Pneumonia and a raging double ear infection

My poor sweetie. After a horrific weekend at home consisting of vomiting and high fevers, I thought we were feeling better on Monday, only to have her cry all through the night on Monday night. I ended up bringing her into our bed for the first time ever and let her sleep with me until Matt got home from school. She was up crying in pain every 2 hours or so. We went to the doctor's office first thing this morning only to find out she has a double ear infection (full blown) and pneumonia! On top of that, whatever she had over the weekend was a stomach virus that caused her to throw up and a 104 fever. Seriously?? That's too much. Breaks my heart when she's sick like this. So, we are resting, drinking lots of water, taking antibiotics and she will not let her binkie or blankies out of sight. She has started liking the show "little einsteins" and that is ALL she wants to watch. She wanders around crying "ayysteins" over and over.

The plan is, we are going to see how this ear infection goes, and then visit with an ear noes and throat doctor to talk about tubes. The pediatrician we saw today said there's no point in doing them right now because we are coming out of cold/flu season and they typically only last for 6 months, but if she starts this pattern over beginning in the fall that will probably be our only safe option. I am just not comfortable with how easily and massive these ear infections seem to come on. Better safe than sorry when it comes to hearing.

On a lighter note, tonight is Matt's last night of class!!!!! Wahooo!

God's grace is so good

Brooklyn has an announcement...

Matt and I are expecting! We are pregnant with our 6th precious baby, and as you can imagine this fact alone makes for this journey to be a long, but miraculous one. We have chosen as always to keep it quiet until we saw the heartbeat. Matt met me at the perinatology office today at 1:45, where we anxiously awaited our ultrasound. We walked that familiar walk back to the ultrasound room, I laid down on the table and we waited some more. Our US tech came in, and the scan began.

I have been a ball of emotions this past week, knowing that this appointment was coming up, and remembering all the many ultrasounds, good and bad, I have lived through before. Memories are such a powerful thing, they can bring us closer to something we have begun to forget, they can be a catalyst to some very scary and fearful thoughts taking over, but mostly they let us savor and remember. For me, I have been remembering all of my babies that I will never know on this side of heaven. How God's will was written long before my prayers and pleading to Him...but my prayers still went up, and in turn my love and understanding of just how powerful and awesome our God is grew exponentially.

So, there, on that screen in that quiet room was our 6th baby. Relief washed over me, and I looked over at Matt who had tears in his eyes. We smiled at each other and the tech said those three magic words "there's the heartbeat". Thank you Lord.

I am due November 30th. This baby was a bit of a surprise, but the best gifts are surprises! I can't help but think this was God's way of taking the premature worry from me.

We will go back in 3 weeks for the nuchal translucency scan and from there, I'll probably be seen once a month or so. I am still early, about 8 1/2 weeks, so please pray with me for the health of this little one.

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jer 29:11

Easter

Easter was very fun this year. We decided to go to church on Saturday night which gave us all of Sunday to enjoy eachother and family. Brooklyn got not one, not two, but three easter baskets! She is one loved kiddo. She decided she was a huge fan of the candy inside the eggs.

Sunday morning we headed over to Matt's mom's for brunch with my family. It was lovely, but one member of the family was missing, Dale. More on that below. Then home for a nap and off to Grandpa and Grammy Lisa's for a big ole' easter dinner. Seriously, all we really did all day was eat. Mmmmm. Sure enough, we got home and miss B crashed hard. All in all it was a wonderful, low key easter.

Dale (Cris's husband and Matt's stepdad) was admitted to the hospital on Thursday and we were told shortly after that... he will not be coming home this time. We are adjusting to this news and doing our best to help Cris figure out this "new" chapter in what has become a very long and difficult book. For those who are reading and don't know, Dale was diagnosed the year Matt and I started dating (so 7 years ago) with frontal temporal disorder which is a mix of parkinsons/alzheimers. He has been deteriorating for some time, almost completely unresponsive when spoken to and vitually immobile, but there were two things that held fast. He lit up with a smile whenever he saw Cris, and his little love, Brooklyn.

Tuesday afternoon, when we turned onto Cris's street Brooklyn perked up and said "Dale, Dale". I of course started crying, because she would run in and look to his spot on the couch and he would not be there. We are thankful that he is getting the care he needs, and that Cris is getting this time to readjust to life without dale at home while he is being cared for. Prayers are always welcome :)

I read this verse the other day:

"When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought joy to my soul".
Psalm 94:19

Amen