A Spring of Joy

“Mommy,” her voice trembles as she says quietly, “I just don’t feel very well.”

I try not to react when the thermometer reads 104.3. Just don’t feel very well? That’s gotta be an understatement!

She came home from school yesterday and fell asleep immediately on the couch. When she woke her temp was high and she was lethargic. Ibuprofen helps, but it’s hard to watch her when the sparkle is gone.

Then last night, while curled asleep next to me in my bed, she started awake. She covered her ears and screamed. Loud. Piercing. Screams. Terrible screams. Terrified screams. Desperate screams. For at least 10 minutes.

“Someone’s yelling at me! It’s happening again! Mommy, please make it stop!”

Brian ran upstairs when he heard her and we held her and prayed for her and she finally fell asleep in his arms.

In February she had the flu and I thought the tamiflu she was on had caused similar hallucinations; however, it seems it’s not tamiflu that’s the problem, but high fevers.

Poor little bit.

She has followed me from room to room today as I’ve done laundry and baked. She carries a blanket and book with her, afraid to be alone. Afraid of the voices.

“Mommy, please make it stop,” echoes in my head and heart like a nightmare.

I’m afraid for her, too.

This mommy’s heart can’t bear to watch her terror. I know this is probably a short-lived virus, but she doesn’t understand that. She just wants it to stop.

I can’t make it stop, but I know the One Who can.

Would you pray, my bloggy friends? Would you ask God to protect her little mind and body especially from these hallucinations?

Let no evil come into my dreams
Light of heaven keep me in Your peace
(~Fernando Ortega)