Well, this isn't exactly how I would have liked to spend Good Friday and Easter Weekend, but such is life.
I can almost venture to believe that Our Heavenly Father felt the same as he watched his Son die on a cross for all of mankind. I cannot even fathom the thought of making that choice. But He did. He did it for us. But the part of the story that we enjoy celebrating is Him being raised from the dead, on the 3rd day, this Easter Sunday. What a reason to celebrate and praise His name, despite how crummy the weekend really was.
Friday Easton woke up with a fever of 101.3 and reached 101.7 by days end.
So much for his first Easter Party at school and first Easter Egg Hunt.
We spent our morning doing a lot of this...
Sick days are good for one thing, and one thing only.
LOTS OF SNUGGLES from a once VERY active 13 month old.
We made a trip to see Dr. Shephard and determined that Easton had ANOTHER ear infection.
We just finished a round of amoxicillan last Friday.
1 week ago.
I'm thinking Amoxil isn't the antibiotic of choice for Easton.
{On a side note, Dr. S was VERY pleased with Easton's little noggin.}
Luckily, he did sleep unphased all night Friday night and we had a small reprieve from the fever on Saturday.
Saturday, we took Easton to the Feed Store to see the baby Chicks and Ducks!
Easton liked to look at the ducks but didn't really want any part of petting.
This momma duck was roaming inside.
Easty still didn't care to pet.
I love this little moment of my boys looking at the fish in the pond.
Eastons fever came back Saturday afternoon.
Sunday morning, at 2am the fever woke us all up with a flashing 103 on the thermometer.
A 2am call to the doctor taught me a few things:
a warm bath is a good suggestion to bring down a fever, not a cool bath
it takes 4 doses of antibiotics to begin working on the infection
after 6 doses there should be no fever IF the fever is associated with said infection
a fever of 103 isn't cause to go to the ER, 105 is the magic number for that trip.
After about 2 hours walking, rocking, patting, wiping a hot forehead and praying he finally went to sleep.
in.our.bed.
which means...no.one.slept.all.night.long.
The Easter Bunny did stop even though Easton was sick!
He brought a Hollow Chocolate Easter Bunny (the Easter Bunny knows Momma likes hollow bunnies)
Bubbles, crayons, a squirt gun and a squishy ball.
And eggs...with puffs inside!
Bubbles were the hit of the day.
We did have quite a scare this afternoon. We took a trip to Fazzoli's for some lunch and I was feeding Easton some noodles in the truck. After about 10 or 15 ziti noodles his lip turned down like he was about to cry. I thought maybe the fork had got him or something. I kept trying to say, 'it's ok Easton...' but I wasn't soothing him. He was still looking like he was about to cry. Eyes watering, face scared. Then I realized he wasn't breathing. He had gasped in for air like he was going to cry but the cry wasn't coming out. After what seemed like an eternity and pulling him out of his car seatm screaming paniced to Lance who was driving and patting him firmly on his back, the cry came out. I have never in my life been so scared. I had visions of going to the nearest ER with my non-breathing baby. Worry wart, I know. But seriously, what a terrifying moment. Words can't even explain it. Daddy's already warned Easton if he does that again, he's getting a spankin! I second that! I don't know if he was holding his breath or if when he breathed in to cry, a noodle got crossways, either way, purple lips and a not crying baby is NOT what I wanted to experience.
So, all of this to say, this is not exactly how I had planned to spend Easter weekend.
However, it's not about me. I was looking forward to the Easter Part and Hunt at school, going to get a new Easter outfit, taking Easton to the chuch Egg Hunt, going to the Feed Store to see the chicks and ducks, going together with my family to church, Easter lunch at Nana's and Easter Dinner at Cindys. However only a few of the above things happened. And, you know what? That's ok. I was still with my husband and my son. My baby is sleeping in his bed now quiet and peacefully. It's not about all the hoopla. It's about being together. Of course, I like some hoopla, but that's not what this weekend was about. It was about being simple. Instead of the full choir and orchastra singing, I sat on the deck and had breakfast with Lance and Easton and the birds singing. Instead of listening to Dwight preach his Easter message, I read it first hand from my Bible. Some times simple is good.
I'm trying to learn to live for today. Live for this moment. Try not to worry about all the what if's. Remember who is in control. And really, HIM being in control is far better than ME being in control.
