Last week I threw out my back and this week our baby has hand, foot, and mouth virus. No clue where she got it from. I’ve done all the mom things in letting every parent know that Allie has seen this week and sanitized everything in our home. I’ve set up limited toys for her so it’s an easier sanitation routine each night. I’m giving her any and all medicines/homeopathy that help with the itching and uncomfortableness that our baby is in right now. Also sent my hubby out to buy all the cold and soft foods that we could think of because my girl needs to get something in her belly. And all of my rules around TV and no ice cream for breakfast have gone right out the window. I will do any and everything right now to make sure Allie is fed, hydrated, itching as little as possible, and getting her rest. Even though that meant us all going for a drive last night at 11:45pm. Not what any of us had on the docket or really wanted to do. But she just wouldn’t stop scratching and her eyes were so red from exhaustion. Allie had only gotten an hour and half of sleep the whole day. So I did the only thing that worked when she was a newborn, we went for a drive. And because I was tired and didn’t trust myself to stay awake I asked my hubby to join, which of course he was more than happy to do.
And a car ride that could have been full of nothing but my silent tears turned into one filled with laughter and so many McDonald fries.
With us all being so tired I needed to do something to keep me awake. And my usual methods of rolling down the windows and blasting music weren’t the most conducive for Allie falling asleep so I landed on something to munch on. And at 11:45 there aren’t many options for food. Plus now that I can’t eat dairy or anything super processed it removed a lot of options so McDonald’s fries seemed like the only option. We don’t eat fast food very often and last night man those fries were just hittin the spot for both of us. They were the perfect level of warmth, salt, and crunchiness. It may have been we were both exhausted and I had hit my slap happy stage of exhaustion but we were cracking up in the car. I almost peed my pants from laughing so hard. It was a very weird but wonderful turn of events that turned a midnight drive into a midnight date night.
And though I am sure a post will be coming about my many breakdowns and tears through this battle of hand, foot, and mouth. I am grateful that last night we found some joy in the midst of the trial. I know they say joy is a choice and it definitely was one last night. A choice I was very happy we made. Momma whatever season you may be in I pray that you can find joy, even if it is in something small like hot French fries or laughter with a good friend. Joy makes such a difference. And if it feels like you just can’t find the joy, remember it is a gift of the Holy Spirit and we serve a Jesus who hears our prayers. Ask for the joy in the midst of the trial and I have no doubts Jesus will show up.
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