I must write this soon. What a week it's been. A blur really. Good news is that baby Maxwell is already 3 weeks old now. He is growing so fast and I already see his first double chin!! My little baby. But this story is not about Maxwell. It's about poor little Mo, little Mowie. On Christmas he seemed a bit off so the next day Paul took him in to the walk in clinic at the hospital and the doc said he had some kind of viral infection etc etc take tylenol etc. He never had much of a fever but by Tuesday morning he was not even eating Paul's yogurt and let me tell you, he LOVES Paul's special Activia yogurt. He was just a listless lump so I decided to take him to the doc. Can you believe I almost didn't?? It was gonna be hard but I got a babysitter and took him and boy was that the toughest couple of hours!!
First he got some nebulizer treatments, then they said it was asthma and by the end they put him on oxygen and had me cart him over to the hospital next door where we checked him in as an in-patient and got him all hooked up to the IV and chest x-rays and so forth. He had pneumonia in both lungs. So scary. Oh man even as I write this I tremble with fear for what might have been. What if I hadn't taken him in? What if Dr. Schofield (the new partner with Dr. Larsen) hadn't been free or what if they were both out of town? Luckily, they took this very seriously. Paul rushed home from work to get to the hospital so I could go home to the babysitter and nurse baby Maxwell. By this time I was a mess of tears and also was basically bursting at the seams from needing to nurse. Ouch! Luckily (I should say blessedly) we also have great babysitters who love Moses so much and were also so supportive and concerned.
Paul told me over the phone they couldn't find a vein on little Moses so they had to do an IV through his neck. So glad I wasn't there to see that but I guess Moses was so listless they could do anything they wanted with him. Well for the next day and a half I went back and forth to the hospital and Paul slept there and watched over him and so many friends and ward members helped out and brought food and medicine and came to give him a blessing and texted and called and boy do I feel loved.
Everytime I would leave the hospital, I would cry and I felt so helpless to leave my little Moses there plus I always get postpartum-y after I have a baby. Lotsa hormones going on over here these days. So on Wednesday night he wasn't eating or drinking anything and I was so desperate and my mom recommended I give him a smoothie so last minute I decided to make one and I brought it to him and finally he started to drink something!! Paul and I were so amazed and grateful and right away we knelt down and said a prayer of Thanksgiving. Praise the Lord!! I tell you, as we said that prayer, I felt angels around us in the room. As sure as I am writing this, I can tell you that we were not alone in that room. That there were those beyond the veil who love and support us and care for us. I have such a burning testimony of this and I want to share and rejoice in this before I forget. We had many people praying for us and my heart is full and grateful for all of those wonderful people who believe in the power of prayer.
Well, I should be sleeping but I must write this before I forget. What a great spiritual experience. The following day, New Year's Eve in the evening, Moses was released from the hospital and we came home and he is doing better every day and is eating more and drinking more and tomorrow I take him to the doctor. I am so grateful to the Lord for caring for our beautiful son. I love you so much Moses.
