A night of worship...and barfing.

After a great week with our family, we finally headed home from Ft. Collins yesterday morning. We figured that since Pax had woken up at 4:45 AM (his cousin left for the airport and was very awake...thus Pax was, too!) that he'd be sleepy and nap for several hours on the way home. We hit a little bit of snow, drove around Conifer trying to get to the drive-thru Starbucks, and didn't have too many other complications on the way home. Except for a cranky 13-month old. He slept maybe 2 hours...now I understand why my parents always drove through the night! We slept 3/4 of the time! But we got safely home and little Pax was so sleepy he went to bed at 7 after asking for "nigh-nights" (now, if you know my kid you know he must be REALLY tired to actually ASK to go to bed!). It was nice for us...I think we went to bed about 8:45! He slept till 7 am, was a little sleepy and grumpy at church, and fell asleep on our 45-second drive home at 1:15. I didn't think much of it until he woke up an hour later crying. I went in to see what was wrong, and found him covered in barf. Cleaned him up, put new clothes on him, put him in bed, and he rolled over and slept till 4. We kept hearing little wimpers and fusses...at one point I went in to check on him, but he was sound asleep. Just moaning, poor baby, because his little tummy hurt. After he got up, he snuggled with me on the couch. We gave him a little milk, and I was thoroughly enjoying his snuggles until...a huge burp. And then puke. All over both of us. Now, he's never had the stomach flu before, so between our inexperience and his bewilderment (how do you explain THAT to a 1 year old??) it was...interesting. I finally just picked him up, blanky and all, and put him in the tub. Adam stripped him down and we showered, cleaned, ect. Once clean and dry, I began to think about the night of worship tonight at our church, which I was supposed to sing at. I knew Pax couldn't go (puke + church=bad idea!) so I texted Benjie, our worship leader, and told him the situation. I was bummed-I love nights where we just focus on worshipping God, and I love being part of the worship team. But, as my friend Jill noted in her blog, it kind of comes along with being a mom and in ministry-sometimes you have to sacrifice things for the good of your kiddos. So I told Adam I'd stay home with Pax. Well, my smart, thoughtful husband mentioned that since it was a worship night, it made more sense for him to stay with Pax and me to go. Usually these things are kind of all-hands-on-deck with the pastors, so I hadn't even considered this. But he called up our senior pastor, told him the situation, and asked whether he'd prefer to have Adam there or have me sing. So I got to go! It was such a blessing to me...I'm incredibly thankful for the thoughtfulness of my husband, who knew how important this was to me, as well as being thankful for a senior pastor who believes in us and encourages our dreams. Pax did wonderfully for Adam while I was gone-just very cuddly. Of course, later as I read him a bedtime story he puked all over me again (why Mom both times?? Why not Dad??), but now he is sleeping sweetly and I pray the rest of the night will be peaceful!