At home I was feeling the effects of fighting three infections. But God carried me through, in more than just a physical sense. Every time we had a really strong, deep need, a solution was found.
In this case, a year ago today, the solution came in the form of a backyard swimming pool.
I wrote about it on our care page:
Yesterday I felt the weight of two weeks of battling two to three infections. I had just gotten done telling Steve that it felt like the sort of exhaustion I get when I've had two months straight of strep (something I've experienced more than once) when my phone rang. It was my girlfriend, C.H. "I want to give you two options," she said, "Either I will come over with my kids tomorrow afternoon to play with your kids in the back yard so you can sleep, or I can take your girls to my house to go swimming in our back yard pool." And with that, this Minnesotan was cornered. If she had asked, "can I take your girls off your hands tomorrow afternoon?" my response would have been, "oh, no, I'm sure I can manage. I wouldn't want to bother, your kids just got home from camp and all..." BUT -- she circumnavigated all that and cornered me with her either-or strategy (which also works great on toddlers, by the way).
One of the girls most beloved teachers from church took them to help her with church Sunday school stuff this morning, they then came home for a nap, and now they are off swimming with their friends. This means I SLEPT this morning. And I will sleep this afternoon. And I might just get better, finally.
I am so grateful for friends who know what I need even before I'm willing to admit it publicly. Thank you!!!
My parents will return tonight or tomorrow with news of my dad's doctors appointments.
The lesson from all of this, of course, is how to really help. Don't ask for us to tell you what to do to help. We're probably either too tired or too stubborn to tell you. Just help.
Thank you, CH, for your lesson in true friendship.
And, since a year ago while the girls were with SV or CH, Steve went to the hospital armed with a camera to take pictures of our son with opened eyes, here are a few shots (with a standard sized rubber ducky to give it some scale) of Jonathan. He obediently but begrudgingly opened his eyes for his dad. Here he weighs about 1 lb 6 oz, is just over a foot long, and is 15 days old (or a gestational age of around 25 weeks).
|Oh, dad, do I gotta open my eyes?|