Man, oh man, I was looking forward to Easter. The holiday was a few days after Mike was able to start walking again (WAHOOO!!!).
This year, we'd spent a bunch of time focusing on the true spirit and meaning of Easter. They loved these bible videos. They are awesome, beautiful, and everything in between. Alexis still loves to sit and watch them. Clearly they made an impression. But my favorite is when she retells the story, and with such eagerness and full of wide eyes will say, "and the stone moved!!! the tomb was empty!!!"
Then there's the other part of Easter that I was looking forward to. The easter bunny, egg dying and egg hunt. The weather was warm (and only for a few days!), and I was convinced the weekend was going to be awesome.
Mentally, I had an image of how it would all play out. Fun activities, Sunday church, cute family pictures and lots of happy faces.
The weekend finally arrived, and so did reality.
Friday night Max went from playing like crazy to "mom, my tummy hurts" to throwing up all over the bathroom floor. Mentally, I held hope that it was just a 24 hour stomach flu.
Saturday night came, and he was no better. In fact, the kid had an awful stomach flu that lasted 4 solid days! The poor guy was so sick. Keeping nothing down, and was very dehydrated after day three. So much that I was up with him all night giving him sips of fluid every 90 minutes in an effort to avoid taking him to the hospital for an IV. Thankfully we made it through. But man, this flu super bug is awful. I never remember having stomach viruses like that as a child, and I just ache seeing them so terribly sick.
Through the mix of his illness, we did end up doing the easter baskets. It was a failed attempt I made to cheer my little guy up. While the other two liked it, poor Max got sick just trying to look around the room for his basket.
So the Easter weekend came and left while we were taking care of this guy. And, while it didn't pan out the way I had planned, I'm so grateful that he was able to knock this virus on his own. Super grateful that he was the only one in the house that picked it up. And grateful that kids are happy to have easter egg hunts and dye eggs even if it isn't Easter weekend.
Maybe that really is what the whole purpose of Easter is about anyway.
Maybe that really is what the whole purpose of Easter is about anyway.
Here's my guy on Easter morning.
The girls loved their easter baskets.
Tayler spent A LOT of time during Max's sick days in the pack in play. And I blew through three containers of disinfectant wipes. She had this facing smashing game with me to try to get out...
I was teaching the young women on Easter Sunday, so I headed off while Mike was home with the kiddos. I came back so we could swap places, and found my little guy dressed and ready to go. He really looks forward to church, and tried to convince me that he'd be fine. Of course, those clothes lasted about 5 minutes, and then he was off to the bathroom (yet again!).
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