It has been stressful and exhausting around here. On Thursday evening I took Caleb to the ER because after two days of nausea and vomiting, he began to be violently sick. We ended up staying for 8 hours. He got an IV, some Zofran for the nausea and a Cat scan to rule out appendicitis. We finally got home at 4:00 AM after his Cat scan came back normal. Yesterday we were back in the ER after he threw up again and was begging to go see a doctor because his tummy hurt so much. Once again they hooked him up to an IV for dehydration, gave him meds for the nausea, took a chest x-ray to rule out pneumonia because he had begun coughing, and had him taking sips of pop because his blood sugar was low at 67. After 9 hours we were able to come home, thankfully this time with a prescription for an anti-nausea medication to help us get through the weekend.
On Saturday morning, Lauren and I were sitting on her bedroom floor. I was trying to keep her quiet so that she wouldn’t wake everyone in the house. Caleb, had already been sick once and was crying because of the pain in his tummy. As I sat on Lauren’s floor I looked out her bedroom window. She asked me what I was doing and I told her I was praying. We sat in silence for about 15 seconds, before she said, “But, I can’t hear you.” So, I began praying out loud for wisdom and strength to know what to do for Caleb. As I prayed, tears started trickling down my cheeks. Lauren immediately came and wrapped her arms around me and started rubbing my back. She looked into my eyes with her big blue one’s full of concern and said, “Don’t be so sad, my mommy.” I’m pretty sure it was God’s way of giving me the strength I needed to make the decisions that needed to be made that day. Don’t be sad, mommy, she was saying… God is in control.