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Friday, September 2, 2005
sick sick sick... (literally)
I've been sick since Monday. It was the worst. With fever, chills, headaches, nausea, a sharp pain in my side, dizziness, a ringing in my ears... in short, the whole caboodle. At the height of it, I seriously thought I was going to die. But then, I would fight it and try and get better, even if just for an hour, so that I can see my kids... I missed them. They were my strength. My hubby was my rock, though. He made sure I was ok. Forcing me to sleep in a sweater, jogging pants and socks (!) so that I would "sweat out the fever"... sigh... But it worked! He's a sweetie.
A miracle happened while I was sick. On my second day of being sick (Tuesday), I couldn't take not playing with the kids anymore, so I went up to see them - just for 20 minutes. The day after that, two of them had fever and the beginnings of what I hoped was not pneumonia. I'm very familiar with pneumonia because of the kids. Micael's fever was so high and he was so sick that he couldn't sleep well. He would moan in pain in his sleep. My poor baby... My heart broke when I held him (he was soo hot) and I felt terrible that I might have infected them. Gabe seemed ok, just that he had a fever. I prayed that night for Mama Mary to watch over all my babies and let them have "healing sleep". Also for the yayas to have the patience and love and good sleep so that they aren't short tempered with the kids and no one suffers from bad moods.
On Thursday, it was like Gabe wasn't sick at all! No fever, nothing! Micael also had no fever, he was clear-eyed, rested and in a great mood! The only sign that he was sick the day before was that he had almost no voice. But today, Friday, it was like nothing! He's back to normal! It really was a miracle and answered prayer for me. I couldn't stop thanking Mama Mary and Jesus for listening to me and for giving me what I had asked for. I know that their recovery would not have been possible that quickly and pretty much painlessly without Their help.
I'm back at work now and it's not as bad as I feared. It's not easy being here, but it's also not as painful as I thought. My headeache isn't recurring too badly. Just a dull ache. Maybe I'm really (finally!) getting better!
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
PTA with Micael's teacher
Tab and I went to CPC today for a PTA with Micael's teacher. I thought it would take 30-45 minutes, at the most. We were there for nearly 2 hours! Nice because I learned how Micael behaves in school. He's very curious about his surroundings and is always taking walks to other classrooms, saying Hi to the other teachers. Pretty much joining their class, if he likes it too! They don't mind having him, which is good! haha He's gotten the most difficult lesson - Mr. Different - down pat! Teacher Joanne says that on the first day, he knew exactly which one was different (i.e. 3 fire trucks and 1 turtle - he would pick out the turtle!) One day, when he finished his worksheet ahead of everyone else, he even tried to teach his classmate! CUTE!!!! Teacher Joanne seems to love him and I like how she talks about him. She mentions that he always gives her a hug... That demonstrates that he likes her back! (Tab says that as long as it's a girl asking for a hug, he'll give it! But I think that he genuinely likes her! hahaha)
She showed us his worksheets and talked about his art projects. How when he goes missing from her class, she knows pretty much where to look - at the sandbox area, the bahay kubo, the computer room or the classrooms upstairs! He listens very well, making sure to follow the instructions (in music class) and is very, very cooperative when it comes to participating there!
He doesn't really vocalize at school, but today, during Music class, he was actually singing along to the song, dancing along with everyone else and in general having a good time! My heart was so full, I was suprised it didn't burst out of my chest! My baby is growing up... I look at him now and I wonder and am awed that I was blessed with him. I remember when I wasn't sure that I was pregnant and I consecrated my yet-unknown baby to Jesus on the cross. And there he is, in front of me, jumping, laughing and having fun.
My love for him is boundless. This must be what it's like for God. The way He loves us. How perfect is this love. How perfect is the Heart of God to love us this way.
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