Dry

My blog presence has been sparse this week. I know. Braeden has been sick.

You'd think that being home with a sick kid would give me more time to blog, but no. You see, he is male. And the male species is well-known for their dramatization of even the slightest symptoms of illness.

All joking aside, Braeden really isn't doing well. When my boy gets sick, he has a very hard time keeping even water down. So he avoids drinking. No matter how often I remind him to drink, the tiny sips he takes just aren't enough. So what began as a mild stomach virus has now turned into serious dehydration. This morning's plans include a visit to the local hospital for a quick treatment of IV fluids.

It's a vicious cycle: nausea - loss of fluids - fear of taking anything in - further loss of fluids - dehydration causing nausea - etc. Based on previous experience, I expect his nausea to abate and his feelings of thirst to return before they finish pushing through the whole IV bag. His appetite should return tonight, and by Sunday or Monday he'll be a new man.

But for today, this tired momma and sick little man would appreciate some prayers. The hospital experience, the eternal wait, the needle poke - all these things add up to more wearing down.

I keep reminding myself of my memory verse for this half of the month...

Come to Me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.~Matthew 11:28-30