Slamming Chunks!

Does that gross you out? Imagine the chunks that are slammed are all over you....
Lauren complained that her neck hurt yesterday. I wasn't too concerned because she was not running a fever and was acting fine. However, at 4 a.m. this morning she crawled into our bed and was burning up. I dosed her with some acetaminophen and kept her close. This morning she was saying her neck hurt again. So I didn't hesitate to call her doctor. I got her in this morning. While we were in the waiting room, she started moaning and before I could do anything, she was puking all over me. I always pack a changed of clothes for the girls and put it in the diaper bag. Note to mothers with sick children......pack some for yourself, too. That was the most uncomfortable feeling. It turned cold rather quickly and stayed wet until I was able to get home and change. Lauren is doing fine. She still has a fever, but she seems to be feeling better. At least we ruled out meningitis. That's what had me concerned.
I'm a worrier when my children are ill. I'm sure I'm not alone in this, mothers. Last year, Lauren had a febrile seizure. It was the single most frightening experience of my life. I know there are parents out there who would probably say, "Oh, that's no big deal." However, for us, we had no idea what was happening to her. One minute she is taking a sip of juice, the next she is arched over the seat of the shopping cart. She's not breathing. Her lips are purple and her eyes are rolled in the back of her head. We cannot get her to respond. Did I mention we are in the middle of a rather empty Publix parking lot and our cell phone isn't getting good service? I did what any crazed mother would do, I started screaming at the top of my lungs for help. Eric was holding her, talking to her. Her eyes were totally vacant. I had never heard of young children doing this when a fever spikes too quickly. I thought I had just lost my child. She started breathing again, but there was nothing there. She was gone and so was I..... I don't know if you are ever fully prepared to lose your children, but that occurrence gave me a taste of what other parents have unfortunately experienced. The ambulance got there, not very quickly, however. I climbed into the back with her and I heard the most beautiful sound. Crying. It's a sign of life. She was terrified, but she was alert. Her temperature, at that moment, was 104.7. I have recognized this as just another reason to believe in God. To think that our bodies are designed to flip a switch when our temperature goes too high, too fast. How can some not see our Beautiful, Awesome, Wonderful Creator in things like this. The doctors never did find out what was wrong with Lauren, but I have never fallen to my knees faster to plead with my Heavenly Father to spare her. Why can't I do this in the simple, everyday, mundane things? He's interested in that stuff just as much as a crisis. He wants to be intimately involved in our lives every moment of everyday.
Well, this blog took a turn I didn't expect. I pray this story will, somehow, speak to someones heart. Jesus will continue to knock on your heart until you breathe your last breath. Won't you let Him come in?