The last 20 hours in our home have been less than pleasant. Two of my shiny happy people turned into lethargic, vomit-producing machines somewhere around 10pm. It started with a little voice from upstairs, "Momb, could you come help me out wiff all da bomit in my bed?"
After stripping his bed, changing his sheets, cleaning him up, lining the floor with beach towels, and getting everything going in the laundry room my hubby appeared with another armful of sheets.
"Again?" I asked.
"Worse than that" he replied. "Different child..."
Oh, joy!
Poor P had to settle for pink sheets, as it was all I had left. Unfortunately, there was much more where that had come from. Somewhere around 3 am everyone settled in for a restful evening.
I am not sure if it was the delirium, but I somehow found a sweet moment in the midst of the disgustingness when R was lying in his bed on one side of the room offering advice and moral support to his ill brother on the other side of the room.
"P, if you jus' can keep your mouf weally closed da bomit won't come out. Keep it weally, weally closed."
I warned you I was delirious.
Today has been filled with lots of crafts, resting, 'screen time,' and even more Clorox, Lysol and laundry. This too shall pass...
God also showed me a powerful lesson last night as I plucked my sick, smelly children from the foulness they had been wallowing in. Truth be told, recycled stomach contents make me gag. Somehow that aversion can be conquered when the object of your heart's affection needs rescue from it. When I looked into that filth, my senses' disgust was overpowered by my love for my poor helpless child.
It is much like my sin and the rescue of my God. (Except I am nowhere near perfect and can often be found wallowing in muck of my own making.)
6You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. 7Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. 8But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:6-8 (NIV)
Love is a powerful thing.
7 comments:
Romans 8: Nothing can separate us from the love of God....or the love of Moms! Well done, JMom. Health and healing on your home and your precious little ones.
Oh, here's to hoping your house gets better soon. My hubs is lying in bed with a towel on his head suffering from the same illness. ARGH! I even came home from work early to rescue him from caring for our daughter in his time of illness.
I hate to laugh at the situation because I know the little kiddies are sick but man, that was hilarious....I guess sometimes its hard to keep your mouf weally, weally closed!
Here's to hoping your kiddos get better.
Sorry your little ones are sick....I hate when it runs through our house like that.
I do love it though, that you are so connected to God that you get lessons in everything -- even vomit!
Blessings!
Mindy
Oh, Dear JMom, it is for posts such as these that I keep coming back over and over!
You are one of the only mommies I know who could take the "bomit" she's been served and turn it into a precious spiritual lesson. Thank you! You are a great "momb", and I am grateful to know you.
Praying right now that K does not join the ill ones and that the boys are well on the road to recovery by later today.
I've been reading your blog for a while now, but havent ever commented... I just love every post you write! Hope your kids are feeling much better and that "da bomit" is gone, soon!!!
Oh I'm so sorry for the "Bombit" I'm sorry but kids are just cute and say cute stuff....even when puking.
Hope they feel better soon....look at the bright side-at least you will have power cleaned and sterilized your whole house by the time you are done. :(
Praying for your friend Sweeeny....I get their updates via Caringbridge.....(when you shared the link once a long time ago).....I pray often for them!
Blessings
Kelly
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