It will be spring again.
Someday.
The past three months have been snowy, but they have also been a season of busyness for us. There have been passing moments when I have felt guilty for not taking a few moments to record the 'going ons' - but they have been - as I said - passing. More and more, I'm coming to peace with the fact that just like the natural rhythm of spring and fall, summer and winter, our lives have seasons too. Seasons of busyness and servanthood, reflection and rest. The secret of course, if making sure you don't get stuck in any one of them. No one of us wants to be caught wearing a Christmas sweater to a spring graduation party! And I certainly don't want to be accused of being ruled by a tyrannically overcrammed schedule. But I'm confident that the dust will settle eventually.
Life is such a balancing act . . . sigh (again).
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January was very full - mostly with shows like 'Cat in the Hat' and 'Super Why'. Juliette's mysterious lumps, that confounded all of the doctors and specialists we visited in December, decided to abscess. So at the beginning of January, we took her to the local clinic to have the first one lanced.
We are so grateful for our little clinic here, but I'm not going to lie - it was a traumatic experience for everyone. Unfortunately, they couldn't sedate her, so it required four adults to hold her down, while the Dr. sliced it open. Before we went in for "the procedure," I was giving Seth a hard time about dreading it so. But when it actually came down to it, I was the one that nearly fainted when they opened it up (No really, the nurse made me lie down, put my feet up, and gave me a cool wash cloth for my head. Pathetic, I know!). When the doctor opened her festering abcess, the smell was ghastly, and the amount of curdled puss that came out of my little baby's neck was horrifying. To this day, I sort of throw up a little bit when I think about it.
They don't know why it abscessed - especially since she had been on several rounds of antibiotics. She developed a second abscess further up on her neck later that month.
So we spend most of January and February in front of the TV with hot-packs on Juliette's face/neck - usually for an half-an-hour, three times a day or more. We had to keep her wounds open and cleaned, which meant ripping off the scabs and squeezing out the puss multiple times a day. There were a lot of tears in our house - mostly hers, but sometimes mine too. I felt like I was practically abusing my child. She'd cry as soon as I turned on the bathroom faucet to warm up the washclothes. Poor Seth couldn't hardly take it. And when my dad visited, he had to leave the house until we were done. Yuck, yuck, yuck!
But, there were some really good things that came out of it too. We got a lot of cuddle time in. I developed an even greater respect for those in the medical field. I got really good at wrestling a squirming two-year-old. And the whole experience has made me so much more appreciative of life, health, and family in general!
The good news is - the mysterious hard lumps are gone. She still has the lance wounds on her face, but gratefully they are getting better and better each day. I'm praying that they don't scar, but even if they do, I'm just so thankful that she didn't have cancer or some other terrible, terrible disease. God is so good!
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Note to self - be more specific when you pray. I should have not asked for more hours for Seth before they had even cut his regular hours. That will teach me!
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My next big project: potty training. Truly there is a season for everything.
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