What a night we had last night. The night started out with our middle son having difficulty breathing again. Once we got that under control he went to sleep in our room as a precaution. He has croup right now which tends to get quite serious for him. We've been to the hospital many a late night as his airways just do not open up without steroids. Thus, he slept in our room.
I got our baby to sleep and just as my husband and I climbed into bed ourselves up popped said baby! I got back up with her and let my husband sleep even though my flesh was yelling out, "I don't wanna get up!!!" Around midnight I started to feel sick from lack of sleep over the last few days. I woke my husband up around 12:30ish and asked if he would rock with her a bit. Bless his heart he said yes and I plopped down into bed.
I was just starting to drift off into blissful sleep when in comes my 8 yr. old daughter whimpering and weeping about her ear that is so painful she is shaking. I try to comfort her by stroking her hair, praying over her and giving her Tylenol. The cries grow louder and the shaking turns to rocking. An hour later my husband says he is going to take her into the ER. Our baby finally falls asleep around 2am. (Poor thing can't breathe with all of that mucous!) My husband gets dressed and heads out the door. I fall into bed. I hear the pitter-patter of feet almost instantaneously. My eldest son comes in and says his chest hurts so bad he can't sleep. His throat is swollen and painful. I try not to begrudge him for making me get out of bed. "Lord give me a servant's heart." I get back up and give him a dose of medicine and send him back off to bed. I come back into our room and my croup-y son is coughing so hard he is throwing up.
"Lord," I pray, "Please give me the strength I need. I have nothing left. My spirit is willing but my flesh is weak. Please, give me a servant's heart."
I get him cleaned up and fall back into bed. I drift off to sleep at 2:30. I hear my husband getting into bed at 3. I see my daughter climb in next to me and want to ask how it went but I'm so tired I can't even muster up the energy to open my mouth and form words! I know some of you know what I'm talking about! I drift off to sleep.
6:00 comes and our little one wakes to nurse. "Lord give me the strength to put my feet on the ground." I feel my way into her room ,as my eyes won't open, pick her up and bring her into bed with me. I nurse her and put her back down at 6:50. I wake at 8am with all of my little ones in bed and my husband smiling down at me. (Did I mention how much I love him?)
My first thought this morning was to ask God to give me energy for today and to give me a servant's heart. I've had to ask Him many times today to help me not be grouchy, to help me serve my children, to show them that no matter our circumstances, we need to show each other courtesy and love.
We're half-way through the day and I can say with conviction that I believe we're going to make it through the day! We're all lying around half-asleep, some whimpering, some fussing...but we're going to make it.
Tomorrow is another day.
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