Sun, Sand, and Sickness

The first week of August our family had the opportunity to attend a retreat/conference on the Caribbean Coast of Honduras. I had been looking forward to this trip for a long time, dreaming of turquoise waters, white sand, and the beaches in the Swiss Family Robinson Movie.

However, perhaps God, or the mysterious forces of irony, found humor in this situation because I was stricken with food poisoning and bed ridden the entire trip.

It was my own fault. I thought I was Catracha enough to eat the Honduran delicacy of fried fish at any old restaurant on the beach. I was proud of myself for looking past the head and the eyes that stared back to enjoy the meal. I will never eat fish again.

I will spare the details of what happened to me the next morning (and continued to happen for several days afterward). But despite my suffering, Elijah was the one who really had a hard time during my sickness. Yes, he got to play in the pool and on the beach, but with me out of commission and daddy watching him, he ate only sweet rolls for two days straight.

I even had to go to the hospital because I was so dehydrated (I couldn’t even keep water down) that I couldn’t produce milk for Elijah. When I returned the rascal had two large goose eggs on his head (Rey wasn’t sure what happened) and a golden tan (my instructions for sun screen must not have been followed). Luckily, Kelly Glenn offered her support through the experience, changing poopy diapers, and singing the “big poopoo” song to Elijah.

Anyway, we all survived the experience: Rey, with a new appreciation for motherhood, Elijah, looking more and more Honduran by the day, and me with only 98 lbs left of me. So, if you see any recent pics of me know that I do not have an eating disorder and am eating as much cake and ice cream as possible to get back to normal! :)