I am sitting here listening to the whir of the dishwasher and the sound of Elle clapping to her violin music rhythm for homework in the next room. Other than that our house is silent which feels so good after a crazy weekend.
Last night our neighbor saved Lucy. This is what happened:
Dave and I went to a formal black-tie fund raising event in the city. As we discussed life with our friends while zipping along the freeway en route to the party, Elle called from home in complete panic. Lucy's tongue was swollen to the point she could barely breathe or even cry for that matter.
And she was scared.
Realizing there was no way we could get back home in time to help, (and trying my best not to freak out), I told Elle to grab her and run to our neighbor who happens to be a nurse. She was miraculously home and calmly and beautifully gave Lu a breathing treatment and some Benadryl which seemed to do the trick. I'm so thankful for my neighbor it makes me cry to even think about it.
Needless to say I think Lucy is allergic to something. And I think that "something" is the pecans she was eating from a tree with another neighbor friend earlier. Oh boy is that ever a scary feeling.
Last week we took Lu to a new doctor...one who is claiming that she can help Lucy by reading a bunch of test results from big viles of blood we'll get drawn tomorrow, and putting her on some supplements. Poor Lucy is going through the wringer again. I've always been skeptical of these kinds of doctors before but at this point we will take any help we can get. After we left our initial consultation Dave and I looked at each other in relief. There's just something so comforting about having someone who seems to care so much and be so aware of your daughter you adore and worry so much about.
Dave was up all night as sick as can be last night....either food poisoning or stomach flu. I'm kinda hoping it's food poisoning because the vision I have of stomach flu making it's rounds through our family isn't pretty. Poor guy. Claire came home from school burning up with a fever on Thursday and I just know she has another UTI, Elle is hacking and coughing, and I think I'm on the brink of my annual wing-dinger allergy attacks.
But other than that all is well in the world.
Elle took second place in her tennis tournament on Saturday.
(And I think her legs grew three inches.)
Max's basketball team is undefeated. Grace rarely comes in for breaks from her dance routines and back flips on the trampoline, and Claire continues to mother Lucy much better than I do. Dave is feeling better tonight and I didn't end up having to take over and teach his gospel doctrine lesson today on the spur of the moment like I thought I would have to at 5 this morning. (A great friend saved the day on that one). My Young Women calling is giving me a run for my money. I always knew this would be a busy job, I just didn't realize it would be quite this crazy. The awesome-ness of the girls sure makes up for it though. I love them. Now if I can just figure out how to balance out all the texts and phone calls and meetings with all the love I want to pour into my family...
Some day I will get around to writing about this trip:...and I will vow to not take any more pictures with an iPhone.
But until then I will soak in the hum of the dishwasher...and the solitude of the silence before it is broken at the crack of dawn tomorrow with another race to get where we need to be when we need to be there.