We had a nice and quiet Thanksgiving dinner with Hubby's Mom's side of the family. We started early, at around 3 pm, so my man and I even decided(editor's note, Man had nothing to do with this decision...) to take a quick run to Wally World for pajamas for our boys while my sweet SIL babysat for us (we got Skylander jammies - the boys will be absolutely ecstatic on Christmas Eve). It was actually a pretty smooth experience. The store was busy but not crazy and we were in and out in less than 45 minutes (including traveling to the store and back).
Because it went so great, I actually wanted to try Kohls too but the store was a hot mess, so I decided that I don't need any more stuff than we already have.
And for a good reason... Because that night we ended up at the ER of Primary Children's hospital because my little one couldn't breath. Remember I told you that our 1st grader had a croup-sounding cough at the beginning of the week, and we were concerned that we would have to take him to the doctor. Well, he is all better, not even a sign of sickness any more. But apparently, he shared it with his little brother. He was coughing quite a bit but Thanksgiving night he woke up barking like a seal and suffocating. There is not really a treatment for croup, and we tried everything we knew in the book but nothing helped. So at 2am we went to ER...
They gave him some meds to help open up the airways and sent us home. We spent the last two nights taking turns sleeping either on the floor of his room or in a recliner. Today he's finally doing better, eating a little bit and playing, so we are keeping our fingers crossed for a better night (I'm still sleeping on the floor of his room though).
But man, it was scary! It's not the first time for us to deal with croup but this time it was way worse than we've ever had it. We didn't really have a choice whether to go to the ER or not. He definitely needed it.
But because we don't have health insurance, this trip will more than likely deplete most of whatever savings we had left after a long summer. Again, it was not something we would think of twice, but we will go on a strict budget for December and then true bare bones for January. We did get a 40% discount on the whole bill (we don't know the full amount yet though), and I guess, it's as good as it gets.
We haven't finished our budget for December because we are yet to receive Hubby's first paycheck (should be here in the next 2 days). Then we will really start crunching the numbers...
I wish I could write more uplifting and inspiring posts but lately it seems like stuff just keeps piling up. It was definitely not my way of celebrating, and I sure hope for a better end to the year... But I'm still so grateful that He provides the means and the way from any situation, and that He never leaves us alone if we let Him help. It sucks to see your baby so sick but I believe He inspires doctors and other people on the way to help us to go through whatever we might be facing. I saw it with my boy and I see it with my Mom right now while she goes through her treatment. He blessed us in so many ways and my heart is filled with gratitude even in the face of trials. I'm grateful that both of my sons are doing better, that he provided the way (including financially) for us to deal with all of this, for loving and supporting family and friends, for the One who paid the price for us all.
What is your way of dealing with crappy situations? How do you keep yourself together and don't punch the wall (unless you do:)? What does gratitude truly mean to you?