First Communion

Greta was so excited to be feeling well enough for First Communion. She bounded down the stairs that morning. We went ahead and gave her some ibuprofen so she would make it through the ceremony without feeling sick again. It worked! Here are some pictures before and after (no pictures allowed during mass). I somehow missed a picture of Greta and her teacher and also Greta with the priest. I’ll blame the flu.















It was raining before and after mass so we mostly got stuck taking pictures inside. I was able to get a few before of just Greta, but she wasn’t in a great smiling mood and I didn’t want her to get too wet before going to mass. Greta got to be the leader of the offertory procession. After pictures we just headed back to our house alone since the flu germs were everywhere in our house. We still got the cake we ordered and Greta enjoyed opening all of her presents.






Rough Week

The week started off good. We were busy getting ready for my parents and sister to visit for Greta’s First Communion. We got the bedrooms all cleaned up and in the best order they’ve been in since we moved in and were mostly set for my parents to arrive on Wednesday. Tuesday after everyone was asleep I started feeling feverish. I had a sore throat and headache all day, so I was fearing strep. To be sure I knew what was going on I headed to urgent care at the last minute since I can’t risk my Dad being exposed to too many germs since he is on immunosuppressant drugs for his new liver. I got a strep test, negative. I asked for a flu test, they said you don’t have the flu, you don’t have aches or a cough. So home I went to figure out what to do.

The next morning, still fever, and now a little cough and still headache and earache. When my parents call from Atlanta, I tell them they should probably stay at a hotel to keep them away from my germs. Before they arrive I wiped down the house as best I could. My parents came to our house for a few hours before I made them go to the hotel. Greta came home from school with a headache and by evening had a fever as well.

Thursday morning I took Greta to the pediatrician to see what they would say and see if they could figure out what we had. While there I asked about the flu again and she said she didn’t think it was the flu because again no aches, no real cough. But since I actually know the ped she was willing to do the flu test. And of course it came back positive. Ugh. So then we begin isolation. My parents get to stay at the hotel pretty much the remainder of the trip, which means they won’t really get to see us at all.

My Dad hadn’t been feeling that well since he arrived, not flu like, but like his ulcerative colitis was flaring up. After several calls to his doctor’s he finally got a prescription called in and they were headed to pick it up when they got in a car accident. My mom was pulling out into stopped traffic and someone had waved her out, but alas a car came flying up in the not yet turn lane and rammed right into her. I get a phone call from Mom that says “We got into a car accident leaving the hotel” “are you ok?” “I don’t know, Dad lost his glasses”. So, I race over as carefully as I can with myself still sick, Greta sick in the car and two other kids. Eloise was at dance, so Matt left there early with her to come over as well. I got there and they were ok, both able to move. The ambulance was already there and loading them up. I ran to the hotel to get Dad’s medicines and then hoped in the car to go to the ER with them.

I spent a few hours there with them while they got checked out. Thankfully everything was fine and there were no broken bones, just bruises and lots of soreness for Mom. Since the car hit on her side she definitely took most of the impact and has been feeling it ever since. I got them back in the hotel and then headed home to bed.

On Thursday I thought I might getting over the fever and flu, but by the late afternoon my fever was back. Friday both Greta and I woke up feeling much worse, so we literally just laid around. At this point we cancelled Greta’s First Communion Party and were just praying we would be able to attend the ceremony.

Thankfully Greta woke up Saturday morning fever free and so was able to go to First Communion. But Beatrice woke up with a fever. So Matt and her (and Felicity) stayed in the back of church the entire time. Matt’s parents had lots of traffic and barely arrived in time for First Communion thanks to an accident on the turnpike. And Matt’s brother (Greta’s godfather) was stuck in the traffic for an hour and a half and didn’t make until everyone was exiting the church. We are so grateful that everyone made it safely and are so thankful that everyone made the effort. After some quick pictures we headed home for more resting.

Sunday morning my parents decided that instead of staying at the hotel another two nights they would change their plane and head to the airport when my sister left. So we hardly got to see them and they went home sore, but grateful to be home.

This was Dad’s first post transplant trip and I’m not sure when they’ll be up for another because of the pure disaster this one was. We are all very sad that we didn’t really get to see them at all, but that can’t really be helped.

Today we still have two at home from school and it appears Felicity is finally getting sick (I assumed she would have been sick long ago since she sleeps with me and has been in the house the whole time.) Eloise is off at school and matt is still healthy as well, so prayers that they stay healthy.

I’ll post some First Communion pictures later.

Holy Week

This year we started some new traditions for Holy Week.

On Holy Thursday we attempted to visit Seven Churches. The main challenge was finding churches that were open. Many are closed during the day most of the time these days. We ended up visiting 6 churches and called it a day. That took us about 6-7 hours, so we were all tired out. We did find some beautiful places and some churches we want to visit for mass one day.

Here are some pictures from the day.










On Good Friday we listened to the Stations of the Cross while coloring pictures of the Stations of the Cross.

Then we attempted to go to the prayer/communion service at our church at 3 pm. We walked since it was a lovely day and Matt met us there since he worked the rest of the day. The service was very long and so after an hour and a half the younger two had had enough and they left and walked home with Daddy.

Holy Saturday started off with us making our own Easter candle to light and display throughout the Easter season. Then we went up to see Matt’s family. Since it happened to be the town Easter Egg Hunt we went ahead and participated. It is so much more mellow than egg hunts near us. We’ve only been to one near us and it was several years ago. I think Greta was 4 and adults were pushing her out of the way trying to get their kid eggs and she ended up with ZERO eggs. Rural is the way to go with egg hunts. Everyone got lots of eggs and had fun.



Easter Sunday we got up around 7 (somehow everyone managed to sleep somewhat late!) and had an egg hunt in our backyard.








We had some cinnamon rolls for breakfast and then got ready for mass. We knew we needed to be a little early to mass since it is usually extra crowded on Easter, but we were there a full 30 minutes early and some of the first there. We attempted to take a picture of the girls on the altar before mass started, but due to a fight about which seat we were going to sit in, we had one grumpy girl.



We were able to get a family picture after mass. and then some nice pictures of the girls in the front yard after mass as well.