Yesterday was brutal. Noah threw up 4 times and was so sick all day. He couldn’t eat…super nauseous…couldn’t even smell food. Most of the day, he slept. We couldn’t figure it out, then it hit me. He was “hungover.”
At the MRI, I told them that a little propofol goes a LONG way with him. (He was put to sleep for this one to do an LP – lumbar puncture in his spine to collect fluid.) The MRI takes 2 hours, so it was supposed to be over at 2. It still wasn’t over at 3. I was livid!!!!! I told them to get him awake!!!! Then we go back and I find out that not only did they give him TONS of propofol, they also gave him Versed on top of it!!!!! Then they said he kept wiggling like he has to go to the bathroom, so we catheterized him!! I WAS FREAKING OUTTTTT!!! I said “his bladder had NOTHING IN IT!!!! I took him to the bathroom right before he went in and he hasn’t eaten since 7pm the night before!!” “No, it was really full” they said “because we gave him lots of fluids.” WHATTTTTT!!!??? WHY????!!!! And I still never got an answer about that. So not only was he completely sick, asking “why do I feel so weird mom… my eyes are so wiggly” but he had a sore, red “winky” and pain peeing.
And then the news on top of this.
So, I slept on the floor with them. Crying (silently), praying and snuggling in our sleepover.
Now it’s Sunday. Noah wakes up. “Mom, I feel so much better than yesterday.” (Thank you Lord.) “Can we please do something as a family today like go to Disney?” Off we went. We ate breakfast at his favorite place (Kona Cafe)… laughed and played. Landin rode Dumbo, the carousel and (Noah’s favorite) the “people mover” for the first time. Noah and Landin drove the cars for the first time. It was a great day…hard… but great. We can’t waste one second today worrying about tomorrow. He is here now. We are together now.
Tonight at church the question was asked “do you wake up in the morning happy, thanking God for a new day or do you wake up saying when can I to go back to bed.” (I sighed ) The sermon was about Jesus gathering Peter (Simon), Andrew, James, John… they left their “nets”, families and homes to follow Him, not knowing how life would be or how things would end up. Dennis and I are thankful for every new day. We are following Him. He is in control. When we say prayers at night and pray for healing, Noah says “Mom, you’re not praying for me are you…because I am well…I am total healed.” I think of this often. Noah loves the Lord and has a strong, strong faith. He is in Faith Formation (religion) classes and he can’t get enough. He has learned all the prayers that he is supposed to know and wants more each night. One of his favorite things was learning about Advent this past Christmas. “Mom, let me teach you about Advent… it means “to prepare.” I would sit and let him teach me. Is he well? Or… (from the mouths of babes)… does he know his soul is well and will be well with God. We are on this planet for such a short micro-second compared to eternal life in heaven. How I wish I wasn’t just a human.
“Mom, you know we never die… we live forever!” I know baby boy… “Mom, I bet there are millions of Legos too!”
ps. By no means should anyone think we are strong… Dennis and cried for over three hours and I almost threw up all over our bed. And yes… my stupid vertigo is back. I can’t walk a straight line.
Dear Heavenly Father, please help us walk with you. Help all of us understand your grace. Thank you for all of our blessings. Help us with peace.
pss. I love you Walt Disney. Ha, ha – can’t see me cry with my sunglasses on!