Remember that “slight cold” of Grant’s I referred to in my last post? Well, very sadly—later in the week--that cold turned into RSV. On Wednesday, I could sense Grant’s difficulty breathing (though he had no fever) and so I decided to take him into the doc’s. No real worries on my part, just wanted to be cautious. But after receiving a few breathing treatments in the office, Grant’s struggle was still apparent and so he and I were off to the ER. In this setting, oxygen levels were low and breathing was much too fast, therefore, overnight hospital admittance was necessary. I’ll admit, I was very stressed and fearful at first—shocked, really! Didn’t have a clue that he was so sick. More than anything, I was sad to see my sweet little boy in such discomfort.
But gratefully, over the course of a few days with constant treatments, and high levels of monitoring, Grant recovered and was able to come home healthy and happy.
Our hospital stay, though a burden in many ways, was also a very quiet and peaceful time. I was able to focus solely on Grant and his needs. I actually changed his diaper every hour! Poor guy usually gets the shaft as I am so busy with his brother and sis. I watched some TV, slept, cuddled my boy, reflected on life. I was so grateful to have medical staff there to ease Grant’s discomfort and to help him heal quickly. Also grateful for our wonderful friends who brought dinner, watched the kids, picked them up from school, stayed late at our apartment, and took amazing care of us while Blake and I did our best to manage the situation. We are so lucky and so blessed by our children’s general state of health. I know that I take it for granted and this experience helped me focus on those blessings.
