Yes, pneumonia has struck. Aaron has it, warranting his first ever antibiotic, and even as I pray that Evan will not succumb, I find myself jumping with furrowed brow at every tiny cough, and wondering why on EARTH I didn't have the doctor take a quick listen to Evan's little lungs yesterday. I am waiting on Michael to come home and listen to see if a trip to Urgent Care is necessary. I don't even want to think about antibiotics and my tiny baby.
And I? I am grumpy with that "sickness is coming" feeling and am begging God to let this be the last sickness in our family for a long, long time. I am discouraged even as I recite Scripture and sing Scripture songs. Please pray for my attitude to be sweet.
No one will be happier to welcome Spring than I. No one.