In Honor of Mackenna Grace Folden's very first cold... we've deemed October 14th the official Folden Family Pajama Day. From here on out, if possible (meaning, we don't have commitments outside of our home), October 14th will be a day of pajama wearing and relaxing.
For having an infection at birth, I have been very thankful that God has kept our girl healthy for the first 6 months of her life. Yesterday, on her 6 month birthday, she succumbed to her very first cold... fever and all. She is so miserably congested and only finds relief when being held or when playing in her "monkey seat" (aka Fisher Price Jumperoo). Since she can't sleep in her monkey seat, she's either sleeping in my arms or begrudgingly falling to sleep in her crib for a restless nap with lots of wake ups due to coughing. But, she's a little trooper. When she's not tired, she's acting like her same ole cute lil' self! Her appetite is still good and she's giving out a ton of smiles. Mommy's thankful for that! Daddy says she sounds like a little piggy with her congested nose... I agree! But she sure is one cute little congested piggy!
Last night was a little rough. She normally sleeps 10 hours straight but was up two times before 10:30 PM. At 2:30 she woke up with a "had to change the pajamas" messy diaper and a fever of 100.3. After cleaning up the mess, administering some Tylenol, and feeding her a bottle, she fell asleep in my arms until about 3:30 AM. She was up for about an hour and a half until out of sheer exhaustion she feel asleep in her crib. Thankfully, she slept until about 8:20 AM. Whew! Her schedule is all outta whack, but I'm just trying to get her rest and fluids... so I am not watching the clock today!
I always knew this day would come. "One day Mackenna will have a fever," Dustin often told me when I was worried about her getting sick in her early days of life. I was sure that they day she did have a fever that I would be a nervous wreck. But, by God's grace, I'm not. God has once again given me the grace to handle her sickness without being in an anxious frenzy. Praise be to God! I don't deserve His grace, yet in my time of need, He pours it out on me in a way that I can't even describe. My heart is not anxious AT ALL. That is a HUGE deal for me! Only by God's grace... truly!
Well, my little piggy is sleeping now... I should scurry and get some work done. To God be the glory!