It’s 3 o’clock in the morning and for the 3rd night in a row a little girl comes down crying and coughing. Her breathing is wheezy, Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are so tired.
We have had a permanent pallet on our floor for so many nights.
We fall into parenting without missing a beat. We take temps, administer medicine, give water, hold, cuddle, kiss, pray over and she sleeps.
5:45…”mommy…” she then proceeds to ask me a question. I have no idea what she is talking about! I’m not even sure if I’m dreaming or awake!
7:00 a.m…”mommy, I\’m awake.”
We are all awake.
The day passes. Nothing stops. We head to the doctor, the pharmacy, gotta make breakfast, lunch, plan dinner. I help my children with school, I wash dishes, I work on projects. I give medicine, check temperatures and make sure lots of liquids are being consumed. I prepare dinner, take one to piano, take another to swim practice.