It's 2:15 A.M. in the Bolt house, and my guys are finally resting, but I'm wide awake. Every little cough or moan coming from the nursery induces a burst of energy that causes me to jump up and run to Spencer's crib and make sure he's ok. And there are a LOT of moans and coughs...I may as well just set up camp in the glider for the night. It's been an excruciatingly long day of doctors appointments and prescription runs. The diagnosis: we all have the flu, type A, which can be a strain of seasonal flu, but is more commonly swine flu. The doctors won't bother to do further tests to confirm one or the other because the treatment is the same for both as long as it doesn't get out of hand. So here we are, holed up in our tiny house with our drugs and gatorade and chicken soup (thanks to my amazing mother-in-law) watching movies and listening to each other moan and groan. We're a pitiful bunch right now, and Spencer has the worst of it. The poor thing has moments when he's happy and smiling, but as soon as the Tamiflu kicks in or the Tylenol wears off, he's inconsolable. And two sick parents taking care of an even sicker 5 month old is incredibly difficult, but we're holding on. Yes we hurt, yes we feel like we've been run over by a truck, and yes we have our irritable moments, but we still have each other. I'm not sure if it was delirium, fever, sleep deprivation, or all of the above, but we had some great moments together today when we just laughed until we cried, or one of us started coughing up a lung. It's times like this when you're tested in so many ways, and you can either make the best of it or you can let it get the best of you. We're choosing to make the best of it. So what if we can't leave the house, that's just more time together. So what if we're so achey that sometimes we can't move, that just means more cuddle time on the couch. No, it's not a bed of roses, but it's not a bed of thorns either. And if our sweet little boy wasn't so sick, it would be 100% easier. But he is. And it's driving me crazy. I HATE it. He's been through so much already in his short little life, but Satan decides it's not enough, and throws this at him. But he's a fighter. That little boy is the toughest person I know. And we know that our God is bigger than ANY flu, swine or not. Ray and I tell each other all the time that we owe Spencer LOTS of ice cream for being so good when he's gone through so much, and this is adding to the debt. We've been blessed with such an amazing little boy, and I fall more in love with him every day. He gets that from his daddy :)
We're pitiful right now, but we'll come out of this stronger and closer. What Satan intends for evil in the people of God, God uses for His Glory. He is so much bigger than this, and we're trusting in Him to bring us through. All of that being said, prayers are greatly appreciated! The more warriors fighting this battle the worse the defeat for Satan! To God be the Glory. He is SO GOOD!
