I am wife to a magnificent man and mother to five wonderful children. Three of my children were born in the Northwest and two were born thousands of miles away in Liberia, West Africa. Birthplace is no matter, all of my children were born in my heart. This is our journey.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

The sick couch.

My kids all know that if you are sick, really sick, not just sniffles sick, you get a sick couch made for you. It's one thing in our house that makes being sick worth it.

Blankets are laid down first, then your favorite pillows are brought. A blanket is laid on the floor and the all important bucket arrives. There are cups of chicken broth and gingerale and blankets to cover you up. Em had the worst kind of sick. 103 degree temperature and throwing up. She felt terrible.
But there is nothing like that sick couch with everyone doting on you and reading to you to make things somewhat tolerable. It was short lived and she was the only one who got sick. Can I hear a Hallelujah and Amen? Thank you.

2 comments:

Lori in KY said...

Oh, hallelujah and AMEN! Love it when the sickies come and only ONE child gets it! It's so hard when it travels through the whole family, isn't it? Glad it was short-lived!

Stacy said...

That was always my favorite part of being sick--- getting to be on the couch and taken care of. :)