Wrong Number

Today when I got home I heard this message on my answering machine.

Old Lady Voice: "Hello there. This is Joy. I was just calling to see how you are doing today. I want you to know I was thinking about you and I love you. I'll call you later, Carol."

So it really was a wrong number and not for me but that Carol lady is pretty lucky to get (well, actually, not get) that phone call today. I knew it really wasn't my Joy checking in but I love that an old lady named Joy called my house today.

Just Breathe

Respiratory. Virus. These two words scare the xxxx out of me.
My baby has RSV. The doctor told me that every child between the ages of 0-2 will get this virus multiple times. The body doesn't build immunities to it so they could get it over and over. She is doing fine. She doesn't need breathing treatments. She just has a cough, a fever and a miserable cold.

Here is my mental state.

My baby coughs all night and she gasps for air during the coughing, but when she's done, resumes normal breathing, no wheezing or anything.
I literally hold my breath during these episodes and have decided to become her roommate just to listen to her breathe all night long.

I remind myself of two things:
Joy did not die from RSV
and
God is in charge of my life. I have no power to stop what is to be. So all I can do is love as much as I can for the time that I have and hope it's a really long time.

And pray fast and furious.