#1 is sick. I was sick, but I am getting SO much better. Hod has been sick too. I'm not sure why, but I just thought that #1 was at the same point in this sickness as I was... meaning that she was getting a lot better. However, today, I learned that I was wrong. It's been a long day. We missed church, cause she is SO sick. She hasn't been able to breathe well, cause she was so congested. Her diapers made me very concerned about dehydration. She hasn't been able to sleep, so she's kind of just been a beast. I've felt so bad for her!
#1 doesn't cry herself to sleep yet. But we're getting close to that. During the time that we've lived in this apartment (a whole 8 days!) this has been our bedtime routine: We get on pj's, read, sing songs, pray, and then have a last bottle. She normally falls asleep during the last bottle. (I know, you're not supposed to let that happen... but it works for us.) Now, it used to be, that after I took the bottle out of her mouth, I'd wait another... 15-20 min until I was SURE she was very deep asleep, then I would move her the 1 1/2 ft to her own bed. However, in this apartment, right after I take the bottle out of her mouth, I stand up, and put her in her crib. She wakes up during this, but I just leave the room and she goes back to sleep.
We tried that today, but as I was giving her her bottle, instead of the long, relaxed breathing that normally accompanies sleep, there were very short, laborious breathes. When I put her in her crib, and she woke up, she didn't go back to sleep. She was so sad. And crying... loud. As I listened at her door, I realized that not only was she sad, but I could hear her struggle to breathe. It has been such a long, hard day, and I wondered if we just needed to run to the Emergency Room. My poor baby couldn't breathe!
I said a little prayer, asking for guidance, and was reminded of something. I have, in my house, a man who has been given power from God to heal. He has the Priesthood, and can use it to bless those around him. I ran to my hubby and told him my concern. Then I asked him, "Will you please give her a blessing?" This was done. As I cuddled #1 close afterwords, and got her back to sleep, I noticed a change. As she calmed down, I could literally hear her nasal passages clearing up. Instead of short, laborious breathes, she was taking long, calm ones. I was able to put her in her crib and leave my sweet baby in the room with just a cute, quiet snore letting me know that yeah, she's still a little sick, but she is breathing.
What a blessing this is in my life. How great it is, that a loving Heavenly Father has given worthy men the power to bless others. I know that #1 is still sick, but she finally resting. Her little body is getting the rest, and air, that she needs to heal. I am so glad to have Hod in my life and for his dedication to living a Christlike life so he can bless us.
My life is pretty great.