Overheard

Sage to friends at park:

"My baby brother has eczema. That means he's really sad and my parents are really tired."

Yep...that about sums it up.


P.S. Micah wears satin gloves on his hands and legs that way he can't do as much damage when he scratches

God is watching over all.

I haven't felt much like blogging lately. I like to sleep in my spare time these days but I ought to put a few things down so I don't forget.

Sage, Micah and I spent 5 weeks in Virginia with my family. We went in part to try a new treatment for Micah and in bigger part to be taken care of. It was wonderful to be loved and fed fabulous food and have the chance to nap any time I wanted to and to know that Sage and Micah were well taken care of. One night my parents took Micah all night so I could sleep, my first full night of rest since his birth. I feel so grateful to have such loving parents and siblings. Those weeks were rejuvenating and I felt ready to return home, knowing it would be hard but feeling ready for the challenge.

Thanks to mom's gift giving proclivity we left VA with much more than we came with. This meant that in addition to checking luggage we had to carry on a small suitcase, stroller, cooler (full of milk for M.), Sage's backpack and a purse. When I arrived at the airport I wondered how this day would go. I anticipated that it might be Hades. But....Sage was an angel, cheerful and thrilled to be traveling (ok ok she's almost always cheerful but still...). She either pushed the stroller (heavy laden with the cooler and my purse, her backpack) or pulled the little suitcase all through the airport and onto the plane. All along the way people offered help carrying things. When we got on the plane we randomly chose a seat by a nice looking middle-aged lady...hands down the best decision I've made in a long time. Turns out Terry is a 2nd grade teacher and a mom. Perfect. I warned her that there might be crying, she smiled and said she understood.

Little did she know.

Sage was happy and Micah fussed a little here and there. Pretty soon Micah had a blowout (of the poopy variety). I left a sleeping Sage with Terry and headed to the bathroom. No extra pants so those poopy pants went right back on Micah...poor kid. I returned and Terry told me that Sage woke up, cried a little and went back to sleep...phew!

Halfway through the flight I heard a cough coming from Sage. You know that cough mamas....the dreaded puking cough. I freeze and move like a turtle when crisis comes but thankfully my seatmate was on the ball and had her vomit bag open and handed it to me. I handed Terry a crying, squirming Micah and I managed to get the bag to Sage and Sage took the rest on her clothes. A few wipes, a fresh sweatshirt, a little drink and Sage was good as new.

We settled back into our seats. Pretty soon came Round 2 of puking. Then Round 3. each time Terry held a very unhappy Micah while I cleaned Sage up. What an angel! As we were getting ready to deplane Sage threw up one last time.

The point of this story?

Heavenly Father sent some tender mercies my way...I felt cool as cucumber the whole day in spite of our challenges. He sent kind people to help me make it through the day. One lady I talked to as we waited for our plane to arrive promised to pray for Micah by name. There is so much good in the world and so many kind people.

Every night I sing this little song to Micah:

God has numbered in the sky
All the stars that shine on high
worlds so great and sparrows small,
God is watching over all.

I know he is watching over my little family.