Just got back from the doctor w/ LoML. On Wednesday, her dad took her to the doctor for some routine follow up on the meds she takes. She was getting over a cold but everything was clear in her lungs. So they decided to give her four vaccines. Bad, scary ouchies and lots of guilt on my part when she looked at me with those big brown eyes of hers and told me her daddy "held her "duro" (hard) and didn't say, "ya, ya, ya"--the soothing sounds all Latino mamas know to make in one of those moments. She was puny on Thursday morning so we kept her home. By the afternoon she was running high fever. A quick call to our beloved Dr. D was reassuring: not unusual with that many vaccines but if the fever continues for more than 48 hours, she needs to be seen.
So, when this morning at 2:00 AM her fever was at 103.7, I said another prayer of thanksgiving for our amazing Dr. D who has office hours on Saturday morning. LoML has pneumonia. Probably, her defenses were down anyhow and the shots made it worse. A little lower oxygen saturation and she'd have been hospitalized. Spouseman's going out of town tomorrow or the day after. I have an absolutely hellacious work week ahead. And I'm the preacher tomorrow morning which means I am up at the crack of dawn to celebrate at the 8:00 AM service.
Any lovely motherly kind of sermon is out the window. No mother's day sermon for me, no sirree. I'm going to focus on being one instead...and then preach about the winds of God. I'll post my sermon tomorrow.