Well, It Could Always Be Worse

Little Guy has had a rough week. He's been in and out and in and out of the local hospital. Turns out he had a case of C. Difficile, a bulging ear infection, a sore throat, some lung congestion, and...um....I can't even remember the other thing he had. It's been a long week, but we're home now.

I think the highlight of the week was the trail of very large cockroaches in our original room, which the hospital administration explained to me "must have been brought in by another patient". Ok. Whatever. It's gross.

Really, though. It could have been worse. We could have been in the hospital that we usually have to go to over an hour away. Little Guy's lungs could have been far more infected. We could have been stuck down there for another month. We could have eaten one of those cockroaches. (We'd have to be blind, though. Those suckers were HUGE!!).

We are home now just in time to prepare for and serve Thanksgiving dinner as a family. I'm feeling very blessed for that. I'm feeling blessed having my whole little family together to celebrate the holiday in which we give thanks. I'm thankful for Little Guy and the fact that he smiles and coos and finds joy even in his worst illnesses. I'm thankful for the challenges my children present me with daily. They are there to make me stronger. I'm thankful for my faith. I'm thankful for friends who are willing to help clean my gross house or sit in a hospital room for a few minutes to keep me company or let me shower. I'm thankful for my wonderful amazing husband. He truly is a blessing from a loving Heavenly Father. And, I'm thankful that no matter how bad things are, I always know it could be worse.