Sick Day

On Wednesday, O was sick. She woke up yelling at 6:00 am that she needed a bucket. The rest of the morning was spent sitting with her and running with her to the bathroom to hold her hair back over the toilet. God gave me a really good perspective of compassion for her that morning. We sat quietly together. I built a fort for them out of blankets and O layed down in there between trips to the bathroom.

Is this terrible to say? The sickness knocked down her usual energy level about 50 notches. She was calm, quiet, could think and speak and hear clearly, and was really pleasant to be around! Am I a horrible parent for thinking that?

I'll give you an example. Typically, she chases the dog around all day and bosses her around. Miranda tolerates it, but by the way she growls, it is clear she is unhappy with being told what to do and where to be all the time. We are constantly telling O to be nice to the dog and just play with her with the ball (Miranda's favorite game). On Wednesay, O was too sick to be very bossy. We didn't hear the usual shout "AWANDA, SIT!!!" over and over and over. They just laid together nicely on the ottoman as we watched Sesame Street. It was too cute:



By 11:30, she was feeling better, but still her energy level was way down. It made for a pretty good day.

Oh, and in case you were wondering why I was home all morning, Jenetta went with the social worker and the lawyer to the first court hearing for the girls. This is the beginning of the adoption process which should be completed some time around Christmas. We were all planning on going together, but with the illness, Jenetta just went by herself. Everything is proceeding normally on that front.