When Mom is Sick

My little ones are sick. Wednesday Daniel had a moderate fever, and was quite himself. But Thursday he woke up with a fever of 103, we gave him Panadol to lower the fever several times that day. But later in the afternoon it didn't seem to help at all. At one point his fever was over 104. I was worried, yet had informed many and new they were praying.

Each time I entered Daniel's room and knelt beside his bed I felt peace. As if God has come and made himself at home there, and I knew all would be well. I bathed Daniel's forehead and face with cool towels. And wrapped cool compresses around his ankles. He didn't protest to staying in bed, though he kept saying he wanted to get up.

It is Saturday now, and the fever still rages, though not as high. Now it is a steady 102 and we are letting his body fight for itself. Our doctor is out of the country, and I could see another. But they would just pump him full of medicine. He is having more active moments and doing a bit of playing. But he still wants to be held alot and be with Mom.

This is hard with two kids, I sometimes think I need more arms. Now Amelija has a fever. Thankfully it isn't as high today as it was yesterday, but she has had a nasty cough for a week. Poor baby. Today she is 10 months old.  There was one moment today where I had to get Amelija up from her nap, and Daniel wanted to be held. He was clinging to my legs and crying the whole time. Finally I sat down on the nearest thing possible -the stairs- and tried to maneuver them both into my lap while nursing Amelija. What a day! To make things worse Janis had to work late this week and even today. . .

While I am whining I will also ask you to say a prayer for me, as I am now sick too. I have a head stuffed full of cotton, and a painful cough. I wish I could just go to bed and sleep.But who takes care of Moms when they are sick? I think one of the hardest things about being a Mom is when I am sick and feel awful and can't let my body rest.

Yet in all of this God has reminded me time and again he is with me. Numerous people have sent me messages and made phone calls to check on us. I have felt hemmed in, covered and warmed by the blanket of prayer. A new understanding was made clear to me when I realized how fruitless telling a person who doesn't know Jesus about Daniel would be. That sort of a person could do absolutely nothing to help me, they have no power, no connection with God. BUT a person who knows God has a link, a tie, a strength and power so alive and available to them. That power is prayer, in the Name of Jesus the Healer.  How thankful I am for those who have joined together in praying for my kids.

I hope this post makes sense. My head is feeling as they would say in Latvian, "Like a bucket."