We made it.  Matt is home (and healthy).  I am healthy.

This last week was not one of my favorites.  Stress and sickness and transition and (I believe) a huge dose of spiritual warfare all added up to one very intense week. 

As much physical and emotional work as it was to get through each day, the struggled ramped up each evening.  I don't know that we've ever been in such a sleep-less stretch.  No point in war-story-like numbers, but let's just say that I have not slept much at all.  Mom stayed in our apartment the two nights Matt was away to be extra help (and I called on her once each night .... as in once each night there was not only one child awake and needing Mommy but two children awake at the same time, so Grandmama was called in for back up). 

Lydia had horrid night terrors and for three straight days ran a high fever (like 104, 105-ish degree temps).  On the third night I actually called our emergency medical insurance I was so concerned about Lydia.  Could the fevers be causing her crazy screaming? panicked voice? wild and far-fetched stories?  [FYI - yes, fevers can cause night terrors.  So can some medications.  We stopped the Tylenol and switched to Motrin only which seems to have helped.]  Now the fevers are gone and she slept straight through the night last night. 


Matt got home a little after 5pm, we had an early supper (thanks to a bunch of friends who have been providing meals) and he took the big four out for a walk.  I stayed home to put Luke in bed and go to the bathroom solo for the first time in three days :)  Ha!  Just kidding.  But a little space and time to collect my wits is a blessing.

I'm expecting them back any minute and I have priorities to prioritize... four kids needing beds, and a nice long talk with my husband.  Oh, there's one of my little blond heads rounding the corner now.....