'yummy' & a chaotic weekend

This is Isabella's favorite ice cream cone. She probably got the idea of ice cream through books - one of it was a number book where there were 3 ice cream cones and the other one is from "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" book. She is always excited when it comes to these pages with ice cream cones. So on Saturday we went to the Cooleman's Court Reject Shop for a shopping spree and she wanted this ice cream cone badly. She even said the word 'yummy' and refused to let it go. Of all the toys, she wanted this ice cream cone.

We rarely buy her toys as many of her toys were hand-me-down items. So daddy decided to get her this ice cream cone. She was very happy and appreciated it so much so that she slept with her ice cream cone. Happiness is that simple for children. For $2.50, she is happy with the ice cream cone and it is all worth it. 

I just need to pen this down that this few days has been challenging for three of us. Isabella cried badly out of sudden on Friday night. When I finally pacified her to sleep, she vomited and that was the start of an uneventful weekend. She had runny stool and vomiting, which made cleaning tiring for both of us, not considering the cries of pain and frustration. We needed to make sure that the furniture and bed is not contaminated by the vomiting. After few sleepless nights, my body gave in and I got a cold, fever and vomit. Things got worse when daddy who is the last man standing got the gastro virus too and started throwing up.  Being sick and away from home on a cold lonely weather is quite an experience. We felt helpless and tired, prayed that we could recover soon. Each time I prayed, Isabella would answer with an "amen", like a reaffirmation that all this will come to past.

Today I needed to give my class a miss as Isabella could not go to the childcare center due to her running stool. According to the childcare policy, she is supposed to only returned to the childcare after 48 hours from the last runny stool. We went to the medical center where there was no full bulk bill for adults, which means we need to pay medical bills out of pocket for adults. The doctor did not even examine us but just had a casual conversation and we got charged for the bill without any medication. Thank God today daddy stayed with us too, or else I could not imagined how chaotic it would be. At moments like this, migrant life is hard, especially without our friends and family support that we always got back home. But no matter what, I believe we will pull through and be better.

Writing this by the window, overlooking the maple tree leaves swooshing by the cold wind. It is now peaceful and quiet. Both daddy and little girl is resting soundly. I am praying for their speedy recovery, and the strength to brace the winter that is to come.