Greta seemed to be feeling better this morning. Her fever was down to 99° and she ate a little. However, as the day progressed she took a turn for the worse. Her temperature went up to 103.3 and she felt miserable. The acetaminophen made her feel better.
Daddy set up a cozy little nest for her in the basement in front of the TV. Even Piggy came down to spend some time with her. It’s been very hard keeping her away from Nora and very hard to distribute my time evenly between the kids. We gave Greta the option of staying downstairs or going up to her room last night, and she did want to sleep upstairs. She has had some trouble getting used to sleeping in her loft bed so we put another bed underneath and she opted to sleep there.
She started up with a cough and some congestion in the night, but it wasn’t so bad this morning, which is another reason I thought she was getting better.
A dear friend of mine enlightened me to the benefits of coconut oil, specifically its immunity boosting properties, even for infants! There seems to be a lengthy list of benefits, but I was sold on the antibacterial, antiviral aspect alone! William was promptly dispatched on a coconut oil mission.
We’ve all been “wallowing” in coconut oil all day yesterday and today too.
Nora is very used to taking her 3 regular medicines and has become quite the little pro at it! We figured out her dosage and gave her a taste of the coconut oil.
“Wooooo!!!! What the H%#& was that stuff?????”
She took today’s serving without any winces and already we’ve figured out that we no longer need to supplement her high calorie recipe of milkies with Miralax!! The coconut oil will do just fine on its own. Now hopefully it will protect her against the germs in this place as well!
My parents came over for a visit this evening and we ordered pizza. We’d planned on having them over Saturday to watch the Bengal’s playoff game, but that ended up not working out after Greta got sick. I remembered that Nora has an eye appointment tomorrow, Monday (that we’ve waited 3 months to get!!!). So it was arranged for Greta to head home with Nana and Papa tonight. Obviously she won’t be able to go back to school tomorrow. They will be able to see to her while we are at Nora’s appointment, and she won’t seem so ostracized down in the basement*. (*”basement” sounds so bare and dank – but it’s actually very nice down there. Maybe we should call it the “lower level” so as not to conjure up images of my poor sick little girl locked down in a musty cellar!!)
It’s discouraging to sometimes feel like your prayers are not getting answered in the way(s) you had hoped. Things seem to go from bad to worse, and you might wonder why you even bothered to pray at all. These troubles are so temporary even though they might disguise themselves as never ending. In this era of instant gratification we are so programmed to expect instant results and instant fixes for every little (and especially every great big) problem that arises. “Tired of the old way? Well, try (fill in the blank)!!” Instant answers to factual questions are only a few keystrokes away on the smartphones in our pockets, the virtual extensions of our brains. So when something comes along that we don’t have an answer for and we can’t fix, life can become very, very difficult. It is at this point that we have 2 choices. We can keep worrying about it and wrecking our head into the wall over and over again trying to fix things on our own, or we can give it up to God, trusting that He will do something with it. God has something to teach us with each and every trial that comes our way. There are certainly times that I am a very slow learner, which is why God will take His time in answering my prayers. He’s patient with me, and wants to make sure I get it. He WILL answer our prayers, but it won’t always be in the way that we expected. It will always be better, even though it might not seem like it in the moment. Before Nora was even conceived I felt like I was in a spiritual funk. I felt very distant and removed from God, just kind of busy doing my own thing. One of my prayers was to become closer to God. Um… Prayer answered!!! But NOT in the way that I expected. Way better. I just didn’t realize it at first. How could I possibly have expected God to just wave some sort of holy wand over me and make everything better. That would be boring, and how would I learn anything from just THAT? Instead, God gave me (all of us, really!) Nora. My point is, we don’t go through any astounding periods of growth or spiritual maturity when things are “all good”. Rejoice in our sufferings and trials simply at the realization that whatever we are experiencing is making us stronger and preparing us, and maybe even others for something mighty! I feel like I am writing this to myself right now as I’ve been down and discouraged with Greta being sick. I expect and want God to wave His “holy wand” and cure her immediately, even though a fever is so petty compared to what some other families are faced with. But as I step back and read what I just wrote, I realize I’m learning what it means to be patient, and fully reliant on God. I’m reminded of the futility of worry, and what it means to be joyful amidst trials. It’s a conscious choice, but feels so much better than banging my head against the wall trying to fix it on my own.
Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
(James 1:2-4 NIV)