And the hits keep on coming

You know the old saying, “when it rains, it pours?” Well, around our house for the past week it's been non-stop storms. One thing after another after another seemed to go wrong. Then, just when it seemed things couldn't get any worse, Igot THEworst case of poison ivy.

This is a particularly severe case of poison ivy—the worst case the doctor had ever seen. The pain from the rash has left me virtually immobile and crying in pain for the last two days, but that hasn't been the worst part of it all.

The day my rash began blistering up, our little guy came down with a 104 fever. Minutes after we checked his temperature, he began turning purple and blue. We prayed for him and instantly his color returned and temperature dropped to a 102. Still, he was clearly feeling pretty lousy. So, for the third time in two days, we headed to the urgent care. (Once for Toms poison ivy; the next time for mine.) The doctor seemed to think it was a virus at play, so for now we are just keeping a watchful eye on him.

Because of my blisters, which I can only describe as feeling like a 3rd degree burn, I haven't been able to hold and comfort my poor little guy, and that's been the hardest part of it all. Tom has been incredible through the experience (his rash cleared the day that mine worsened), but though J loves his dad, Jacob has been making it clear he needs his mother's love. So, finally, after being quarantined from him except for feedings for 24 hours, I couldn't take it anymore. I gritted my teeth through the pain, picked him up and held him close as he cried. One by one my blisters began to pop, and so we cried together. Somehow having him near made me feel a little better. Still, prayers for the three of us would be much appreciated.