Seriously. I was suddenly very sick and admitted to the hospital late last week and on into the weekend with some incredibly crazy health issues. Including a "fever of unknown origin" that spiked and stayed at 103 degrees F for over three days. After running a gamut of tests, it was determined I had pneumonia (!??!!).
I rarely get sick. Seriously. Like maybe once or twice a year. Maybe.
A doctor from my practice (who just delivered my sweet baby 4 weeks ago) came each day to check in, and with the way the practice works, I pretty much got to see each doctor during the duration of my stay. Each were like "Weren't you just here?"... "Yes, I like to hang out at the hospital" I would tell them ;)
We were blessed that both sets of our parents were able to take turns and take care of all three of our babies while we were gone. And (once again) we were thankful for a fabulous team of nurses who made the whole thing a lot easier. Like when I was crying (for the 5,367th time) about missing being at home with my babies - It was my hubby's 30th birthday Sunday and my sweet 5 year old made him a card. And, well, I just wanted to be at home celebrating. My sweet nurse Becky pulled up a chair by my bedside and we talked, she made me laugh, and we looked at pictures of our babies on our phones :) (my hubby had run home for a bit - he'd go home each day to be with our babies for awhile).
So yes. It was a rough (and scary) several days. I am thankfully home and doing very well and am resting, but am able to be in public (and not be a health hazard ;)), and am able to fully interact with our children. I was once again reminded that God is in control. And that I have a lot to be thankful for. Like my three sweet children who are healthy and thriving. And my amazing husband who is always there with and for me. And my wonderful parents and in-laws. And our wonderful community of friends. Grateful for how God teaches and grows me, even through difficult times.