Four Men and a Baby.
It was around 9:00. Our evening was coming to a close. I waved my arms in time to the music as 100 some kids and teens sang, “My Jesus is Real.” I kept my eyes mostly down, not that familiar yet with this song. I thought it had been a good night. Our first “dress rehearsal” for the Christmas Program at church. I had been nervous. As I always am on these nights. It had certainly been bathed in prayer. I felt it. And felt God had answered with the “smoothness” of the night – all considering. :)
With my focus on the music. My thoughts absorbed with details of changes, announcement, reminders, I didn’t notice the commotion on the left side of the stage. Karla Crise went whizzing by. I stepped back. “Must be some kids that need repositioning,” I thought as I saw her hurry over. She knelt down. Suddenly I saw the white (I think it was white… ish?) glob on the floor. Did someone? Oh no! I watched her and continued waving my arms.
I turned to the girls behind me on the front pew. “Was someone sick?” They nodded. I turned back around and continued leading. I thought it must have been one of Karla’s boys, since she was cleaning it up.”Who was it?,” I turned back to ask. “Ben.” I immediately stopped waving my arms. “MY Ben?” They nodded.
What? Where? I felt horrible. He was right in the front. Why hadn’t I seen him? That’s one of those moments you feel your heart sink as a mommy… my baby needed me and I wasn’t there! I quickly handed over the direction to Emily, and raced back to where Ben was.
Lucky I have four brothers! Which means the kids have four very doting, caring uncles. Later to find out, Uncle Scott and Uncle Jeff had seen it all and hurriedly went, picked him up, and whisked him away. I was touched with how these big, strong guys were gently soothing him. Not minding about the puke or germs. That meant the world to me – I’m very blessed!
A few minutes later they walked us out to the car. I felt like a celebrity being attacked by the paparazzi… only not with pictures, with questions. “Miss. Amber what about….” “Miss. Amber can I….” Scott and Jeff guided me through the kids and got us safely in the car. Which was lined with black trash bags – thanks Lizzie! :)
On the way home I asked Ben…
“When did you start feeling sick?”
“When we went up for the last song. I told Jacob Tolle my belly was hurting really bad…”
“And what did he say?”
“He said, ‘That’s a bummer!’ Then I felt something coming up my throat. I tried to make it go back down, but it just came out! Then I heard a boy behind me say, ‘Whoa!’ “
“Whoa,” is right! The stomach flu has officially settled in at the Hutchins house. Yes. Katie too.
But I had went to bed prepared. Putting on my warmest pajama pants and long sleeve t-shirt, so when I jumped up I was ready – and warm! Lining the floor beside their beds with towels. The hall way too. The Lysol sat on the dresser. Like a gun ready to shoot at the impostrous germs! Purell in every room! :)
It was WAR! The battle of the bug! And I wasn’t giving up without fight. :) It was a long night. Why is it that kids always seem to get sick at night? Things seem so much better during the day. Although the living room looks like an infirmary now. Pans. Towels. Cups of Sprite. Piles of DVD’s. Blankets. Wash cloths.
Well, for now sick kiddos are sleeping kiddos. So all is quiet. I hope the worse is behind us .
Which speaking of behind… :) Here’s a story from earlier in the week….
Emma actually is the one who started this in our home, (which she probably got from her little friend Grace. But, that’s okay. It’s a small price to pay for such a sweet friend :) And what comes from Emma taking Gracie’s cracker away from her and eating it!) So, Monday night she was sick. The next morning she seemed better. I had an appointment that I was just going to cancel but ended up going at the last minute. Mom went with me. Dad assured me it was fine. He and the boys could handle it. A few hours later I got a call from Nate….
Emma had blown her diaper out. Guess it was coming out the other end now! And in the rush to leave that morning I hadn’t packed extra clothes. I couldn’t get away just then. So, I told them to throw her clothes in the wash and stick something on her.
When I got back to their house this was the outfit they had chose. They said they thought she looked like an angel. I kind of agreed….
… our stinky little angel!
Emma started saying her first words last week, beside “Da-Da” and “Ma-Ma.”
Guess what they were?
Nate, Jeff, and Danny.
Which sounds more like, “Na, Ef, Anny.”
When she was sick Monday night she would lay her head on my shoulder and just say their names over and over. It was pitiful. But so sweet. Like she was calling them to come rescue her. And if they had been there they certainly would have. :)
Well, that’s all from this house at the moment. Time to head out for more Sprite. Now everyone go and wash your hands really, really good.
Wishing you a bug-free Holiday Season….