I haven’t got any pinnable images or words of wit and wisdom for you. Just a story about a day that went from crazy to crazier and back again…
I knew it would be a full day when I woke up. We got an offer on our house last night (yay, God!!!) and I knew there would be negotiating and house shopping and interest rates to discuss.
On top of our normal level of chaos.
I dropped the four big kids off at co-op and then ran some errands with the three youngers. Tuesday mornings, by the way, are now my time to reminisce about the “days of yore” when I had four kids three and under. Three kids three and under feels pretty much the same.
I had just wrangled all three kids and a stroller into a bathroom stall at the doctor’s office when my phone rang. Ian had a seizure in his classroom. I called Andrew and yelled into the phone something about “Go get Ian!” because I knew he could get there faster.
Then I wrestled my little crew into the doctor’s lobby and cried all over the receptionist while I tried to explain why I had to miss the appointment I’d been waiting months for. I dragged my little caravan to the elevator and through the lobby and corralled them into the van before speeding off to check on my boy. This felt like a twenty minute process but I’m pretty sure I did it faster than that.
Ian hit his head when he seized and fell out of his chair and bumped his noggin pretty hard. He was a bit woozy, but he was talking and walking. He’s done this once before a few years ago, so it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar.
Ian wanted to go to sleep and asked for me to cuddle with him in the car. I hated to have to leave him but we knew it was better for Andrew to do hospital duty and for me to stick with the nursing baby. So I sent Sam to keep Ian company and keep him awake.
*insert dagger into my mama heart over my inability to be in two places at one time*
*reassure myself I will pay for his therapy when he’s older*
A few hours later, Andrew returned home with the twins. The doctors assume it was another fluke episode. We will follow up with a neurologist and keep an eye on him.
And so the day raced on… We packed everybody up with snacks, water, and ipads and went house shopping. A few hours later, we agreed to make an offer on a house and now we sit back and wait for more negotiations.
Ian ended his day with a nice hot bath. (He got to play with the jets in my tub, a big treat!) Other than a headache, he seems none the worse for wear. Praise God!
I also ended my day with a hot bath. I wanted chocolate but that’s verboten right now while I try to lose this baby weight. A Cheeky Maiden bath bomb was a calorie-free substitute.
I sat and let the water relax me and held my hands open… in relief and gratefulness. Thank you, Jesus, for dealing gently with us over the last 24 hours!
Glory to the One who sees the day ahead and doesn’t tremble in fear or bite His nails over his chocolate stash. Glory to Him who answers prayers! And glory to Him who holds my children in His hands when I cannot.
He is faithful.
So. Tell me about your day?
*I’m totally embarrassed by my punny title but I’m half delirious at this point and it’s all that comes to mind. Apologies.