I am so thankful Dave wasn't gone that Saturday or I wouldn't have survived. I spent the entire day in bed while Dave took the kids to baseball, fulfilled our snack shack assignment, went shopping for Mother's Day and cleaned the house. I lay in bed trying to sleep and had some pretty crazy dreams about dying and a funeral. I kept thinking, "Man, I feel like crap, but I'm not that bad (that I'm going to die)!"
When Dave got home from dinner with the kids at the Grandparents I figured out why I was having those scary dreams. The first words out of Dave's mouth when they walked in the house were, "Logan, go tell Mom about how you almost went to heaven today." WHAT? My heart skipped a million beats as they told me that Logan snuck outside after dinner and fell in the pool. Jessie was his gaurdian angel as she was prompted to go find him and pulled Mr. Cooper out while he was flailing underwater. Holy smokes! What would have happened if Jessie wasn't listening to that still small voice inside? How long would Logan have been in the water? I don't dwell on those what-ifs because the answers are scary and God saw fit to save my Mr. Cooper. Dave and I both slept next to Logan that night for a little while and hugged J a little tighter and more often for days afterward. Mortality is truly fragile and precious.
Mother's Day was much more meaningful because of my current physical and mental state. I am so thankful that God blessed me with 4 beautiful, smart, fun children and that Dave loves us and is in it for the long haul with me! Being a mother is the best calling/"job" in the world. There are definitely parts of being a Mom that feel more like a job, like cleaning up bodily fluids and scrubbing stains out of white baseball pants. The rewards are far greater though. I love that my kids make me laugh, ask tough questions, and love to learn. Sometimes, it's hard not to take whining and disobedience personally, but I know the kids don't act that way to hurt me. They love me just as much as I love and treasure them. Plus, they're dang cute and keep me young at heart.
My Mother's Day was wonderful, even though I still felt like a truck ran over my head. The munchkins and Dad surprised me with chocolate chip waffles, OJ and presents in bed. They ate most of the waffles for me since I still couldn't eat much. It made me so happy and thankful for sweet kids when they were super excited to give me their cards and handmade gifts. We made it to church on time even after our lazy morning (it's amazing how that happens when my significant other gets up before 8 am ;) with the rest of us) and I enjoyed the kids singing for all the Moms in church with the Primary. It's one of the reasons I sucked it up and went.
We celebrated with our Moms and Grandmas at Gram Bennett's for dinner. Both our Moms have birthdays within a week of Mother's Day, so we had a party for them too. I love that our Moms (and Dads of course) live so close and can spend time with our kids, who adore them. I also love that our Moms know how to give us space as our own young family even though we live so close. Sometimes I feel we don't see them enough. We love you Moms!!I gotta cut it short- too long-winded. So Logan and Sydney both got ear infections this last week. Logan screamed his head off for 2 1/2 days because his ear hurt him so much. After we did all we could for him at home, and 2 sleepless nights, Dave finally took him in to the Doctor to get a second opinion and see how bad it really was. So get this, the Doctor looks at him and says, "Yeah, he's got a mild ear infection. Usually these things work themselves out on their own, but here's a prescription for amoxicillon." Really? You're preaching to the King of wait things out. We go to the Doctor as a last resort. How long are we supposed to listen to the poor kid screaming before it works itself out? I partly think Mr. Coop was a little wimpy and freaked out about that stuffy ear feeling and here's why. Syd had a fever and showed signs of an ear infection at the same time as Coop. Her fever started to go down when I noticed she was draining nasty fluids out of her ear that I will not describe here. We are pretty sure she ruptured her ear drum and she didn't cry or fuss nearly as much as Mr. Man. Thankfully, they are both on the mend.
So when Logan was hurting on Tuesday he was chillin' on the couch while I checked email. Suddenly, he piped up with this little nugget, "Here's what I need (to feel better). Dinner in bed, sleeping, and a movie while I'm dinnering in bed. With a tray!" Apparently that breakfast in bed business on Mother's Day was too good to pass up for Logan.
