Christopher crawled in bed with us at 3:00am Sunday morning. I fell back to sleep with no problem but woke up two hours later hanging on the edge of the bed. I gave up and snuck into Christopher’s room and fell blissfully back to sleep. An hour later I hear Jacob crying and calling me in a complete panic. I bolt out of Christopher’s bed, forgetting where I am for a moment and get all tangled up in his bed rail.    I got myself untangled and ran to the hallway where Jacob was standing, holding his mouth. Luckily, I guessed what was about to happen and ran with him into the bathroom… just in time.

Victory! That was the first time in his life Jacob has ever made it to the bathroom in time to vomit into the toilet.   As far as I’m concerned, the day started out VERY well.  For once, I’m not covered in it. It did, however, put a damper on attending the church service I had been looking forward to all week.

Jim ended up going with Christopher, however so Jacob and I were able to have a quiet morning. We snuggled up on the couch together and watched Mary Poppins.  I didn’t say anything to Jacob but, on top of being worried about him, I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to attend service. Just a little way into the movie, Jacob looked up at me and patted my hair and said, “It’s going to be ok, Mommy.”   I realized then that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.  I looked back at him, patted him on the back and said, “You know what buddy? You are so right. Everything is going to be ok.”  Two minutes later, he was asleep. Thank you, God, for making my little one so wise.  (And for getting him to the toilet on time…)