Saved, again!

I am so thankful for today. I am thankful for these 5 minutes when I can sit and write while the girls are napping. I am thankful for my husband who is working right now to support us. I am thankful that it is spring time. But the thing that really sticks in my head (right now) is that I am thankful that I don't feel like I might puke any second- like I did last night.

I hate to throw-up. Some people are throw-up champs, they can puke and then go right back to it. Not me. It is a feeling that I would rather not ever have again. When I start having that hot/cold yucky stomach feeling I feel like I might have a panic attack on top of it. I think I would rather experience a 17 hour natural labor again than have the pukies. Seriously.

I had a normal day yesterday and felt fine. I went to a volunteer appreciation dinner last night and the food was great- nothing questionable. I got home and was getting the kids around like usual when I got a hot flash and totally felt like I needed to b-line it to the bathroom. I took a shower to see if I could stabilize. It worked for about 10 minutes and then I was back to it. I just felt too hot or too cold and I was shaking. So weird.

Here's where the saving comes in. I immediately started praying. It started out something like "the Lord is my Shepherd... I shall not fear.:" I know that is not exactly the 23rd Psalm but I was doing what I could. I just prayed some more "God, I know that what I have going on is nothing compared to what other people might have going on but I believe you are a healer. I believe you can heal me. I believe you for it." Sometimes it is hard for me to pray for myself. I have learned though, over the years, that all of God's children are special to Him and He cares about our little junk AND He is big enough to handle my little junk and other people's big junk.

I continued feeling yucky and two of the three kids made it to bed before I told my husband it was time to get the puke bowl down. Leila had a hard time settling and after sleeping, waking, crying, sleeping, crying again I went and laid down with Leila to get her to sleep. I felt peaceful, like my system had oddly stabilized. I fell asleep and I feel fine today, knock on wood.

I have never been in the midst of chills where it did not end with me hacking (sorry for the graphic language). But now it has happened! I think it was a healing miracle. It just doesn't make sense. I thank God for hearing my prayers and coming to my aid.