Memorial Day Slump

For our first memorial day as a three membered family Jonathan and I had grand plans of cooking out with friends, taking Eliza to the pool, and getting in some much needed family time. Little did we know that our destiny was instead to have a date with the bubonic plague (or to be less melodramatic, a nasty virus). From Thursday to Monday we hunkered down and had family sick camp at out house. This was the first time any of us had been sick since Eliza's arrival and as fate would have it, we were all drastically sick at the same time. I had no clue how to be a mom and be sick at the same time. Were we all allowed to throw up at the same time? Thank the Lord on High my parents are close and came over to help with Eliza. (hence the picture)

This weekend turned out to be a rather scary venture into real faith. Eliza's fever found us in the ER on Friday night. It broke my heart to watch my child scream as her blood was drawn, urine taken, and chest x-rays given (she was having a little trouble breathing). She was hurting, scared, and tired and I couldn't do anything to make her better and as I held my screaming baby I remember marveling at how much peace I had at the moment. Peace because I had a real assurance that it was not me or these doctors that would make my little girl well. I knew that the God who made her could fix her. In a hospital room where she was in pain, tired, unable to breath right, and not sure what in the world was going on she was screaming out, and looking at me with these "help me" eyes. That, Jesus reminded me, is exactly how I am to come to Him. In the bad times (and the good), I am to lock my eyes on Him and scream out for help because he is the only one who is able to answer.

Our fevers broke Sunday night and on Tuesday we attempted to finish our Memorial Day slump on a high note by taking Eliza to the pool for the first time (thank you Julie Forrest for such an adorable bathing suit) She was hilarious. Here are some pictures. In retrospect she kinda looks like a pool cowgirl.

She spent the majority of her "pool time" with eyes closed. I feel like she's saying, "This is to much for me to handle so I will block it out".

Here's to a hopefully less dramatic Memorial Day weekend next year!