weekend.

This weekend had the potential of being the worst weekend ever. It turned into a rather uplifting one against all odds.

Thursday night we took little Rhett into the doctor. I already mentioned that we have been sick at the Hodges' residence, but baby seemed to be getting worse. We found out he had an ear infection and the doc prescribed us some antibiotics and drops. Phew. Friday night the hubs acted as daddy and mommy as mommy was studying her freaking brains out for the test she had to take Saturday morning. Turns out I'm not licensed to teach, and they kind of want you to have a license. Whatever. I passed cause I'm awesome. Back to the story... Rhett was miserable all night long. Saturday his cough got worse, and he couldn't breathe. Plugged nose + clogged throat = no air and a cranky baby. That night was rotten.

I had to run to Walmart at midnight on Saturday for a humidifier. Turns out baby likes his daddy and when he is around mom is chopped liver so Dewy stayed home with him while I ran to the store. I hate Walmart. Got home and got everything set up. About an hour later baby was coughing non stop. We suctioned him out every other minute all night long. I was getting sustained in my new calling at church and we needed to pay our tithing, so again I left dad at home and booked it to church for the last bit of Sacrament meeting. I missed being sustained, but they said no one opposed me...buckle up primary you got a new chorister in town. Anyway... the testimonies that were shared were exactly what my frantic, exhausted, panicked self needed to hear. One woman (who I am blessed enough to call my visiting teacher) got up and bore her testimony about how one of the hardest things about being a mom is not being able to take away their pain, but that the atonement can strengthen us and them too. I was sobbing at I sat there being so grateful that He knew what I needed, and that she was willing and able to follow a prompting to bear that testimony. Freak... I'm getting emotional right now... this mom business is making me a pansy...

Next up the hospital. I called the doc to see what I needed to do since the cough was getting worse and she said to come up. We rushed to McKay, and as we got off the elevator I was feeling really upset that I had missed the sacrament. I was already emotional, and the fact that I had missed it made me so sad. As I'm standing at the counter checking baby in, out walk two elderly gentlement with little silver trays covered in white cloth. They walked by without me seeing them, and then they turned back and came right over to us and said hello. They asked if we would like the sacrament. Cue sobbing again. We went into a little waiting room where they blessed it and then proceeded to explain that they had a very strong impression to come say hello and talk to us. By this time I'm nervous that the doctor will take Rhett away on accounts that his mother is emotionally unstable.

I'm grateful for the testimony building weekend I had, and although the weekend wasn't the best by any means I'm so happy to know of a Heavenly Father who is aware of me and my needs. Now if you will please excuse me while I go grab a tissue...