We had a rough afternoon and night. Emma and Chloe started running a fever late yesterday and just did not feel good. I went to exercise and when I got back I noticed that Emma's face had broken out in red bumps. The red bumps soon appeared on Chloe's face, too. Emma's started to spread to her arms and belly. Chloe's stayed on her face but look worse than Emma's. I called the nurse on call and she told me to give them some Benadryl (which I already did) but it was not helping the spots. We gave them some Tylenol and then watched them through the night. They both cried out several times in the night. They both still have a fever this morning. Emma's spots have dried up but are still visible and Chloe's spots look the same as last night. I called the doctor and I am taking all three to see the doctor. Sam is not as bad as the girls but he is still coughing and his fever returns at night. They may just have a virus but I am not taking any chances. They seem to be acting fine this morning but I know as soon as I decide not to take them to the doctor they will start feeling bad again. The girls look pretty pitiful with all their red spots. We are having Christmas with Jeremy's family this evening so I really hope the girls are not contagious and I hope they are feeling better. Well I need to get everyone ready to go.
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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