Wednesday, November 9, 2011
We have had a pretty crazy week! Thankfully we were able to get Jeremy's truck (okay it is an SUV, but we call it a truck:) fixed and we went to Chicago on Friday. On the way we stopped and ate supper with me mom, dad, and brother. Emma got her birthday present from Grandma which was her monkey bedding. I am not sure when she started liking monkeys, but that is what she wanted. Chloe is wanting Minnie Mouse bedding (which Grandma already purchased) for Christmas. Sam wanted Cars stuff and I found a great sale on the old Cars bedding when the new Cars 2 stuff came out. It is weird, but not since they were babies have I gotten them bedding that they wanted. We have just been using the sheets and comforters we had. Anyway, we got to Chicago Friday night and the kids were in awe at all the buildings and lights and traffic! Chloe was relieved that they had a McDonald's, but was upset that we did not see a Wal-Mart anywhere:) We stayed with a family that we stayed with last time and we were overwhelmed by their generosity. Saturday we met with some people who already live in ALbany Park and are trying to make an impact in that neighborhood. They were great! We then went back to the house and our college friends who live in Chicago came over with their four boys. You can read about their life here. It was house full of kids, but it was great to visit with them and it was great that my kids met some new friends. That afternoon we drove around Chicago. We took the kids by Wrigley Field and some other landmarks. My poor Emma had not been feeling very well the past few days. We thought it was just drainage. We were driving around and she started coughing and we knew what was going to happen next. I quickly grabbed an empty McDonalds cup and she got sick! It was mostly mucus (I know gross) so we still figured it was just from drainage.
We got back to the house and Emma and I went to bed early. All night I tossed and turned and did not feel too good. Sunday morning I felt terrible. My throat was hurting so bad and my whole body ached. My mind went directly back to all the struggles I have been having these past few weeks. We were having an awesome weekend and we were about to go to church to be with some awesome people who were going to be helping us on this journey and I just wanted to cry I felt so bad. I got myself together and we started to pack up to leave. What I am about to say I almost did not want to put it in because it makes me so sick... but Jeremy, one of the boys we were staying with, and Sam were taking things to the truck. I guess Jeremy had come back in and did not see the boys. A few minutes later the boys came back in and the other boy says, 'Sam almost got hit by a car." I saw Sam's face and I knew he was shaken up. He put the stuff in the truck and started to cross the street without looking. The car had to slam on his brakes not to hit him. (SHUDDER) In that moment I held him and just cried and I thought that is it " This place is too dangerous to raise my kids!" My thoughts once again went back to the issues I have been wrestling with and I should have been ready for an attack on my kids. Growing up as a preacher's kid I was very much aware that the first targets are the pastor's wife and then his kids. I have been praying extra for God's protection over my kids these past weeks and they needed it. I once again had to remind myself that God is taking care of us, in the country and the city. Okay, moving on before I totally loose it! We went on to church and had a great service and then we headed home. Honestly, I did not know how I was going to make the 8 hour trip home. I was beyond miserable. I took a big dose of Nyquil hoping I could just sleep, but that did not work. We drove for about an hour and we were in the town I grew up in. I told Jeremy that I needed to see a doctor. I called my brother, who works for a hospital, and told me where there was a walk-in clinic. My mom and dad were finishing up lunch and met us over at the clinic. They saw Emma and myself and we both had strep throat. We made the call to stay at my parents house Sunday night and travel back to TN on Monday. As we traveled Monday, I was surprised that I was not feeling much better. Yesterday Emma and I stayed in again and yesterday afternoon I started feeling terrible again and my fever went back up. I made an appointment and found out that the type of strep I had was resistant to the medicine I was on (SIGH). I got on some new medicine and I am happy to report that I am so much better today. Emma and I stayed in one more day, but will be going back to school tomorrow. Although I have felt terrible, it was a nice few days with Emma. I will post more tomorrow but my little Emma bug will be 5 years old tomorrow! Just cannot believe it!
Here are a couple of pictures from our weekend. I only took a few and the girls had some serious "hair in the face issues."
We got back to the house and Emma and I went to bed early. All night I tossed and turned and did not feel too good. Sunday morning I felt terrible. My throat was hurting so bad and my whole body ached. My mind went directly back to all the struggles I have been having these past few weeks. We were having an awesome weekend and we were about to go to church to be with some awesome people who were going to be helping us on this journey and I just wanted to cry I felt so bad. I got myself together and we started to pack up to leave. What I am about to say I almost did not want to put it in because it makes me so sick... but Jeremy, one of the boys we were staying with, and Sam were taking things to the truck. I guess Jeremy had come back in and did not see the boys. A few minutes later the boys came back in and the other boy says, 'Sam almost got hit by a car." I saw Sam's face and I knew he was shaken up. He put the stuff in the truck and started to cross the street without looking. The car had to slam on his brakes not to hit him. (SHUDDER) In that moment I held him and just cried and I thought that is it " This place is too dangerous to raise my kids!" My thoughts once again went back to the issues I have been wrestling with and I should have been ready for an attack on my kids. Growing up as a preacher's kid I was very much aware that the first targets are the pastor's wife and then his kids. I have been praying extra for God's protection over my kids these past weeks and they needed it. I once again had to remind myself that God is taking care of us, in the country and the city. Okay, moving on before I totally loose it! We went on to church and had a great service and then we headed home. Honestly, I did not know how I was going to make the 8 hour trip home. I was beyond miserable. I took a big dose of Nyquil hoping I could just sleep, but that did not work. We drove for about an hour and we were in the town I grew up in. I told Jeremy that I needed to see a doctor. I called my brother, who works for a hospital, and told me where there was a walk-in clinic. My mom and dad were finishing up lunch and met us over at the clinic. They saw Emma and myself and we both had strep throat. We made the call to stay at my parents house Sunday night and travel back to TN on Monday. As we traveled Monday, I was surprised that I was not feeling much better. Yesterday Emma and I stayed in again and yesterday afternoon I started feeling terrible again and my fever went back up. I made an appointment and found out that the type of strep I had was resistant to the medicine I was on (SIGH). I got on some new medicine and I am happy to report that I am so much better today. Emma and I stayed in one more day, but will be going back to school tomorrow. Although I have felt terrible, it was a nice few days with Emma. I will post more tomorrow but my little Emma bug will be 5 years old tomorrow! Just cannot believe it!
Here are a couple of pictures from our weekend. I only took a few and the girls had some serious "hair in the face issues."
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