Twas certainly a day for the books!!
Gavin awoke complaining of a headache and a sore throat. He seemed in good spirits and otherwise normal. I wondered of perhaps he just had a case of school-itus. Upon further investigation there were, however, a couple of white spots in his throat. He continued to complain over breakfast that now his belly hurt. After that I dismissed him back up to his bedroom and continued getting Greta ready. Nora and I walked Greta up to the bus stop, which as I write this seems like several days ago. If that is any indication of how this day has been!?
I decided to have Gavin seen by the pediatrician to have him tested for strep. He was his usual jovial self on the way there and on until we were in the room waiting to be seen by the doctor. Nora was exceptionally well behaved and slept for most of the time that we were out.
The test came back negative and the doctor didn’t really see any reason why Gavin shouldn’t go on to school. So that’s where he went afterwards.
The rest of the morning and afternoon were relatively uneventful. I was relieved to have my shoes delivered that I ordered at the last minute for my sister Emily’s wedding this weekend. I was even more relieved that they fit! I was in a great mood–proud of myself that I got out of the house with Nora on my own, and happy to have my shoes. Things must have been going too well, I guess.
In a matter of 10 minutes the cat had another violent seizure, Nora became grumpy, and I was reminded of Gavin’s tux fitting appointment in a half an hour from then.
Unless I suddenly transformed into an octopus, it was impossible to bring the cat in a carrier to the vet with a baby in a carrier on oxygen. Not to mention the kids were about to walk in the door from school, one of which needed to somehow be across town in 30 minutes. And Nora was pestering for a bath. I can’t wait until I can read this back as an old lady and laugh about it. Because it sure wasn’t funny this afternoon.
William was able to leave his job site that sounds like it also had O Fortuna blaring at it. Gavin got to his tux fitting a few minutes late. Nora got her bath, and the cat… is still alive. The vet wasn’t in when I called but will return my call tomorrow. SIGH.
I walked outside this evening to take the garbage out and was amused by the contrast of the outdoors from everything going on inside. It was nice to trade the sound of crying baby, disgruntled kid, whirring dish washer and ringing phones for the sound of crickets and distant train whistles. Even for just the 2 minutes I was outside!!
Nora has an appointment with the cardiologist bright and early tomorrow morning – 7am. Please pray that evidence of God’s healing touch will be evident in the tests that are performed on her precious little heart.
The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed,
a stronghold in times of trouble.
(Psalm 9:9 NIV)