Ellie's pulmonologist easily convinced us (she has an arsenal of fun words she whips out) of the need to stay as well as possible this winter in our house. So we're all getting a flu shot for the first time.
Jacob wanted to know if we could get it today.
Xavier cried and yelled and made me remember my 8-months pregnant self on one knee in the bathroom of the pediatrician's office this March when he absolutely refused to get his vaccinations. He finally did get them later.
Julia cried but didn't really know what she was crying about.
So I wavered as all parents do when they have these tough decisions but ultimately said it was best for Ellie She is the littlest, the "least" strong of us. One of the kids said "Ellie makes us do hard things". I said Amen out loud.
Then Jeff came home with yet another bag full of food. This time there was a box of cereal that has never graced our home before. An uncle and a grandfather of the kids are Notre Dame graduates. Another kind of leprechaun was in our kitchen tonight.
I hid the box of fortunate clovers, hearts, moons and stars and told them they did great with the "bad" news today. Then I said, "but we must find the good, because Ellie has lots and lots and lots of good, more good than bad". So we went on a hunt pretending we were spies "looking for the good". I told them sometimes the good comes in different forms. Tonight it was in our pantry. We found it and had a lovely dinner of vegetable soup and cereal.
I later had my own session of feeding therapy while watching Ellie sleep.
