Sunday, May 11, 2008
The Super Bug and Mother's Day...
This is what happens when the super bug hits..siblings get along :)
The sweet card my babies got me :)
The heart shaped necklace my little man picked out all by himself...the best!
The sweet tile charm from my friend Jamie...incredible!
It has been a messy week (literally) at the Crow House. We have been hit by the "super bug." It all started Tuesday when Miss Madeline got round 2 of the stomach virus. Then Wednesday Jackson started with his second round! Luckily Jackson's only lasted 24 hours. Unfortunately Madeline's did not. After 3 full days of not keeping anything down I took her to the doctor at which time the doctor admitted her to the hospital. Bless her heart she was so dehydrated that when she cried she did not even have tears. :( After SEVERAL unsuccessful sticks in the hand the nurse finally was able to get an IV in Madeline's foot. (poor baby) After 24 hours of continuous fluids Madeline finally started acting like my Madzilla :) She went from laying on me barely able to hold her head up to jumping in the steal monkey cage (aka hospital crib) The fluids helped her tremendously! I am so thankful that they worked. Being in the hospital all alone with a sick child was so hard! I missed having my supportive husband! I never realized what a strength he is for me until I am forced to do things without him. I know that it was so hard for him to be so far away and not able to be there. I am so grateful for my ever faithful Lord and Saviour who is giving me strength during this super bug, but also sustained me while we were in the hospital alone. Madeline was released (and not a moment too soon, I had about all I could take) So we are home now and Madeline is doing so much better. She is still having diarrhea so please pray with me for that to subside and my little girl to get her appetite back. (and pray that the super bug does not attack me...goodness knows I can not get sick)
Mother's Day has been so sweet. Jason was able to call several times so I really cherished that! My Jackson went shopping (courtesy of his Granna) and got me a sweet heart shaped necklace (that he picked out all by himself) He said "this make you happy mommy" (if that don't melt your heart I don't know what will) Since we are still in "quarantine mode" we missed church which was a bummer, but we had lunch brought to us (always nice when I don't have to think about my meals) ;) My sweet friend Jami brought me a beautiful tile charm with a picture of my family on it. I am so thankful for the wonderful friends and family God has placed in my life.
We are suppose to be heading to the beach to vacation with my mom and brother, but I am waiting to see how Madeline is doing before I go to far from home.
In closing I am going to leave you with this poem on Mother's. Enjoy!
This is for the mothers who have sat up
all night with sick toddlers in their arms,
wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer
wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying,
'It's okay honey, Mommy's here.'
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end
soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at
work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains
on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and
make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to
babies they'll never see. And the mothers
who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art
collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns
on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead
of watching from the warmth of their cars.
And that when their kids asked, 'Did you see me, Mom?'
they could say, 'Of course, I wouldn't
have missed it for the world,' and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids
in the grocery store and swat them in despair when
they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner.
And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with
their children and explained all about making
babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go
hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read 'Goodnight,
Moon' twice a night for a year. And then
read it again, 'Just one more time.'
This is for all the mothers who taught
their children to tie their shoelaces before
they started school. And for all the mothers
who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons
to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns
automatically when a little voice calls 'Mom?'
in a crowd, even though they know their
own offspring are at home -- or even away
at college -- or have their own families.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids
to school with stomach aches, assuring them
they'd be just FINE once they got there, only
to get calls from the school nurse an hour later
asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone
astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they
bleed when their 14 year old dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of
recent school shootings, and the mothers
of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors,
and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs
in horror, hugging their child
who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their
children to be peaceful, and now pray
they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and
sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache she feels when she
watches her son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone
for the very first time?
The jolt that takes her from sleep to
dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put
her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again
at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear
their key in the door and know they
are safe again in her home?
Or the need to flee from wherever she is
and hug her child when she hears news
of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are
universal and so our thoughts are for
young mothers stumbling through diaper
changes and sleep deprivation....
And for mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us...
Hang in there. In the end we can
only do the best we can. Tell them
every day that we love them. And pray
and never stop being a mother....