forgive me as i type this, as i am one tired mama.
i meant to have a post for you today, but my day yesterday was overtaken with a sick little boy and an emergency room visit.
milo woke up with a cough yesterday, and around 8 o'clock in the morning, started having trouble breathing.
i took him to the doctor, where he got a few breathing treatments, which didn't change anything for him, so they sent us straight to the E.R. i then proceeded to spend about 10 hours in the emergency room while they tried to figure out why our son wasn't breathing properly. his oxygen levels were back up to normal (they were at 75% when i first got there---which is way low)...but he was still wheezing and sucking air in, pretty heavily.
after many more hours and many more breathing treatments, he finally started responding and perking back up. (it was either the breathing treatments, or the fact that i found the NASCAR channel on the hospital T.V.---one can't be sure which helped his situation)
we finally got home around 10:00 in the evening---after a very long, and tiring day.
at this point, they aren't sure if it was asthma (they can't classify it as asthma with only one episode) or a response to an allergic reaction he had last week OR just a cough/cold turned ugly.
we are so thankful that he's better---and back to his crazy self.
i let him sleep in our bed last night (which is such a treat in this house) and i pretty much just made sure he was breathing all night. yah, i slept grrrrreat. (it was like my first child days---when i had to make sure caedmon was breathing at all times of the night. now my newborns don't get that kind of royal treatment. i'm too damn tired.)
we were so fortunate that it was nothing too serious---that we got it under control.
as i'm sitting there in our E.R. room, watching little kids go by with so many more health issues than my milo, i just couldn't help but be thankful for what the Lord has given us.
i know that at any given moment, things can change. i want to be thankful for every moment. and i don't want it to take a hospital visit to remind me of this.
we got to come home...so many kids at that childrens' hospital don't get to come home.
my heart hurts for those families.
in that very scary moment where he wasn't breathing right, all i could think of was "what the heck can i do right now to help my son---Lord, show me what i need to do!" the thought that it was beyond my control, is a scary thought. but so much in this life is beyond our control. as i slowly grow in my relationship with the Lord, i hope that i can willingly give Him the control. that i can give Him our children. that i can be okay with whatever He throws in our path.
those are not easy things to do.
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so, we had to take milo back to our doctor this morning, for a follow-up. i knew he was back to normal when the nursed asked him how the hospital was and he responded with (very loudly) "can you BELIEVE those people didn't give me dinner OR lunch?!"
LOL. the kid was hungry.
so, as i type this, i can feel my eyelids getting so heavy. my bed is calling my name...except now i have an almost 2 year old calling my name as well. kohen is laying next to me, pitiful and sick. should have known, right?
i am choosing to believe though, that the Lord has a plan, and it is good.