My last post found me wondering WHAT ON EARTH was happening and why I felt SO incredibly gross, and hoping God would reveal truth.

Weeeeeeeellllll….  He did.  

The VERY NEXT DAY (you know, after my husband left), my children came down with fevers — good ones.  Like 102. In the midst of the fevers, I suddenly felt as though something had rolled over me and then thrown itself in reverse, just to make sure, you know.  We were such a sad mess that weekend, I couldn’t even get us to the Doctors office.  We watched our church service life online (Greater things are still to come for this city!) and I prayed and felt peace to wait until Darren got home before heading to the after hours clinic.

Thanks to random snowstorms on the way home, Darren didn’t get home until nearly 10pm.

We did not make it to the after hours clinic.

But on Monday, we did begin our Pediatric Parade. As it turns out, LittleBit had an ear infection, I had bronchitis, and LittleMan had an ear infection (diagnosed in that order).  Bless them and the LORD, my children have an incredibly high tolerance for pain.  Neither has ever gone to the doctor BECAUSE we thought they had an ear infection, they’ve always been diagnosed as such during visits for other concerns (once, they BOTH had double ear infections that I knew *nothing* about until we went for their regular checkups; NICE). I was very glad to find out why they’d been less themselves and more lethargic than usual and where the fevers came.

And you might have noted in the middle that I had bronchitis.

Well, that explains a lot.

Within 48 hours of beginning antibiotics, I did feel MUCH more like myself.  And thanks to the preggo-friendly cough medicine, I wasn’t coughing, so I wasn’t hitting my gag reflex and reliving the glorious (and not so long ago) days of morning (all day) sickness.  Again, bless my children; before Darren got home, they took turns bringing me washcloths and wastebaskets.

Looking back, I can laugh now — it’s been a L-O-N-G time since I’ve had anything as exciting as ear infections and bronchitis under one roof. I am SO VERY GRATEFUL for God’s provision that weekend; He was so sweet to remind me that “the LORD your Maker is your Husband” in very sweet, tangible ways — each day I felt well enough to make good meals for the kids, no one threw up or lost large amounts of sleep, we didn’t have to cancel any plans or disrupt anyone else’s.

And, Darren came home.  That is ALWAYS a HUGE blessing to us!!!!!!

So, thanks for praying with us and for us; we are all — gratefully! — all very well and happy!

And, in case you were wondering , the boxes DID make it to the attic!  Hahahaaa!!!!!!