Why didn't I think of that??

This week started out rough for us. I woke up Monday morning feeling absolutely terrible, I was praying that it wasn't anything...my stomach was just a little upset and it would pass, right? Wrong. D was literally at work for 10 minutes before I called him saying "You have to come home. I'm so sick- I can't do this today." The day seemed to go on forever, I'm not sure if that was because I never left my bedroom, or if it was because I watched seasons 1 AND 2 of Jon and Kate Plus 8. (Yep, it was that bad). Anyway, it turned out to be a 24 hour bug, and by Tuesday morning I was up and functioning. Oh, but can I just say nursing a baby while you are constantly on the verge of puking your guts up is NOT fun! Now, fast forward to last night. We had just tucked the older kids into bed and had sat down to relax for the night. I finished feeding lil Pip and was suddenly bathed in a fountain of vomit. I didn't think anything of it at first until the second and third round came and went. She was stuck dry heaving and spitting up stomach bile. So what's a mom to do when her 3 month old is so sick?? Um. PANIC! Hello?! I immediately started into "D what do we do if she gets dehydrated, or, oh my goodness what if she chokes on it and it gets into her lungs?" ...Am I the only mother out there that immediately starts thinking worst case scenario? I need to work on that. D so calmly turned the TV off and said "Well, then I guess we need to pray." I'm sure the look on my face was a puzzled one. He always reacts so calmly and it makes me stop and say to myself "why didn't I think of that?" So he got the oil out of the pantry we anointed her and started praying. To make a long story short, she instantly relaxed and fell into a deep sleep, slept her longest night yet, and has been fine and smiley ever since. My God is so good, let me tell you! This incident has left me pondering today on why God always seems to be my last resort? I'm sure He is up there watching me run around in a frenzy thinking..."Laura, I'm right here." How silly of me. I love my kids so immensely that sometimes it scares me. I honestly am not quite sure I could ever figure out exactly how to live my life if something were to ever happen to one of them, it's a scary thought. However, I am reminding myself today that I can trust my kids to their Heavenly Father, who crafted them and formed them perfectly in my womb. His love for them is far greater then mine. So today I am thankful for my *to me* perfect children, a husband that is grounded in his faith and helps me see things clearer, and to a Holy God that cares enough about my lil Pip to reach down and heal her little body. If any of you other momma's out there have a tendency to be a "worrier" like me, I encourage you to meditate and seek out what it really means to fully trust Jesus with your kiddos. He loves them more then we could ever imagine, and best of all, His ways are far greater then ours.