After a good day in the classroom, I moved into the kitchen to start dinner. The tortilla dough came together quickly and I left the little blobs of dough to their resting and began the chopping of the vegetables. It was during the chopping that I once again heard the familiar "whack" as one of our kitchen chairs tipped over and hit the floor. I jump every time. Those chairs are top-heavy and they go over at the slightest touch. Only when I turned to put it upright, there was Therese, lying on the floor, on top of the chair. Oh, how she cried! When I picked her up, blood was coming fast from her mouth. At first I could not determine where all the blood was coming from. I gently pulled her bottom lip down and there were two big wounds where her teeth must have bit into her lip. Then I checked the top lip. It was worse. That little flap that connects the lip and gums was split open and gushing. Dinner was put on hold as I tended to Therese. The bleeding finally slowed down after 20 minutes or so, but she was still inconsolable. So, on day one of trying to wean her of the pacifier, I caved. She settled down, but did not want to be put down. Finally, Tony was home, and she snuggled into his arms, and I got back to making our dinner. We sat down together to say the blessing at precisely 8:03 pm.
When stories were read, prayers said, and children were finally tucked in bed, I was exhausted. But poor Therese kept waking. Tony and I took turns comforting her. At 1:30 am, she finally settled down for the night. Wearily, I eased my body into the bed that had been calling me for quite some time and pulled the blankets around me and fell asleep. Two hours later, I heard the shuffle of feet and sensed someone standing over me. It was Anna, and she was burning up with fever. I gave her medicine and laid down with her, praying that she truly has outgrown the seizures. This morning, praise God, she is doing fine. I figure the fever will return soon, though, once the effects of the medicine have worn off. My goals for the day have been lowered significantly. It seems like a cuddle up on the couch, story reading kind of day and not so much a hunker down at the classroom table to tackle school kind of day. And that is where I am heading now, to the couch.