Thursday, February 11, 2010

Weak Week...

This week has been rough, to say the very least.  Last Thursday night, Austin began getting quite sick.  He had been suffering through a yucky cold/cough, but took a turn for the worst on Thursday night when his coughs made him gag and vomit very consistently, leaving us concerned of dehydration, etc.  So, when Friday came around, off we went to the doctor to find out that Austin had the "croup".  We were given 3 days worth of steriods and a strong cough medicine. 

In the meantime, Mark had to leave (early Sunday morning) for training with work to Georgia...8 hours drive away, not to return until Friday afternoon/evening.  Unfortunately, over the weekend, we saw no improvement in Austin, and by Monday, he seemed worse.  He was up almost all day and night, giving neither of us more than 2 hours of rest during a 24-hour period.  To say the least, I was exhausted!  So, Tuesday morning, Katie and I again took Austin to the doctor, where I was told that his illness is now in his chest, giving him pneumonia.  But his oxygen levels were okay, so he did not have to be admitted into the hospital (Praise the Lord, especially since I didn't have the slightest notion of that even being a possibility!)  I honestly thought I was going back to the doctor to get nothing more than a different cough medicine.  Austin was given a strong antibiotic to take, which should help me have my sweet little boy back within a couple of days, max.  Wonderful!!

Austin started feeling much better even by Tuesday evening.  Katie still had a little runny nose, but nothing of major concern.  The week was starting to look up!  Now, the rest of the week gets a little blurry...

By early evening, I started feeling nauseous.  I put Austin in bed early, and was barely able to get Katie in bed due to how sick I felt.  I was up all night very sick {I'll leave the details to that}.  By midnight, I was so sick, I started blacking out, which terrified me {thinking of the kids}, so I called my mother-in-law.  She quickly came over to help, but before she even made it here, Katie was screaming because she had thrown up in her sleep.  I had absolutely no energy left, but my adreneline kicked in and somehow helped me make it to her bathroom, where I laid on the floor and did my best to comfort her while we waited patiently for Nana's arrival.  She was only about 7 minutes away, but it seemed like an eternity!  Praise the Lord, Austin slept completely through the night {for the first time in days}, because I was sick all night/morning, and Nana was up all night/morning with sick Katie bug.  Wednesday was rough, but managable thanks to Nana's help!  I started feeling better, only weak, and thankfully was able to get a good amount of sleep Wednesday night {minus both kids getting up once each vomiting...}  Thursday seemed better for all of us, thankfully, until Thursday late afternoon when Austin began vomiting. 

Honestly, I don't think I've ever had such a rough week!  I was emotionally and physically drained especially by Tuesday, but for things to keep getting worse, Wow!!  Literally, all I could do all week was to pray telling God that I couldn't do this...I need Him to carry me through the week.  And, you know, though it has been terrible, He has not failed to carry me through.  Now, I'm praying that Mark makes it home safely tomorrow (through the forcasted snow) to be reunited with his {hopefully} no longer sick family! 

There wasn't much time for reading, etc. this week, though I'm sure I could have used the encouragement, but an old song kept coming to mind that helped me keep my mind off of our current situations and on God, who truly has been my strength this week.  Here it is...

His Strength Is Perfect by Steven Curtis Chapman

I can do all things
Through Christ who gives me strength,His strength is perfect when our strength is gone; 
But sometimes I wonder what He can do through me;
No great success to show, No glory on my own,
Yet in my weakness He is there to let me know . . .

His strength is perfect when our strength is gone;
He’ll carry us when we can’t carry on.
Raised in His power, the weak become strong;
His strength is perfect, His strength is perfect.

We can only know
The power that He holds
When we truly see how deep our weakness goes;
His strength in us begins
Where ours comes to an end.

He hears our humble cry and proves again . . .

He’ll carry us when we can’t carry on.
Raised in His power, the weak become strong;
His strength is perfect, His strength is perfect.