Right now, as the title of this blog implies, I am sitting in the kids bathroom watching my son sleep. he is curled up, head on a folded towel, cool wet washcloth draped over his eyes and another large towel wrapped around him to keep him warm. He just opened his eyes, looked me, pointed at me, then said "that one was really good.." In all honesty, I have no idea what he is talking about. He, like his daddy, is a sleep talker.
A little over half an hour ago, he came clammering into our room, bent over with stomach pains. Having had a stomach virus a week and a half ago, I sympathize. Off to the bathroom we go to. My poor, sweet little boy is in so much pain, but aside from the little sips of water or Gatorade, I have nothing to offer him. I cannot make his pain go away. Now, having been a recent sufferrer, I know that the tummy cramps will at sometime pass and those kinds of pains are only relieved my the passing of the virus. So I just pray for Gods healing for him and wisdom for me, because as the worrying mother I tend to have all sorts of horrible things run through my head...will he suddenly stop breathing, does he have a parasite, is he going to throwup every hour for the next six hours like I did, will he suddenly spike a fever like those little girls did and will I have to say good bye to my son forever...STOP! Stop the worrying!
He made several passes at the toilet, I will spare you the details, and after several more lifetimes, uh, I mean minutes, he has settled down, on the bathroom floor, peacefully sleeping.
I remember being sick as a child. My Mother is a nurse and I have never had anything but utmost confidence in her when it comes to anything sick or hurting. It was always better to have mom around. I remember once feeling the sick churn in my stomach and instead of racing to the bathroom, into my parents room, to Mom's side of the bed I raced. That is where I wanted most to be when it all came out. Next to Mom.
Now I am Mom.
My own Mother is halfway across Texas, hopefully sleeping soundly. I decided not to call her at 2 in the morning to seek aid...
I get to do now what she did. She had medical training, but she also relied on prayer. She would rub my back, or wipe my face, hold my hair back, sweep it behind my ear, and when things calmed down, she would pray. I ALWAYS feel better when she prays for me. Even if I did throw up again, Mom had prayed, so everything was going to be ok.
So now I pray for my son, and for me. It helps.
He has been sleeping soundly now for a while, so I'm gonna try to move him to his bed. What seems to have been the problem has now passed, I do not believe it is a virus...just a product of the fibrous dinner we ate several hours ago.
Thank you Lord for a Mother who passed down a nurturing spirit. For her example to pray, for the comfort that prayer brings. Sitting up at night with my child, in some strange way is so fulfilling. Thank you Lord for motherhood, for sickness that draws us nearer to you. I ask you, PLEASE, Lord, let this little boy sleep well for the rest of the night. He wants so much to go to church in the morning. Also, while I am asking, Please let me sleep. This blog opportunity has been great, but I am pretty tired now.~
