Healing.

We have a mysterious virus making the rounds at our house.

Warning: non-specific, but repetitive discussion of children throwing up. Read at your own risk.

Last week, Saturday through Tuesday, ZL threw up once each day. For the first 24 hours or so, he was lethargic, but after that, he was his normal self (read: sometime fussy, sometimes fine). Only he'd throw up. But only once per day. And it didn't seem to matter how much or what he ate. Poor kid, we even took all the kids to the dentist on Monday, thinking he was finally fine. He fussed through his cleaning. And then threw up on the floor at Schlotsky's (yes, we have a Schlotsky's; it's new; it's right next to a new Starbucks; I told you they're everywhere here, too).

So, after much agonizing, and another "incident" on Tuesday, ML and I cancelled our overnight away last weekend. Okay, so canceled is a bit dramatic. We rescheduled to December. We just couldn't count on ZL being better by the weekend, and we didn't want to do that to our (childless, so far) friends who were going to watch the kids.

ZL, of course, has been fine since Tuesday.

We had arrangements with some other friends to swap date night babysitting sometime this month, so we arranged to go out Saturday night, at least, if everyone was healthy at that point. Everyone was, and we had a great time. Gathered the kids from our friends' house (ZL was asleep in his playyard, MA in our friends' bed with her daughter; the boys were awake).

Got home, put the kids back in bed, put ZL back in bed, watched some NCIS, put ZL back in bed (apparently, he'd gotten too much sleep previously just to drift off, that and being sick threw off his sleep schedule, watched some more NCIS (because it's generally not a good idea to go to sleep before your three-year-old), put ZL back in bed. ZL drifts off, MA throws up, ZL wakes back up. MA goes back to sleep after being moved to a sleeping bag on the floor and assigned a lined trash can. ZL is up for a while longer. Sigh.

Yep, you read right. Round two of the mystery virus. A complete week after the beginning of the first round. That was Saturday night. She threw up again last night. And again tonight. A little sluggish during the day, but otherwise, fine. Eating bland foods. Resting. Doesn't seem to make much difference.

And, in the midst of this, I earned the Mother of the Year Award: I kick into practicals when my kids get sick, but still, do you think I could have remembered to pray for either one of them before last night? Sigh.

I have since then, though. Want to join me?