
I was reminded once again that trusting God to provide in everything is THE ONLY way to live. One minute all was well and the next my baby was being put into an ambulance and headed up to Mary Bridge Children's hospital. Something of shock settled over my body as the Nurse Practioner told me that Jude needed to be admitted to the hospital and that she was arranging a transport. A transport? An ambulance was going to take him so that they could make sure he could breathe. They were afraid he had pneumonia. I had to make some calls...Kyle. I needed Kyle. What was his number again? Strange how the number I have dialed a few times a day for the last 5 years eluded my memory. I stared at the numbers and somehow something from the far recesses of my mind took over. I dialed his number. My hands were shaking and the words wouldn't come...what do I say? Kyle was on his way. Kylee...I had to make arrangements for Kylee but this was about the time they were trying to get an I.V. started on Jude. This dear sweet nurse who had this AWFUL task stopped and held my hands and began to pray...for Jude for me for a vein...It was then that I realized that God is in control...and something of relief washed over me. This precious little boy is His and as much as I love him God loves him more. That gave me comfort. The prayers of many...maybe yours....were answered. Jude was responding to his breathing treatments very well. The chest x-ray showed he did not have pneumonia. The diagnosis: a respitory virus. He spent the night in the hospital with wires and tubes tangled all around him, getting breathing treatments and steady doses of Ibuprofen and Tylenol for his fever and by morning all was looking good. They said we just need to get him to drink and then we could go home. That was a little tricky...but a popsicle was our ticket home.
Then we were home and I felt a little overwhelmed...what if he started having a hard time breathing and I didn't realize it? When he spiked a fever and he didn't respond well to his inhaler...I panicked yet again. What was that I had said about God being in control?
We gave him more Ibuprofen and waited the 2 hours before we could give him more Albuterol and things started looking better. I slept on the floor in his room...and though it was another long night by morning he was looking better. I finally made it to my own bed last night...assured that his breathing was not as labored and he would be fine.
Jude is doing really well today...other than running a fever he hasn't been wheezing and we have been able to go without the inhaler. Praise God for his provision in every way. We are so thankful for all of you who were praying for us. Your prayers were felt and they were answered.