless nights. I wish I could say the same for my daughter and husband.

Ted and I decided that we have been officially initiated into parenthood. I think we both felt nervous about being a parent, because when you are a parent, you do what is best for your child, no matter what it costs you. That can be a scary thing. After missing several nights of sleep and social events to nurse our little one back to health, we both feel surprised that we survived without any complaints...maybe God gave us that extra strength that every parent needs...or maybe He burned our hearts with a love that is stronger than what we have experienced before...whatever He did, I'm actually thankful for the sick days...for what it produced in us. But, hopefully they are done for awhile!