The first week of school was a half week, and she went.
The second week of school was a full week, and she went.
Then they had a week off because of Harvey.
She went to school the fourth week.
Then she got sick and missed Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday of the fifth week.
And now this week, the sixth week, she missed Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.
I had a cold a few days prior to Eden getting sick and got over it quickly, so when she got sick, I just figured she got my cold and would be okay in a couple of days. When hers lingered a little bit longer than mine did, I took her to an urgent care nearby. I was still assuming it was just a cold and didn't think I needed to drive the hour to her pediatrician just for that, but since she was taking a while to get over hers, I thought I would get her checked out. The doctor at the urgent care looked at her for about three seconds, told me she had a cold, and gave me a prescription for steroids. At first she seemed to get better, and since she wasn't running fever anymore, I sent her back to school for a few days. But she went wayyyy downhill, got super weak, lost her appetite, and started losing weight. So earlier this week, we went to see her pediatrician who, after an X-ray, diagnosed her with bronchitis and was furious that the other doctor would give a five year old steroids. Lesson learned! We will not be visiting that urgent care anytime soon and will head straight to the pediatrician when something is up!
So between the chaos of Harvey and Eden being sick the past two weeks, life has been anything but routine. Eden has been on her antibiotics for two days now, and she's doing much, much better. She actually ate dinner last night and breakfast this morning, and I've been forcing pediasure down her throat to try and get some meat back on her bones! She loves her steam showers, I've been slathering essential oils on her chest, and she's been sleeping with the humidifier. I'm praying that she bounces back quickly and that she is back to her old Eden self really soon!
Let's talk about James' Baptism now! James was supposed to be baptized on August 26, 2017. I had everything planned. After the church service, everyone was going to go back to our shop for lunch. Dustin was going to grill chicken and corn to be served with pasta salad. I ordered and paid for four dozen petit fours. I ordered all the flower arrangements for the church and for the tables at our shop. I spent the Sunday before the Baptism cleaning and scrubbing the shop from top to bottom. On the Tuesday before, my friend, Kim, helped me start setting up tables and decorations. We knew at the beginning of that week that there was a tropical storm out there, but they were saying that it MIGHT turn into a Category 1. So nobody was worried about it.
And then the Thursday before his Baptism, everything changed. And the storm intensified. And everybody realized it was going to be a big freaking deal. His Baptism was that Saturday, and they were saying that it was going to hit either Friday night or Saturday morning. So I decided we were going to have to postpone. My mom had to come from Beaumont, one of the Godparents from Pasadena, my grandma and aunt from Katy, my uncle from Austin... obviously I couldn't have all these people on the road during a hurricane! I started trying to figure out another day to have him baptized. I called my uncle (who is the one who baptized him), my mom and dad, the Godparents... The next weekend that worked for everybody was in NOVEMBER!
Meanwhile, Dustin was down in Matagorda helping friends board up their houses and getting our boat to bring home. Cell service is scarce down there, so I couldn't even talk to him.
But I did not want to have to wait all the way until November for his Baptism! His outfit wouldn't even fit by then! So finally I called my dad and said, "Look... everything is ready to go for this weekend. Uncle Al is free THIS weekend to baptize him. I'm just going to have him do it tomorrow before the storm hits, and anybody who can make it can come, and if they can't make it tomorrow, well I'm sorry! But we can't wait until November to baptize him!"
I went down the list of everybody we invited and informed them that the ceremony was now going to take place Friday evening before the hurricane hit so that everybody could get back home before the weather became too terribly bad.
Dustin got home late Thursday night. Actually Friday morning because it was after midnight. I informed him that the Baptism was now taking place that day. We decided to not serve a meal after so that people would have more time to get home before the weather intensified. We spent our morning bringing in every single chair, toy, potted plant, etc from outside. Dustin went to the shop that afternoon and took down a few of my decorations and brought them to the church. I called the florist and told her not to deliver the flowers to me after all, and we decided that she could take them all to a nursing home instead.
James Kyle was baptized on August 25th at 5pm. When it was over, we ate petit fours and a blueberry cobbler in the annex of the church, and then everybody made it safely back home before Harvey hit Texas.
It isn't at all what we originally planned, but it was beautiful and perfect. We welcomed James into the family of God, and God knew all along that it was going to happen on August 25th!
Here are some pictures:
I set James up to take some pictures, and anytime I do that, Ila runs to go get her camera so she can "take pictures" too!
my mom and Mark got him his outfit
His Godparents, Andy and Kim, gave him this bracelet. His initials are engraved on one side, and the (original) Baptismal date is engraved on the other. Kim says it's all Andy's fault that we had to switch dates because after they had the bracelet engraved, Andy jinxed it by saying, "Well, I hope the date doesn't change!"
my water from the River Jordan... Dustin, Eden, Ila, and James have all been baptized with this water now.
had to get another picture of him once we put on his Baptism necklace from my Grandma Jan
My brother up there (on the far left) is not a Godfather... (He is Eden's though)... but he stood in as proxy for Matt, James' Godfather who could not make it that evening.
My Grandpa John's brother, Al, baptized James for us. And it was so incredibly special. He started out by saying, "It is such an honor for me to baptize my beloved brother John's great-grandson." I immediately started crying.
haha! James with (kinda) all his Godparents!
It really was the most perfect, special ceremony!
Also! I tell Eden (and when they get older, I'll tell Ila and James too) about my Grandpa John all the time. This was her first time meeting his brother. When I introduced her to him, she jumped up into his arms and gave him the biggest hug. It was so sweet! Later my Uncle Al sent me a message, and in it he said, "What a joy it was to be greeted so lovingly by your little Eden! I think I received the hug that Grandpa John would have gotten if he could have been there."
Thank you to those of you who came to celebrate our son with us and help welcome him into God's family. And of course, we understand why some of you couldn't be there! A big thank you to Uncle Al who made this Baptism even more special than it already would have been. And a big thank you to Kim for helping me decorate... even though it turned out to be for nothing! haha! To all the Godparents - James is so blessed to have y'all in his life! We love y'all!
Steroids for a cold? That sounds nuts.
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