As if my life needed more complexity, Number 5 was admitted to PICU on Monday night (well, really, early Tuesday morning) with severe infection in his lungs. When I got him to the ER, he was gray. I’m no medical expert, but gray = bad. He was intubated about 30 minutes after we arrived and admitted shortly after that.
Now, I’m not going to share all the nitty gritty details, but let me just say this. What a freaking roller coaster. I mean, whoa. After I got my my emotions under control (sorta) and sat down in the room, I just thought to myself, “Why? Why, Lord, would you do this now? Hasn’t this past month been full enough of crazy?” I’m sitting here now, Day 4 of this sweet boy’s stay in the NICU, on the day he turns 6 weeks old, and I’m telling you that the Lord has provided. Big time.
The old hymn, Come Thou Fount, says “Here I raise my ebenezer, hither by Thy help I’ve come.” An ebenezer is simply a monument to signify God’s help, a way to acknowledge God’s blessings and help. As hard as it might be to believe, I can point to several ebenezers since coming to stay at Dell Children’s Hospital. I want to share them with you and remind myself of them in an effort to do as David says in Psalm 9:1, “I will give thanks to the Lord with my whole heart; I will recount all of your wonderful deeds.”
First of all, while I can’t tell you any legal details of the case, Number 5’s stay in the hospital caused a postponement of a hearing that was looking really scary to us. Just know, this was a HUGE blessing to us.
Second, I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but many times in hard circumstances, you realize how many wonderful people love you. I’ve been brought meals and snacks, people have come to pray with us, nurse friends have helped us understand his treatment, and our community of friends and family have wrapped us up in love. I’ve always loved them, but wow. I am so very thankful for my people. I love you guys!
Also, because of the love mentioned above, the staff here have taken notice. I believe with all my heart that little man’s story is bringing glory to God. His life has been too hard for his little 6 weeks of life, but the Lord is using it. He’s showing me that as I share our family’s story with doctors, nurses, RT’s, and other medical staff. He’s showing me as people notice the community of people surrounding us and ask me questions about who they are, how I know them, and comment on what a wonderful family I have. He’s doing something big. I have faith in that for sure.
God has provided. He has loved us and been near to us in this time. He’s taking care of me, Jeff, the 4 older kids and this baby. I’m fighting hard to remember and believe that this baby is God’s baby. He’s got his days in His wonderful hands, and I am so excited to see what He does with them. I wouldn’t have written this story for his life or mine, but God is writing it, and He is good. So I know the story is going to be good too!
Thank you everyone who has prayed for us, taken care of our tangible needs, and walked this journey with us. I love each of you.