So for those of you who perhaps follow this blog but have not yet jumped into the land of FaceBook (which has taken over most of our posts, sorry), you may not know that we had our first visit to the hospital with a kid. With a 5, 4 and 2 year old, that's 11 years of parenting without an ER visit. But who's counting.
Luke woke early Saturday morning (4:30) after a tough night of labored breathing and coughing. We couldn't get his breathing under control after a couple hours of trying the meds we had so we called the doctor at 9 for a 10am appointment. The doctor gave him 2 nebulizer treatments in his office with minimal improvement and we were in the ED by noon. A few hours later he had been admitted to the Pediatric ICU. There were lots of intense moments on Saturday when his lungs were bad but his temper and fear of the place were worse making his breathing worse not better - despite being on a bunch of meds and 02.
Saturday night we both were able to stay there with him (thanks to amazing friends and family taking the girls all day --Paul & Laura, Amy & Jamie - and overnight - Dad) to take turns resting and helping with a 14 hour continuous nebulizer treatment. He eventually adjusted to the mask, just needed one of us to keep it on his face when he would roll over or shift. Sunday was a huge improvement. It was almost a fun day - as I got to grab the girls from Rich's house, bring them to the hospital to visit. Then our friend Ben and Nichole picked up the girls for a shopping spree and sugar fix before I met them at a birthday party (not far from the hospital) to bounce and slide on blow up houses. What a great outlet for 3 kids, er I mean 2 kids and their supervisor, to let off some steam after having been in an ICU all day. We had some time as a family in the ICU with a happy and improving Luke and I got home that night to sleep with the girls, thinking Luke was doing great and coming home the next day. Turns out his O2 Saturation levels dropped too low while sleeping so they put oxygen up his nose - which he hated and that only lasted 5 min, before Missy took over doing O2 blow by all night.
Ashley, Nicole and I met Alli for doughnuts in honor of Nicole's birthday and then got to the hospital by 7:30 on Monday. Luke was looking pretty weak and sick of being there, but given his performance the night before we were told we would probably stay another night. Exhaustion was beginning to hit all us really hard by then. I had fallen asleep on the floor next to my bed trying to set my alarm the night before, Missy had slept even less than I had and Luke hadn't gotten through a full sleep cycle in 3 days due to not breathing, poking nurses or bubbling O2 hoses. He finally napped for a brief period around noon while I dropped off the girls at Matt & Stacie's house where she entertained the birthday girl with gifts, water games and toys - amazing family. So during Luke's nap, the nurses reported that his 02 had only dropped to 93%, so the doc said we could go home. Surprising to us - and Luke. We packed up quickly. He was confused and tried and when we told him we were going home, he said, in a typical 2 yr old fashion, "no". But by the time we got home he was happy to be here. We all were.
So many of the prayers were answered, but even more than that we had peace. As I caught on the radio this morning: Big God= little problems. Little God = big problems. The covering of prayer and offers for tangible support were seemingly endless. Throughout the ordeal I can only recall feeling scared once (when the nurse started talking about all the reasons you don't want to intubate an asthmatic - RN's not a great discussion to have with the parents when it isn't necessary) but with a brief prayer God again granted me a peace that surpasses understanding and I knew that He was in control. I didn't know the outcome (still don't - not really) but it was very clear that God was in control and going to give us the strength to get through whatever we were going to face.
I'm not saying there were not tears and more emotion and Love for Luke felt this weekend (pretty awesome how trials bring that out) but so many times, the tears were either pure physical exhaustion (which God quickly countered with the strength we needed) or tear of joy as we saw the ways God was providing for us, through family, friends, prayer support, visitors, great kids, I could go on, but you get the point. It's not that God prevents us from going through the storms in life, but having Him present with us through the storms. I don't know if the clinical outcome was impacted by prayer - given his speedy response and great attitude, I have to believe it was- but even if it wasn't, the prayers were answered in the peace that Missy and I had - the growth and maturity that Luke displayed - and the love and support poured upon us by family. It is the power and unity of the Holy Spirit that explains the peace, connection and beautiful orchestration of this weekend. So many people took the lead of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, and put their own needs aside and cared for us, cared for Luke, cared for our kids.
I have a whole new understanding of what parents go through when a kid is in the hospital. And to anyone facing a health trial of a child, my prayers are with you - and beyond the physical healing we ache for - my prayer is that through the power of the resurrection of Jesus, you could also experience Peace in the midst of trials.
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