dagnabit

We've had another setback over here. The husband and the kids have been sick all winter with dumb viruses, hacking their lungs out and being generally miserable. Somehow I didn't get anything until I snagged the bronchitis in the hospital, besides my two bouts of pinkeye, blaaaahh.

The husband had been feeling better, but he's down again with the hacking and the general feeling that he has been punched repeatedly with the sick stick. This is bad. Bad. I'm weak and sick - the kids are coughing all over the place and the only thing keeping Thing 3 alive is my healthy MIL who has been baby tending like a saint.

Can we catch a break please? At least the husband? One of us should be running at at least 80% capacity.

Remember how I said I was having Brazil flashbacks? Thinking about it, i realized they aren't all bad. I feel like our marriage was forged there. I was a mess, he was stressed beyond imagination, and all we had was each other. It was so hard, but I learned to love him more then than I ever could have on blue sky living.

One thing we did during that time was to pray to know what the lessons were that we needed to learn in that situation, so that we could work extra hard on those things and move on as soon as possible. I don't know if that even works, but it was at least an attempt to keep our eyes on the right path.

I wonder what I missed then, seeing as this feels far too similar to that time - at least in terms of the weight of the PPD. I want to ace this test so I don't have to live through it again. I'm back to praying for answers so I can speed up the process... maybe that's my mistake?

Well, regardless of my follies, if you are the praying type, I'd sure appreciate some in behalf of the husband's general health. If he is okay, then I can do anything. Love makes me do crazy things like stop doing the things I know and start doing things I don't, like having babies and devoting my days to parenting. But that love thing? Makes it totally worth it.

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Jane said…
I am afraid that more and more the lesson we are having to learn these days is the 'endure to the end' thing. Patience was the pretty name for it back in the day.
And it sucks.
But the lesson in RS today gave me some perspective; how where we are, God one was and how one day - if we endure - we can become like Him.
I need to remember that.
holli jo said…
Prayers being sent your way. You are dealing with a lot. I don't fully relate, but my post partem experience made me scared to have another kid, so I have a small inkling of what you're going through, and it's hard! Hang in there - lots of people are praying for you.

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