frazzled

Ava has had one cold after another this winter. She's never REALLY sick - just sniffles and the ever running nose. Which, we can handle that. But it is starting to drain on me. Maybe moreso this morning after we were wakened last night to a crying baby at 2:45am. She was HOT to the touch...burning. I was proud of myself for being able to think clearly and remedy the situation. We gave her some tylenol, put a very cold rag on the back of her neck and head, and then I rocked her... I rocked that baby girl till that fever went down, and it didn't take nearly as long as I was thinking. I was able to pray for my sis-in-law who has a new baby, JJ. She's exhausted from being a new mom - sleep deprived, questioning, irritable, frazzled. So as I rocked, I prayed, for Amy and for Ava and for JJ. Somehow, through my own tiredness I felt so thankful that I could pray and thankful that I could rock my girl to sleep. I had forgotten what these "middle of the night" escapades felt like - and no doubt in my mind God allowed me one last night so I could feel what Amy is going through and pray for her more appropriately. While my eyes drooped and back hurt from sitting in the rickety ol' rocking chair...

This cold will go away, eventually, but today and right now - I'm feeling a little frazzled.