The Tyranny of the Urgent hit our home at 2:30 a.m. New Year’s Night. I met him at the boys’ door. With The Bucket.
Yes, that bucket. And for the astute; why yes, the very same night that it was 58° in our house. Happy New Year!
As I lay very much awake until the early morning sunrise, ready for every 15-20 minute puke alarm, I was grateful.
I was tired. I was cold. I was worried about the baby. (he’s fine)
But I was grateful, for there was much to be grateful for. God wraps sleep-deprived moms in a special grace.
1. Energy and even a sense of humor as I rolled out of bed for the 43rd time in 4 hours.
2. Deep compassion for my dry-heaving little boy, as I held him until he said “I’m ready, mom.” (to go rinse. again).
3. Overwhelming middle-of-the-night gratitude for how brave my sweet kiddos were being. And for how I never once all night had to do more than rinse a bucket, rub a back, and hold on to loose hair. They never missed. There was never a mess!
4. Grateful for the 2 a.m. conversation my pitiful, sick little man was having with his sister, who awoke to all the commotion. He told her he was throwing up, and I made sure she felt okay, because vomit in the top bunk? Not a finer thing.
5. Apparently this is a fast-moving bug, because 30 minutes later I was awakened by a 7 year old stampede in the hallway, and a very frightened “Moooommmmm!” “Run to the bathroom!” I yelled. And she did. She made it.
6. The baby, who was sleeping with me due to the frigid indoor temps, never needed nursed during a vomit session.
7. Yesterday evening, The Tyrant got a hold of me. But only once!
8. And after my personal meeting with The Tyrant, I lay awake again, this time as my hubby took care of our 3 year old victim. Not much more attractive than a man who can handle his kid’s vomit! (I was nursing the baby, and it was his turn.)
9. The three year old? She got sick, loudly, all. night. long. And after each episode we were treated to a spirited monologue: “Daddy! See, I told you there was throw up in my tummy. See? There it is! It’s all gone now. I feel better. I’ll rest my eyes now. You have to get here faster, Daddy.”
10. It’s vomit. An annoying stomach bug. Here and gone, just long enough to remind us to rely on grace. To be grateful for the healthy days, because they mostly are.