Count your blessings, not your worries. Psalm 34

Today we had our first real scare with the Sader-potater (as her daddy likes to call her). I got a call from the daycare saying that her temp was terribly high, so I rushed over there and headed straight to the emergency room. My mom met me there because Josh has been really overwhelmed with work right now.

(This next part is not for the faint of heart)

Just as we went to sit down with Sade to wait for the dr. to call her name, she threw up ALL over. Imagine the scene from the Exorcist when Linda Blair freaks out and starts vomiting? Now imagine not a possessed girl but a very sick little baby doing that. Done and done. There I stand covered in vomit from my hair, face, arms, clothes, Sade covered, two chairs, the floor with a room full of sick and injured watching this entire scene take place. I have never been so mortified in my life, but at the same time never realized until that moment how much I truly would do anything for my sweet sweet baby girl. Luckily I had brought a change of clothes for Sade in the diaper bag that I remembered to grab from daycare, and my mom ran to my house to get a change of clothes for me, so I only had to sit with those on for about an hour. (Did I mention we were there for over 4?!?! Now that we are home, it is kind of funny (definately not at the time. The emergency room is a hopping place on Thursday afternoons) We finally saw the dr and Sade could have a number of things, it could be the beginning of an ear infection, it could be a virus, she was definately dehydrated. It turns out the temp that I was told was off a few degrees, which for babies, that would, and could, make a huge difference. I had every reason to be completely worried but it wasn't as bad as we had intially thought. Thankfully. Sade definately was sicker than I had ever seen her before, even when she gave us all the flu over Easter. All she wanted to do was sleep, she wouldn't grin or giggle, she didn't wave her arms or make any noise at all. Those of you who have been around Sade for any length of time, you know that she makes a lot of noise and is constantly moving.

I began to realize a lot of things sitting in that waiting room, and one of them is something I have been telling myself over and over again. The last few nights Sadie and I have been going on walks all over the neighborhood and beyond. It's our time together and it gets us out of the house. There's a church on our route with a sign out front that says "Count your blessings, not your worries" Pslam 34. So true. How often are we more worried about what we don't have, or what we want or what we can't control than what's right in front of us. Being so worried about Sade made that all come to the forefront. Being in that waiting room and watching all sorts of people come in made me so thankful for the type of parents and childhood I had growing up. It made me so thankful to have the healthy (majority of the time) baby I have. Tonight as I sleep I will be counting my blessings, not my worries.

On a lighter note, we had been very busy this week between dinner parties and visits with old friends. A good friend Mike is leaving for law school this week so we made sure we spent time with him before he left. Also, it so happened that Sade was visiting Mommy at work on Wednesday when our good friends Billy, Emily, and Joe stopped in. Joe just got back from spending 4 months in Rome and is headed back to Notre Dame for the fall and Bill and Em just got back from a year in England on their way to living in Austin! All these world travelers! I also happened to take a picture of Sade in the waiting room which to some might sound a little odd. I was trying to make her feel better because she loves to have her picture taken. You can see for yourself, not so much this time...

Tater and her big brother Josh

Cheerio! Sadie with our "English" friend Emily :)

Sade and Joe. Sade is learning the proper techniques for cheering for the Fighting Irish.. or learning the Baltimore Catechism, we aren't sure :)

This is the infamous hospital pic. Notice she's not even looking at the camera. It might be because we have been there for 12346754 hours in this picture....