sick...

Well, it was inevitable. An unavoidable part of motherhood, I know. But it has finally come. I have been vomited on. Repeatedly. Not just milky baby spit up; that doesn't count. This was the real deal.

We somehow managed to avoid or fight off vomit-inducing stomach bugs until now, and I've always been grateful. I am much more grateful now, and am praying that we go another 2 1/2 years before another one hits. The last 24 hours were pretty yucky. I guess this is "the rest" I mentioned last time. I think we're past the worst of it, though. It seems to have progressed to the diaper side of things, which I must say I prefer - it's far less likely to end up covering every article of clothing I have on. (I don't mind going back to pullups for a day or two AT ALL!)

However, the real story is how, as we always said when Andrew and Caleb were new, God gives you the grace for what He gives you. I didn't sleep much last night, but somehow, I still woke up to Jaden whispering my name after he joined the "festivities" in the middle of the night, right after Caleb seemed to have finally settled in to sleep a little more restfully and I thought I might actually get an hour or two of sleep. And I was amazed - one of my biggest fears before our children arrived was that I was too hard of a sleeper; I'd never be able to hear them when they needed me, especially if I was tired. So, I'm going to go take a nap now, while everyone else is sleeping, and rest knowing that my crazy "mommy ears" that hear the slightest peep are just another revelation of the way our Father hears us... He doesn't miss anything. And even better? HE doesn't get tired.