I have seen more of this time on the clock this past week than ever in my life. Olivia has been getting hit with the strongest of her virus' strength at that time of the night. Every night this week it is 3 to 4 hours of dry heaves every thirty minutes. It's been a rough week. But an interesting one. As the week has progressed she has become quite verbal in her complaints and pain. Last night it was not as bad, and I had to hide my laughter a number of times, and finally got caught...oh, she was not happy. But this is some of the comments being wailed with such sencere dramatics.
-I just can't take it, I am not strong enough.
-Doesn't God hear me crying? Doesn't He see my tears?
-I know if it would just come, I would be better.
-It is just not fair that no one else in our family is sick.
-I am tired of walking with the shadow in the valley...(This one I almost lost it on...guess we will revisit that part of the Psalm)
-I just want to die, it would all be over. Well, I don't want to die, but it just hurts so bad.
-You just don't understand the pain.
She finally fell asleep again, and we survived another night.