The past few weeks have been hard. Really hard. Starting about three weeks ago, Jonathan and Henry developed pink eye after having horrible coughs and lethargy for several days. We were excited when the prescription eye drops did their thing and within a day or two, both boys' eyes had at least stopped oozing green gunk. That's always a good sign, right?
When we thought we were in the clear and life was as it should be again, Henry developed large sores on his tongue and hand which we then deduced was Hand, Foot, Mouth Disease (a nasty virus that is extremely contagious and miserable and nothing can be done for it except to just wait it out). I crossed my fingers that no one else would get it but a few days after I noticed Henry's sores, Jonny started complaining that his tongue hurt too.
Now, when Henry had the sores, he didn't even complain, I didn't even know he had them until I noticed them in his mouth when he was eating lunch one day. Well, Jonny's reaction couldn't have been more different. Jonathan is a very passionate person and is one whose feelings are close to the surface. Knowing him is like going on a roller coaster ride some days. So, you can only imagine how close to dying these sores made him. Every hour was crying, screaming, complaining and let's not forget the drooling. All. Night. Long. I've dealt with canker sores all my life so I am very familiar with how much it can hurt, and don't get me wrong, it can hurt like the dickens, but I haven't ever felt that I was teetering between life and death. All of us got to endure about 3 days of "apocalyptic Jonny" and I'd be lying if I said I didn't end up in tears on more than one occassion.
On Jonny's 2nd day of sores, Thomas developed sores in his mouth, a sore throat, and a fever. He was one sick camper. So, the next few days were filled with two miserable boys, both slobbering everywhere and unable to eat anything except frozen go-gurts and popsicles (or so they said). Eddie ended up staying home with them from church for the second week in a row while I got a bit of a break and went to church alone. A much needed reprieve. When all was said and done, Thomas & Jonny ended up missing several days of school and were overjoyed when I gave the green light to go back. Who am I kidding, we were all overjoyed.
I said earlier that those weeks were hard and while that is true, there are a few things that I got from that time that I wouldn't trade. One of the most helpless feelings in the world is to see your child suffering and not be able to do anything to relieve that suffering. That said, through it all, I gained a stronger appreciation of the power of mothers to nurture and soothe. Since there wasn't anything I could do for their pain (other than give them Tylenol every several hours), the one thing I could do was lift their spirits and take their minds off of the pain. I think I read more books, sang more songs, and cuddled more hours, than any other time in my experience being a mother. So, even though it was really hard and brought me to the end of my rope on more than one occassion, I cherish it because it brought me closer to my kids and that is something I wouldn't trade. Ever.
On a lighter note, we finally got around to recording Henry singing "I Am A Child of God". Enjoy! We sure do.