January 25 – “Mommy to the hospital”

 

 

The big news from yesterday is that April was admitted to the hospital.  We picked up Cailyn in the morning since April has not been feeling well.  She's had fever off and on for about five days, but she was determined to take a test for her nursing school class.  I think she made it through the test, but then she started having pretty severe pains in her chest, and when some of them started toying with the idea of crawling down her left arm she got really scared.  Nathan was at a fire fighters' training event, but she called him anyway, so she must have been really hurting.  He left immediately, with the blessing of his captain, and took her to the clinic.  As the pain worsened they decided to go on to the emergency room. 

 

God was watching over them.  The ER was having one of those rare slack days.  Plus, they "just happened" to know someone who was working there, so she was ushered right to the triage area and was seen quickly.  April has a history of blood clots, so that was the primary concern.  X-rays didn't seem to show anything, and they were waiting for a cat scan to make absolutely sure.  In fact it looks like before they let her go home they will do a "complete heart workup," whatever that means.  The guarded diagnosis seems to be pleurisy.  Nathan said that's an infection in the tissue surrounding the lungs.  Chris said it is very painful.  That's my two medical geniuses.  I leave all medical stuff in their hands. 

 

Of course all of that took place over a period of … well, the entire day, so Cailyn spent the night with us last night.  Kind of tough to explain that situation to a just-turned-three-year-old.  But she prayed an incredibly sweet, totally unprompted prayer for her Mommy after we got in bed.  She mentioned Mommy, and doctors and Daddy and making her feel all better.  And she ended with a triumphant "Amen."  I wouldn't be surprised if, at that particular moment, April's pain level dropped at least a little bit.  Kids' prayers are awesome.  We hope to take her up to the hospital today to check in with Mommy and Daddy.  Hope that works out.

 

Isaiah 53:9 says, "He was assigned a grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death, though he had done no violence, nor was any deceit in his mouth."

 

Father, thank you for going through what you did to make it possible for us to have a relationship with you.  Amazing.  Amen.