Monday, May 10, 2010

Three in a row

Lots of posts!

So my little guy is home and taking a good nap. He basically boycotted sleep in the hospital. He seems perfect:) He's such a little miracle and a fighter.

So we head out on Thursday for Virginia to celebrate the life of Grandma Peggye. She will be missed. I am so glad she got to meet the boys in February.

Sunday, May 9, 2010


After my last post, I fell asleep until 5:45 a.m. and texted Rich at the hospital. K was doing really well. No fever and happy. I later joined them at the hospital and got the whole story. So K threw up as soon as they got in the ambulance. His chest X-ray looked okay and all they could find was an ear infection. His WBC was 29000 which is high - and indicates infection. Here's the crazy thing. My little fighter went from a fever from 106.7 to 98.6 with just one dose of tyelonol - and he threw up within 20 minutes of getting that dose. He did not receive IV antibiotics until later in the morning - like 7 a.m. His fever NEVER came back. I really think God healed that little bugger. Today he seems perfect. Super happy. Great oxygen saturation levels on room air - like 96-98% which is REALLY high for him. He has had two rounds of IV antibiotics and will stay tonight so they can do a third round in the morning - but he is really pretty much perfect for K. Totally unexpected and miraculous. After the ambulance left at 3:15 a.m. early Saturday morning, I completely expected him to be intubated and life flighted to a hospital with a PICU. God had other plans!

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Crippling Fear

Tonight I woke up to the familiar beeping of K's alarm. Its not a crisis anymore when I hear it go off. Most of the time, it is a false alarm or has fallen off his foot. Tonight, however, it was the real deal. When I got in his room, both alarms were red - heart rate and oxygen levels. My heart skipped a beat - HR 211, O2 83. A high heart rate always indicates fever for K. I grabbed the thermometer off his dresser and stuck it in his mouth. 106.7. I felt paralyzed. I grabbed the tylenol from his dresser, measured out 5mL and put it in his G-tube. I ran to the kitchen to get water to flush his G-tube and woke up Rich. Found my phone in the kitchen and called 911. Took K off the low flow oxygen regulator and hooked him up to the big concentrator and upped his O's to 3 ltr. That's alot of O2 for my boy. Way too much. He still was satting low. I grabbed K out of the crib and held him upright to try to keep him awake. He started crying. To me, crying was good thing. I stuck my finger in his hand and he gripped it. The paramedics arrived. Whisked him off to the ambulance. Then I crumbled. Nausea and shaking overcame my body. Called my mom. She tried to calm my very anxious heart. She prayed with me. Called Rich. Fever down to 104. O2 down to 2 ltr and 97%. I could breath normally again. My shaking stopped. I wish I had more faith to not be overcome with fear and trembling even when my baby's health is so fragile.

God give me more faith. More trust. Give me the strength when I am crippled with fear. Protect my children.