Spoke too Soon

My sister and her family (along with everyone else around here) got hit with the swine flu last week, and even though we were there most of the day Monday and Tuesday, which is when the first rounds of sickness started, I really thought we had dodged a bullet. People would ask how we were, how me and my back was doing and I could at least say, "at least we haven't come down with the flu." Ha ha.

Last night Jane had a temp of at least 102. She has suddenly developed an overt fear of the ear thermometer and so I tried to do her armpit which is also traumatizing for some reason. I pulled it out after it hit 102 because Jane was really starting to wail. She didn't do too bad last night, I only had to go help her get back to sleep twice, but she woke up a lot, which woke me up and had me all on alert. She did sleep in til almost 8:00, took a two hour nap, AND went to bed at 5:30. Poor thing. She's so sad. I don't mind too much, because she is super cuddly, she'll just lay her head down on whatever part of me is the closest to her.

Although, I am a bit worried, only ever so slightly, about her being sick and a worse-case scenario. If I watched less news (and goodness knows, I watch very little as it is), I'd probably be less worried. But I was thinking today about how little worrying we do over illness and our babies these days. Maybe it's because I recently watched Anne of Green Gables (six hours of pure enjoyment whilst on my back, thanks Bree!) when she saves her bosom friend's baby sister who has the croup, that I realized how blessed we are these days. We bring a child into the world and pretty much assume we will have them their whole lives. How many of us begin pregnancy, labor, and delivery with the bright-eyed expectation of healthy, beautiful child and an intact momma?

That's all, just thinking. And hoping that my new found gratitude will ward of any worst-case scenarios from encroaching on our home. (Eric wants to know if anyone knows where to get some lamb's blood for the door posts...)