No, I am not writing about the book that was a sensation and multiplied itself into various versions of itself. As I sit and type this, Spencer sleeps in my bed after thunder clapped at 4:00 a.m. The alarm stood waiting to blare at 5:00 a.m. anyway, so I really only lost an hour of slumber. But, I really wanted that hour!
My little budding 5 year old has been quite ill since Thursday, so we have officially entered day 5 and hoping that I can drop him at school. Praise God that I have such an understanding boss. I worked from home most of Thursday once I received the phone call and all day on Friday. The poor little guy could not stop throwing up. His strength left him completely and lost 4 lbs. in just three days!
On Friday morning, Danielle came to the house and watched him for me as I ran an errand. Once I returned she told me something that sort of floored me. All he had done while I was gone was ask for me. Even with Danielle, he continues to want me over anyone else at all. I walked up to him and gave him a huge hug, stroked his hair and kissed his forehead. What a trooper Danielle is to our family. I don't know where we would be without her and her family's support. It truly is unbelievable how much they have loved us and taken Spencer especially under their wings.
Spencer stayed sick the rest of the weekend with the vomitting ending on Friday afternoon. On Saturday, he stayed in my bed watching numerous runs of Spongebob and other educational programming while I attempted to get Pedialite down a child who literally drinks only ice water and the occasional chocolate milk. Neither of these choices work on an upset and cramping stomach, so I vainly attempted to shove pack Pedialite down a determined 5 year old's mouth. The battle of wills had begun. I won out most of the time, but on other occasions, I gave in as I realized a while ago that I do not need to win every little battle. He slowly began to eat as well. By Saturday night, he was eating an egg, some yogurt (he loves greek yogurt) and some crackers.
After returning from my company's skit practice in The Woodland's and picking him up from the Zaruba's, I went by HEB to pick up a favorite of my mom's. Chicken Noodle Soup. He loves it. After warming it up, placing an ice cube in it to cool it for him after scooping some in a little mug from the stove, he ate. He smiled. My heart warmed like the soup to his soul. All was good for a few minutes as he asked me to sit with him while he ate his soup.
My grace is sufficient for you...One Day At A Time!
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