This week.

Some days are just long.

And the nights even longer.

This week has seriously been testing my will.

Sunday night Matt ran upstairs to grab a diaper for Reagan, and as he was running back down he jumped and smashed his head into the ceiling...and then proceeded to roll around on the floor in a heap.

Monday was pretty normal, but when Matt got home from work he said he had felt all achy and just "off" all day and thought we should go to the doctor for his head. So we packed up and made a trip to Urgent Care.

About 500 other people must have had the same idea...because it was packed and they told us the wait was over 2 hours.

Did I mention that half of the people there sounded like they were hacking up a lung?

Matt decided he was fine and that we should leave.

At this point he was more worried about Reagan getting sick from the other people than for himself getting treated.

Monday night...Matt woke up sick...and Reagan woke up hungry.

Reagan had me up from 2-5am (seriously? he hasn't done this since he was 2 weeks old...) and Matt got up at 5 and was sicker than ever.

I will admit...I sometimes think guys are a little dramatic with sickness, but I legitimately felt bad for him.

He was full out lay-on-the-bathroom-floor-all-night sick.

So Tuesday we got him into the doctor.

Remember him hitting the ceiling?

Mild concussion :/

She said neurologically he checked out fine though and she didn't think he needed  a CT scan.

And then on top of that she thinks he picked up a bug somewhere.

Later that night he said he started feeling better...and even ate some. 

But then another wave hit and he was sick sick sick. 

We all went to bed early only to be woken at 2am by neither of us feeling well.

Ugh. 

Matt went downstairs to sleep because he was too hot...and I fell back asleep only to be woken by Reagan at 4:30 wanting to eat.

Where is this coming from, my dear child?

So yesterday was another long day of Matt being sick and me trying to take care of him and Reagan all while trying not to allow me or Reagan to get infected. 

On top of all that I have been having bad cramps the last week or so...no idea why.

And Reagan has a fever yet again...and his cheeks are bright red.

Maybe its teeth. Who knows.

There was a lot of this going on this week.

Oh...and yeah. He is still attacking his head with his fingernails :(

 

Once again...we all went to bed early.

I remember praying and listening to the storm outside and hearing Reagan moving around through the monitor and Matt breathing next to me...and next thing I knew it was light out.

No one woke up sick.

No one woke up to eat.

Lamentations 3:22-23

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
    for his compassion's never fail.

They are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.

I may not be out of the clear yet, but I am thankful Matt is starting to feel better. 

It makes me thankful for the husband I have, because doing parenting solely on my own the last three days has been hard.

Yes, I am a stay at home mom and parent Reagan all day long.

But I know Matt is there to help if need be.

This week Matt couldn't help at all...he was quarantined away from us...and it was hard.

I am thankful that my family is usually very healthy.

And days...or weeks like this are rare.

And I am thankful that for now we just have one child.

Because soon there will be more.

And having to put 5 children in quarantine or parent 5 children on my own will be even harder.

I can ease into parenthood.

This was a good practice week for what is to come.

And I am thankful that this was the view I got to see this morning :)