God's Gift #1,478,903 : Handling Puke...

How is it that being a mother gives
you magical powers, like being able
to keep your cookies when your
oldest child pukes all over you???
I thought about tossing said cookies
a time or two last night when I was
the target of Matthew's strep-induced
vomiting. Let me paint a picture for
you...

While waiting in the underwater world,
that is our fabulous doctor's office, it
happened. I was minding my own business,
standing ever-so-patiently for my two
children to be seen. I was holding a
feverish, sleeping Matthew and trying
to wrangle an extremely mobile, 14
month old. I had told my sweet hubby
that I could handle it...I knew he really
needed to study. Everything was going
rather well, I thought, for a while. Then,
suddenly, it happened...

I will not give any details, other than to
say I almost had a meltdown. I felt my
face flush, and my stomach turn. I kept
telling myself, "It will be okay. Just take
a deep.... NOOOOO, don't
take a deep breath!!!"
Oddly enough, it took me trying
to take a deep breath multiple times before
I realized that this was not a good idea. I
called my husband, who was 20 minutes
away, and told him he had to bring
Matthew and me some new clothes
immediately. That was the longest 20
minutes of my life...(well, not really...I
would say the longest twenty minutes
of my life was the trip from home to the
hospital, when I thought Logann was
going to be born on the side of the road!)

When it was all said and done, and I had
on fresh, clean clothes, Matthew had strep
and received a shot of penicillin, and Logann
had a double ear infection, and was sent
home with ten days worth of antibiotics.
We were the last people to leave the office
last night, and left with a lovely parting gift,
our bag of gross clothes.

I am home with the children today, glad
that they are on their roads to recovery. I
think I might be scarred by this for a while,
but it has me thinking.

How is it possible that God gives me the
ability to handle situations like this?
Though I was freaking out on the inside,
I was keeping cool on the outside, as my
son said repeatedly, "I'm sorry, Mommy.
I'm sorry."

I wanted to cry, scream, and
just flip out. I didn't though. Why??? I
think it is because God covers mothers
with an amazing strength and peace in
tough situations. Though I could have
done without EVER experiencing this,
I am reminded how wonderful my God
is. He fully prepares me with His strength
and love every day. I am blessed to be
the mother to Matthew and Logann,
puke...or no puke.