A rash has formed on Copeland’s body now. Poor girl. If anyone has any advice/help/wisdom…feel free to write. I am tired. And I am sure Copey is tired of being sick.
So, yesterday afternoon Copeland got up from her nap, playful yet unusually whiney. I sat her on my lap while she ate some yummy Nilla wafer crackers/cookies. I noticed she was really warm and decided to take her temperature. It was 102.2 degrees. So, I gave her some Tylenol and went on with our day. She played and danced to music. She is such a trooper. Hard to tell if she is feeling poopy. So, we went to put her to bed and she would not go to sleep on her own. She fell asleep in Daddy’s arms- which hasn’t happened since her newborn life. I sat on the couch at 7 pm asking Josh, “Can I go to bed now? I think its going to be a long night.” Lo and behold, my predictions or mom radar was correct. 10:45 I heard Copey fussing and went into her room. She just laid there. For my active social butterfly, that was a little odd. So, I stood there dazed in my “I just fell asleep mode” and thought, maybe she was dreaming. Then, I searched for her Paci and I touched her face and fear swept over my body. Her body was so hot! I gave her some Tylenol right off the bat. Then, I went in to tell Josh and had to do my WebMD research about fevers downstairs. Meanwhile, he went in and picked her right up. We searched for our thermometer and stuck it in her ear and it was 104.6! So, we called her the on-call nurse and they said, “You really need to take her in; it’s not good for a 15 month old to have such a high fever.” So, off we went to the ER at 11:15 last night. 3 hours later we found out she has a middle ear infection and for the fever just switch back and forth from motrin and tylenol. For all of you who know Copeland, you know she is Miss Independent. Last night, I had a sweet little angel who would not sleep unless laying on my chest. It was one of the most precious, tiring, intense nights with Copeland. We slept on her rocker in her room for about an hour- the same rocker my mom would rock me in when I had earaches as a kid. We slept in Josh and I’s bed for a couple more. Then, came downstairs and watched some T.V. and fell asleep for a few more hours. Now, she finally is sleeping by herself up in her crib. Clutching her blankey and bottle, she is more precious than rubies to me. And to Josh. There is no other feeling like that of feeling helpless to your own child. Thanks for those who prayed last night for us and today as well. I think Copeland has taken her fair share of trips to the ER for her little life. Hopefully, my mommy-sense will be more keen to her not feeling good. She is such a trooper.
Happy Tuesday to ya! I wanted to post some cool websites that I’ve been discovering mostly through Kelly. They are friends from Flagler College in St. Augustine that I am truly amazed by what they are doing with their life.
Today I am officially a YMCA employee. A floor fitness staff member, a personal trainer, a strength and conditioning instructor. Whatever you may call it, I AM SO EXCITED to work for the place that I have been so fond of for years. For now, it will be only on Saturdays, which will be great for me because I love my mommy job more. So, if any one needs a good kick in the pants, let me know!
So, the past few days, Copeland has figured out that hugs are so special. This morning she made Josh and I’s heart melt as she went back and forth giving us hugs. Then, she went right to Josh and planted a kiss right on his lips. For a girl who is “Miss Independent”, she is turning into our cute little sappy girl! And that’s my mommy moment for the day.
Copeland posing in her own little chair
Dez, Scott, and Brea on Christmas eve…making the Chadwick tradition- Ravioli’s. YUM!
Mommy and Copey on Christmas day
McKenna, Hailey, and Copeland in their matching PJ’s given by Grandma. So cute.
Thanks for all of those who made our Christmas so special!
Everything Has Its Time
1 To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
2 A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
3 A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
4 A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
7 A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
8 A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.
The God-Given Task
9 What profit has the worker from that in which he labors? 10 I have seen the God-given task with which the sons of men are to be occupied. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end.
“For every hour of television you watch each day, you spend $2000.”
So, my state of mind this morning is excitement…for a few reasons.
1. My sweet “little sister” young life girl, Aleisha, is getting married. I am so proud.
2. I get the opportunity to be her matron of honor. Wow! What a big responsibility! But oh how fun. If anyone has any suggestions, I would love to hear them.
3. I randomly decided to see if I could find my best friend from elementary school last night. And lo and behold, I got an email from her!
Excitement is fun.
Whether we think of, or speak to, God, whether we act or suffer for Him, all is prayer when we have no other object than His Love and the desire of pleasing Him.
– John Wesley