Fevers are starting to break in this household. It's been three days of Lucy's hot fever body sleeping on top of my hot fever body. Not always the most comfortable feeling. There haven't been days and nights. We've just stayed on the couch, resting, napping, and trying to drink fluids around the clock. Thankfully, your father remained untouched. But he hunkered down with us and he has spent the last three days filling water glasses, preparing meals, keeping me company, and holding your sister when she would allow herself to be pried off of me when my skin could no longer handle contact with anything.
You also helped soothe her. When she would stir on top of me, her little hand would just rub back and forth over my belly. Sometimes you would respond and kick or jump, and she would settle back down and be asleep again.
The last three days would not be classified as fun. But still, it's time that passes like all other. A reminder to listen to our bodies and slow down and to rest and to wait for it all to pass. A reminder to be thankful for the past 362 days of health.
Sometimes it's the physical that makes us slow down and wait.
But sometimes it's the heart.
In 3 days we will celebrate the birth of our Savior. Our family will once again slow down, rest, and praise our Lord and celebrate the birth of our King.
And I will continue to wait for you.
Love,
Mama
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