Infected

It was 7:30pm when we finally were seen by a doctor.

Van was sleeping against my chest and protruding pregnant middle. I had hummed him to sleep by humming Mary Poppins "Stay Awake" about 2o times in a row. Van's left hand was cupping his left ear, his nose was running and wet and he occasionally coughed. I had to selectively and quietly sniff my own sick nose so I wouldn't wake him up. His forehead was dripping fevered sweat and it dripped down my shirt. But I wasn't about to move him. He was finally relaxed. Finally tearless and calm.

Once the doctor came in, an ear infection was quickly identified and miracle medicine was prescribed. I explained to the doctor that my little family were all sick with colds and Ethan with strep throat. And he said, "Well, you haven't been having any fun at all, have you?" "No doctor, not a bit."

But now, we are all well. We have put away the tissues and Van and Ethan are both finishing their antibiotics. And my evening prayers have changed from asking for healing to gratitude for our amazing bodies and their ability to recover. One would think I would make a batch of comforting chicken noodle soup or warm bread to carry is through our turmoil. But no. We all ate nothing but Totino's pizzas and Robin Egg Whoppers for days. So I am especially grateful that we were able to get better whilst fueling our ailing bodies with crappy food.

I am telling you, our bodies are amazing.