Last Thursday was one of those days when it’s hard to think positive or feel grateful. I was on day 4 of 5 with the antibiotics for a urinary tract infection (UTI) but the symptoms still persisted. My lower stomach was bloated, the constant urge to run to the bathroom persisted, and I had a headache to go with the body aches. This is what happens when I neglect my health needs over time; I’m learning this lesson the painful way. Getting UTI is my body’s way of telling me that I need to sleep more and eat more regularly.
This summer stirred up a mixture of emotions for me. Because Ellis needs to be clear of any respiratory illness for a month before her heart cath procedure in July, we avoided outings that involved lots of kids or indoor spaces where germs can linger. This means we stay home often and we seek out things to do in open spaces. I was heartbroken that both my kids would miss out on typical summer fun for kids. So in my haste, I tried to compensate by squeezing in outings to the farm, library, bookstores, and coffee shops. The pressure was all in my head. The kids have no idea that I wring my hands in the morning at the thought of staying home all day again and feel like they are missing out on life.
That Friday morning I was reluctant to start the day. But when I opened my eyes, I saw two kids smiling and sitting on the floor. When Ellis heard me, she turned to me cheerfully and in her high squeaky voice said, “Mommy wake up! It’s morning time.” I moaned silently.
We trekked down the stairs trying not to fall over the many favorite blankies they held in their arms. Once they started playing with their dinosaur toys, I plopped down on the couch and tried to fall back asleep. Few minutes later, Elliot poked my arm and motioned that he wanted to whisper in my ear: “I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’m really hungry.” He knows that those words get me up every time.
While scrambling eggs I mumbled an emergency prayer to God. It was a hodgepodge of words asking God for energy, patience, a new attitude, some reprieve, and for the day to go fast. I’ve prayed similar prayers in my desperation and he always brings relief in myriad ways. I’m not sure how it unfolds but previous experiences show me it’s a combination of various things: my attitude becomes more optimistic; my physical tiredness improves; the kids become more cooperative; unexpected help or encouragement arrives; we all take a nap.
I’m not sure what changed specifically this time, but the quality of our day changed for the better. Once again, I am amazed that He answers prayers. As a longtime Christian this shouldn’t come as a surprise, but it never ceases to amaze me. My faith is little, but he keeps showing me that He is a big, omnipotent God who cares, listens to, and answers inarticulate prayers like mine. He really is awesome!
Update on the UTI: Day 5 of antibiotics was a wonderful day. The symptoms finally subsided and I could stay away from the bathroom longer than 5 minutes.