Monday I woke up bright and early excited for all this week would bring. I popped into Crossfit and told a friend, “I’m so excited! I think i get to come to Crossfit everyday this week”.
Why didn’t you stop me then? We all know THOSE are famous last words.
I have not been back to Crossfit one single day. To be honest, I don’t even remember Tuesday or why I missed the WOD because all hell broke loose on Wednesday and it’s just been the most bizarre week.
4 am Wednesday the “4-Old” (as she calls herself) woke up with a stomach virus and i was soon to follow. We quarantined ourselves to my room and while I was positive I was on the verge of death, Whit thought it was such a party to spend the day and night in bed with mama drinking gatorade , eating crackers, and watching all the Netflix her little body could handle.
I’m pretty sure she has forgotten she was sick at all!
When I finally emerged Thursday there was a very sick baby waiting on me and no room at the doctor’s office.
Friday dawned with a still nauseous mama and a sicker baby so off went Sikes and Daddy to Urgent Care- only to be sent on to the ER. 5 hours later they were home loaded up on meds but my baby boy was looking and feeling so puny!
That night we had the opportunity to celebrate the marriage of 2 of my favorite people, and leave the house without kids. It must not have been my best decision ever because the tiny bit of (really delicious) food never did sit well and i woke up more sick than before on Saturday.
Festive & Fun
2 Days before Christmas and all i wanted was to be festive and fun with my Merry (but sickly) little crew. In a final act of desperation I decided Alka Seltzer was going to get me through the day and i was going to enjoy the rest of the holiday.
NOTICE TO ALL PEOPLE! You can (apparently) be highly allergic to Alka Seltzer. You will end up looking like a bright red, round ornament with welts all over your body and it’s possible you will lose the remnants of whatever is in your stomach on the hospital floor and end up drugged and taking a $2000 nap on the most uncomfortable bed in history.
So yeah – this has been the worst Christmas week ever.
But as happens- in the midst of the worst we sometimes find the best.
Have you seen Or read The Worst Christmas Pageant Ever?
The Worst Christmas Pageant Ever always has been a favorite story of mine- and reminded me so much of the students I have loved over the years. Bringing joy en masse and midst of chaos and destruction!
And for everyone that just read the above account of my bizarre week, we can agree. Life hit the Waltons hard this week and we just haven’t caught a break. But there have been immeasurable gifts poured upon my family and my heart despite having our worst Christmas ever!
Once again I have been overwhelmed by the village that keeps me going. We say so often that it takes a village to raise a child. Really, I would venture to say it takes a village to keep a mama going. Kids are resilient – us mamas (and daddies) are the ones bogged down in the mire of life.
From neighbors coming to the rescue with Gatorade and crackers at the crack of dawn Wednesday, to a sweet friend (and nurse) that selflessly helps my family any hour of the day from setting up appointments to calling in meds and dropping off groceries on my steps. From in-laws that alter plans and bring popsicles, soup, wash babies and dishes, and a neighbor that abandons her “To Do” list without complaint to watch my kids in an emergency- this village is the only way we made it to Christmas Day without completely imploding!
But you know what I found above all things? Above the village- above despair? Above it all? I found rest and peace AND JOY I didn’t know i needed. (Okay- i probably knew. But i wouldn’t have taken it on my own.)
Saturday night my in-laws came to take my kids so I could sleep off my allergic reaction and Craig could take a breath.
(Bless that man- he stepped up and showed out!)
But my sweet Bee climbed in the bed with me and gently held the hand bruised and bandaged from my IV and while she pulled at my hair and examined my “boo boo” she said:
“i just not going to Grandma’s house, Mama. I want to stay home with you and pull you hair”.
(In her world- pulling my hair is a sign of affection!)
So she did. And so did her sister. And her brother.
We snuggled, watched Christmas movies, played games, went to church, read books, and had my favorite Christmas Eve Eve and Christmas Eve to date.
Because without this crazy, terrible, beautiful week i would have spent those days in a craze of having Santa come early and clothes washed and packed to travel bright and early Christmas morning. It would have been happy, festive and fun. But it would have been busy. So busy i would have missed so many of the details.
Next year we will probably be back to our old ways and spending Christmas Eve with one family and Christmas Day with the other. There is a beauty in that also and i was so afraid i would be filled with sadness and loneliness.
But here i am- south bound on December 26. Excited to see family- excited for one more day of Christmas fun- and rested, peaceful, and truly experiencing the joy that came down at Christmas.
Merry Christmas Friends!
May you feel the Gift of Christmas this season!
I don’t share this story for pity- but i do want to remember the tiniest details of this crazy week. How bizarre and terrible and hard- because i never want to forget the love, hope and GIFT of Christmas I have experienced this season.
And to every one of you praying for and loving my family in this craze- THANK YOU! You’re the best and some of my greatest gifts!