My Face Hurts, and Spooky Dreams

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This past weekend, we went over to Buffalo to celebrate with a friend (who is also now our nieces’ grandpa…) his 20 years of working with the same church where Jen’s dad was for some 30 plus years. There were lots of blasts from the past. It was quite nice.

The only not nice thing was Kirsten kept complaining of being slightly sick.. like she needed to throw up maybe. That’s always a bad thing… We made it through the night without that, and a very tired Kirstie fell asleep on the hour and a half ride home. All seemed well.

At about 12:30, all had gone to bed, but I was still putting some things away, cleaning up, etc… when I heard Kirstie crying. I went into her room and she was still asleep… so I just helped her get under her blankets again, I figured she was just really, really tired. She went right back to sleep… all was well.

I went downstairs to watch a science show I had been wanting to watch for a very long time. I’m sure I saw most of it, but near the end, I fell asleep… maybe around 1:15 or 1:30? I was out for a long time, but just before I woke up, I had a very clear dream where I was waking up and Jen said to me, “Good, now you can help Kirstie.” Our clock’s hourly chime woke me up, and I realized where I was – shook off the strange ending to that dream (though I did check to see if Kirstie was crying again or something – and headed upstairs.

All was quiet, until I reached the top of the steps. As my foot touched the top step, Kirstie started crying again!! I was a little freaked out the my wife had told me in a dream that I needed to help Kirsten. But, actually, that made me take her cry more seriously. I went in and found her uncovered again, and as I picked her up to get her blankets, I noticed she was burning up!!! No wonder she was crying!!!

She definitely had a fever, though I couldn’t prove that, since I had no idea where to even look for the thermometer….. ๐Ÿ™‚ I did check in the “normal” place, but, not many things are in the “normal” place in our house… ๐Ÿ™‚ Anyway, I got her some fever reducing medicine (the last of it) and brought her into the bathroom to give that to her. She started crying again, louder this time. Jen comes in and just stands at the door of the bathroom for a second. No words are spoken. About 3 seconds later, she turns around and just goes back to bed! That was a funny scene. ๐Ÿ™‚

Kirstie manages to get the medicine down, followed by a tiny cup of cold water (she really likes that part… even at three in the morning!) and I got her back in bed. I was a bit disturbed by having been told in a dream that my daughter needed help, so I continued to chat with God about her and whether she would be alright. I decided to wait till 3:30 then go check on her.

At precisely 3:30, I went back into her room and checked her forehead… she was cooling right down. She was still awake, so we asked God together to help her rest so she could get better. She smiled, I left, He helped, we went to sleep.

Fast forward to lunch time. The day had been pretty good so far. Kirstie did not eat much for breakfast… but she seemed to be doing fine. During lunch however, she had gotten down to use “the potty” and while contemplating the deep things of life on said potty… she says, “My face hurts. I need to rest so it can get better.”

“Your face hurts?”

“Yeah, right here,” she pointed to her forehead. “I need to rest so it can get better.”

๐Ÿ™‚

So, I took her hand and we went up to her room and asked God to take away her face hurt so she could sleep. He did, she did, and all was better.

Kirstie did ask one more time that day if she could rest so her face wouldn’t hurt, but it seems the face hurting ended by Tuesday. We’re glad for that.

It is so fun to hear the things that come from a two-year-old’s heart out through their mouths. It’s kinda weird to hear that comes from the mouth of your spouse in your dreams sometimes…. ๐Ÿ™‚

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