Tuesday, March 19, 2019
Wednesday, March 13, 2019
Sweet little hands
Sunday, February 10, 2019
Matthew's touch from God
On February 1st, Derek got sick. He ended up with a fever and congestion, which quickly spread to all the children. For two weeks, they all remained sick.
During this time, I kept Cherish, Andrew, and Matthew on the couch, as they were the sickest, and I needed to be able to administer their medicines multiple times during the night.
On Saturday night, February 9th, after Matthew's fever had gone away, I began doing my rounds, checking on the children before bed. It was around 11:30 p.m. and Matthew had woken up and was vomiting. Without noise. Andrew--who was awake from being ill--called for me.
Matthew's eyes were open, but without noise or jerking, he was throwing up. He was on his back, so I turned him to his side.
I ran for towels.
I came back to see him staring at me, and I tried to scoop up some of the vomit with the towels. He began throwing up again, without any flinching. He was eerily still and staring at me. I stood up--trying not to vomit myself--and ran to begin filling the tub with soapy water.
I ran back while hoping he had finished vomiting, so I could scoop him up and take him to the tub.
He was still looking at me. I began to scoop him up, and he began throwing up again. My stomach was too queasy.
I called for Derek to scoop him up and bring him to the tub. Derek had a hard time holding him without getting sick himself, so together, we carried him to the tub. I stood him up in the tub, since he was covered in vomit, and began taking off his clothes (while Derek began cleaning up his bedding).
When I took off Matthew's diaper, he was having diarrhea as well. He collapsed in the tub, and I could hardly hold his head up as I was also trying to clean him up.
I began draining the tub to clean it out and to get fresh water for Matthew.
Matthew indicated he wanted to lie down in the tub, and since there was hardly any water in the tub, I let him lie down on his back.
His eyes rolled backward.
I put a hand towel over his body, and turned on the shower head of the tub. I had to rinse out the tub, even though I knew Matthew HATES the shower-head hose being turned on. (He is scared of it.)
Fully expecting him to start screaming from the shower hose being turned on, I turned to look at him. The only part of his eyes I could see was the white of his eyes.
I began asking him if he was okay. He did not respond. I began rubbing his skin and spraying his hair and body to get the vomit off--expecting Matthew to scream. He neither screamed nor flinched.
I kept asking: "Matthew, are you OK? Matthew! Can you hear me?" He would not respond.
I yelled: "Matthew can you hear you me?" His eyes would roll back to normal position, he would grunt in response, and then his eyes would roll right back again.
This happened several times as I watched his body drain of all color.
He looked as if he was dead.
My first thought was: "I need to call rescue!" While the answer within me was instantaneous: "Not until you call on the Great Physician."
I did just that. I began praying over him in the name of Jesus Christ, asking Him to heal Matthew.
Color began coming back into his body.
As I continued to pray, I finished cleaning him up and scooped him up out of the tub.
I dressed him while he remained asleep, and I stayed with him though the night.
This picture was taken of Matthew. this morning.
During this time, I kept Cherish, Andrew, and Matthew on the couch, as they were the sickest, and I needed to be able to administer their medicines multiple times during the night.
On Saturday night, February 9th, after Matthew's fever had gone away, I began doing my rounds, checking on the children before bed. It was around 11:30 p.m. and Matthew had woken up and was vomiting. Without noise. Andrew--who was awake from being ill--called for me.
Matthew's eyes were open, but without noise or jerking, he was throwing up. He was on his back, so I turned him to his side.
I ran for towels.
I came back to see him staring at me, and I tried to scoop up some of the vomit with the towels. He began throwing up again, without any flinching. He was eerily still and staring at me. I stood up--trying not to vomit myself--and ran to begin filling the tub with soapy water.
I ran back while hoping he had finished vomiting, so I could scoop him up and take him to the tub.
He was still looking at me. I began to scoop him up, and he began throwing up again. My stomach was too queasy.
I called for Derek to scoop him up and bring him to the tub. Derek had a hard time holding him without getting sick himself, so together, we carried him to the tub. I stood him up in the tub, since he was covered in vomit, and began taking off his clothes (while Derek began cleaning up his bedding).
When I took off Matthew's diaper, he was having diarrhea as well. He collapsed in the tub, and I could hardly hold his head up as I was also trying to clean him up.
I began draining the tub to clean it out and to get fresh water for Matthew.
Matthew indicated he wanted to lie down in the tub, and since there was hardly any water in the tub, I let him lie down on his back.
His eyes rolled backward.
I put a hand towel over his body, and turned on the shower head of the tub. I had to rinse out the tub, even though I knew Matthew HATES the shower-head hose being turned on. (He is scared of it.)
Fully expecting him to start screaming from the shower hose being turned on, I turned to look at him. The only part of his eyes I could see was the white of his eyes.
I began asking him if he was okay. He did not respond. I began rubbing his skin and spraying his hair and body to get the vomit off--expecting Matthew to scream. He neither screamed nor flinched.
I kept asking: "Matthew, are you OK? Matthew! Can you hear me?" He would not respond.
I yelled: "Matthew can you hear you me?" His eyes would roll back to normal position, he would grunt in response, and then his eyes would roll right back again.
This happened several times as I watched his body drain of all color.
He looked as if he was dead.
My first thought was: "I need to call rescue!" While the answer within me was instantaneous: "Not until you call on the Great Physician."
I did just that. I began praying over him in the name of Jesus Christ, asking Him to heal Matthew.
Color began coming back into his body.
As I continued to pray, I finished cleaning him up and scooped him up out of the tub.
I dressed him while he remained asleep, and I stayed with him though the night.
This picture was taken of Matthew. this morning.
Thank You, Jesus, for healing Matthew of whatever was ailing him!!!!!!
Friday, February 8, 2019
Cherish and Matthew's sweet love
All 6 of my children have come down with fevers, chest congestion, sore throats...but you will always find these two together. For a full week already, they have been inseparable!
Saturday, December 29, 2018
Summarizing December
So, I noticed my last post was on the evening of Thanksgiving. That was a long time ago! Much has transpired!
Derek and I have been working on our house. Literally, every room and closet in the house will have work done to it before we can call it "quit".
We are stripping stain, priming, and painting all the trim (which is ENDLESS!!!!) and doors throughout the house. We are also pulling up all the carpet throughout the house and the tile in the entryway and kitchen. We are doing drywall work (thanks to the kind and gracious Adam Harris for supplies and for teaching us!) and making repairs and updates to the kitchen. In the mean time, Derek and I are working mainly at night when the children are asleep. Thus, we are getting very little sleep.
We put all the tools away before we go to bed, and the next day, I get to re-dust and re-clean all the things I had dusted and cleaned the day before.... It is tiring!
Also, we are moving furniture around constantly as we rid the house of the old flooring, which leads to heavy sorting and organizing....
In addition, in December we had about three weeks of illness, where all the children but 1 got sick--with congestion and fevers up to 106.5*F!
So, our house has looked like a bomb has hit it many times throughout the month of December. Remember, every nook and cranny is getting treated to a makeover, so all closets and every kitchen drawer and cabinet is being emptied.
Therefore, concerning decorating for Christmas, this was a year of not many decorations. We decorated the outside of our house, I made a wreath for our front door, my cousin Laurie Lawrence bought our family a real Christmas tree (so the house could look and smelled like Christmas), and Cherish decorated the children's bathroom and bedrooms with small Christmas trees and lights. It was a year unlike any other.
Some highlights from this Christmas were that my sweet friends Sandra Tabor and Lisa Wilson provided Christmas gifts for my children, my brother Paul and his wife Kelsey rented a condo so that our families could get together for about 24 hours--to spend some quality time together celebrating Christmas, and my mom and sister Jen put together all kinds of games and entertainment for us during our time at the condo. What precious gifts from some amazing family and friends!!
Life has been rough for the last month and a half, but we did take time out to celebrate Cherish and Samuel's birthdays, Cherish and Andrew's "Gotcha Day", visit a nursing home so Cherish and Andrew could play piano with their piano teacher and fellow students.
So, now I leave to put another coat of paint on a door.... Good night, sweet friends!
Derek and I have been working on our house. Literally, every room and closet in the house will have work done to it before we can call it "quit".
We are stripping stain, priming, and painting all the trim (which is ENDLESS!!!!) and doors throughout the house. We are also pulling up all the carpet throughout the house and the tile in the entryway and kitchen. We are doing drywall work (thanks to the kind and gracious Adam Harris for supplies and for teaching us!) and making repairs and updates to the kitchen. In the mean time, Derek and I are working mainly at night when the children are asleep. Thus, we are getting very little sleep.
We put all the tools away before we go to bed, and the next day, I get to re-dust and re-clean all the things I had dusted and cleaned the day before.... It is tiring!
Also, we are moving furniture around constantly as we rid the house of the old flooring, which leads to heavy sorting and organizing....
In addition, in December we had about three weeks of illness, where all the children but 1 got sick--with congestion and fevers up to 106.5*F!
So, our house has looked like a bomb has hit it many times throughout the month of December. Remember, every nook and cranny is getting treated to a makeover, so all closets and every kitchen drawer and cabinet is being emptied.
Therefore, concerning decorating for Christmas, this was a year of not many decorations. We decorated the outside of our house, I made a wreath for our front door, my cousin Laurie Lawrence bought our family a real Christmas tree (so the house could look and smelled like Christmas), and Cherish decorated the children's bathroom and bedrooms with small Christmas trees and lights. It was a year unlike any other.
Some highlights from this Christmas were that my sweet friends Sandra Tabor and Lisa Wilson provided Christmas gifts for my children, my brother Paul and his wife Kelsey rented a condo so that our families could get together for about 24 hours--to spend some quality time together celebrating Christmas, and my mom and sister Jen put together all kinds of games and entertainment for us during our time at the condo. What precious gifts from some amazing family and friends!!
Life has been rough for the last month and a half, but we did take time out to celebrate Cherish and Samuel's birthdays, Cherish and Andrew's "Gotcha Day", visit a nursing home so Cherish and Andrew could play piano with their piano teacher and fellow students.
So, now I leave to put another coat of paint on a door.... Good night, sweet friends!
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