Walk As Lions

I am at a loss as to how to even attempt to put into words the emotions and events of the past week. At moments, the fear and terror have been overwhelming and it’s easy to forget the joy and hope of a brand new life coming in this world. There is no “good” reason why all of this has happened and even through my distress at the fact that God has allowed it to happen, He has also been faithful in carrying Jonathan and our family thus far.

This past week has been long after going through a difficult hospital experience on my side, leaving behind my precious little one as I discharged from the hospital, watching him undergo open heart surgery and starting recovery, attempting to balance my time between all of my children in a post-partum state while the world continues to move forward requiring me to deal with all of those little life pieces that don’t stop just because my own heart no longer feels like it is beating inside me.

Yesterday evening I trudged out of the hospital after a couple of hours of standing at Jonathan’s bedside. I moved slower and with more discomfort than one week prior at 9 months pregnant. After making it through a pregnancy with zero swelling, last night my ankles were non-existent and pain stabbed and ached through my entire body.

It was nothing though compared to the pain and ache of the longing to hold my child as I hovered over him watching him breathe, watching for any sign of his pain or recognition of my presence. Both the doctor and nurse on duty had explained there was a possibility by tomorrow afternoon (today) I might be able to hold him. I felt cautiously optimistic, holding excitement and hope at bay as I didn’t think I could bear the disappointment and heartbreak if it ended up taking a few days longer.

IMG_1138The guilt raged within me that this precious babe should have continuously been in my arms being snuggled and loved into this world with his brothers playing cheerfully beside him and not relegated to an hour or two a day of his mom standing by his bed holding the tiny little fingers of the only part of him not covered by tubes and wires.

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As I drove home I thought about the fact that I haven’t even known how to pray and I have been relying on the prayers of others. I felt discouraged within myself that I haven’t been able to adequately pray for my children or take any steps forward in faith. Then this song came on the radio and it was like God was speaking directly to me over the fact that I couldn’t quiet my own soul enough to hear His voice.

Today we live, today we breathe
Today we know that we are strong when we are weak
Today we trust, we overcome
Take every chain that kept us slaves and throw em’ off
We’re not waiting for permission
We defy our inhibition
Like our middle name is “fearless”
Unafraid
If we’re gonna fly, we fly like eagles
Arms out wide
If we’re gonna fear, we fear no evil
We will rise
By your power, we will go
By your spirit, we are bold
If we’re gonna stand, we stand as giants
If we’re gonna walk, we walk as lions
We walk as lions
Today is ours, it’s always been
Before we face the fight
We know who’s gonna win
We live by faith and not by sight
We don’t want safe and quiet
We don’t wanna run and hide
This is not an intermission
It’s our time, not gonna miss it
You’ve already called us fearless
Unafraid
The battle has been won
We know you’ve gone before us
So, we take it hard in faith
With every step we take
We know we’ll rise victorious

Jonathan is doing phenomenally well! Those were the words of his nurse last night who has eight years of Cardiac ICU experience. The doctor yesterday placed him at the 90% level of how well kiddos do after the Norwood procedure. God has a magnificent purpose for his life. The prayers of believers every where are holding Jonathan (and us) up through this. We will make it through to the other side. We will walk as lions.

Saul and Jonathan were beloved and pleasant in their lives,
And in their death they were not divided;
They were swifter than eagles,
They were stronger than lions.
2 Samuel 1:23

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Hold on tight a little longer

So, here we are…less than a week away from Jonathan’s birth. There are so many things I wanted to write about, so many things I wanted to say and do before we made it here, but alas, here we are.

In actuality I’m pretty impressed that I haven’t gone in to labor yet as two of my babies arrived early. I did however have one “due date baby” who was nearly 8lbs so I’ve been praying Jonathan will follow down that path. The longer he stays put, the bigger he can grow, and the better off he will be for surgery. We are anticipating his arrival by the end of the week and open heart surgery (The Norwood Procedure) early next week.

Are we prepared for this? Absolutely not. Would we ever be prepared for this even if we had all the time in the world? I doubt it.

Some of this morning’s final preparations have included time on the phone trying to find some extra help for respite care for Ethan. We’re also working on finding someone who can complete a neuropsych eval on a nonverbal, developmentally delayed teenager as well as a psychiatrist who is able to see him. If anyone has any recommendations please, please contact me!

I have also been contacting various friends and acquaintances, to coordinate child care for my little guys. Thank you to everyone who has offered to try to be available if we find ourselves in a pinch!

We have been very fortunate to have found a nice home to stay in while we’re here in Denver. The boys are still adjusting to being in about 1/3 of the space they’re accustomed to and the downstairs neighbor has been more than gracious in tolerating their “cabin fever” and general little boy rambunctiousness.
We miss our New Life family who have been such a community of support but have found a “home away from home” with the Novation Church family. They have surely demonstrated what it truly means to be a “church.” In addition to friends and family, Dan’s employer and “work family” has been amazingly supportive and understanding of our situation during this time as well. We have truly been blessed by our “village.”

If you feel led to keep us in prayer our requests include:

  • Complete and total healing for Ethan,
    Jonathan‘s heart,
    and Josiah‘s kidney
  • Safe labor and delivery
  • Health for whole family – if anyone is sick they will not be able to see Jonathan and I want my boys to meet their brother before he undergoes surgery (in fact anyone who is not up-to-date on vaccinations, especially TDAP/DTAP will not be able to see Jonathan in the foreseeable future due to the risk to his life should he contract a respiratory infection)
  • Wisdom for the surgeon, doctors, and nurses
  • Blessings on everyone who has been and will be caring for my children (especially my family who has been caring for Ethan)
  • Additional resources and care for Ethan
  • Peace for the entire family (me, D, our boys, grandparents, aunts, uncles)
  • Safe and healthy labor and delivery for Jonathan’s cousin who is due to be born the same day as Jonathan!

We have created a facebook page to help us quickly provide updates once Jonathan arrives
Jonathan’s Journey

Small Miracles

In the midst of what seems like bad report after bad report we finally have a good report: Josiah will be keeping both of his kidneys!

We are still looking at a surgical repair in the next month or so to correct the reflux issue. As scary as any type of surgery on a major organ sounds, I think it’s definitely less scary than the alternative.
Case in point: out of no where this week Josiah spiked a fever that quickly escalated. An urgent care visit, a pediatrician office visit, and two different antibiotics later and his body is responding. It sounds so silly to me that a simple thing as a fever caused such an intense and immediate reaction in seeking treatment but the fact of the matter is if another infection invades his kidney it could leave permanent damage resulting in the outcome, we are thankful to be avoiding, the loss of a kidney.

We are also incredibly blessed that Children’s Hospital Colorado is nationally ranked in both of the specialties two of our kids will be having surgical procedures in this summer. We have learned who the two surgeons will be and are ecstatic that both are considered to be the best we could have gotten. That’s a pretty great miracle right there.

In other good news: we have an amazing couple who will be staying in our house this summer while we’re gone! This is a huge relief in easing the burden of our temporary relocation. They are actually the aunt and uncle of the fantastic young lady who has been babysitting Josiah and Elijah for us. In addition to babysitting she has helped me with cleaning and organizing as we prepare to leave our “home.”

We have had an incredible outpouring of love and support from the community of people around us; friends, family, acquaintances, even complete strangers. If I had to be thankful for this family crisis (and maybe some day I will be able to honestly say I’m thankful for what we’re going through but I’m not there yet) it would be because I have gotten to see how truly wonderful humans can be to one another.

This experience has awakened me to the fact of how little I have done for others in the past. I am so guilty of coming into contact with pain and inside of my head being secretly grateful that it wasn’t me, that I could go home and sleep at night. As people have been supporting us in so many ways I’ve made big plans on how I will be “paying it forward” when we come out the other side (and ways that I can pay it forward now). As I have pleaded (even bargained) with God in prayer this week to completely heal my children, or even at least one of them, I felt the Lord prod me with a question. “If I completely free you from this will you go on and live your life as ‘normal?'”
Wow. The temptation would so easily be to forget all of this, to forget all of the other people in pain and crisis, to isolate ourselves and to live our happy little lives away from the heartbreak of others around us. I don’t want to be that person. I want to be the supportive, encouraging person that others are being to me right now.

Many years ago when Ethan was a baby, I was going through an incredibly intense and difficult situation. It changed me as a person in building my faith and strengthening my relationship with the Lord. I remember praying “if this is what it takes to keep me close to You then keep me in pain Lord.”
What a dumb thing to pray. I should have prayed thanks to the Lord that through the pain he had kept me close to Him and asked His help to never stray away and forget. More than a decade has passed since then and I still have only a rudimentary understanding of the mystery of God but I do know that He is good. He never causes us pain, but when pain happens He uses it toward His glory and plan, if we will allow Him to do so.
So Lord I ask you to perform creative miracles and completely heal each one of my children but in the process help me to never forget what You have done. Enable me to be a pitcher of cool water to others as they walk through the desert. Let me never be callous to the pain of others and to always be thankful for the smallest of miracles.

 

I just can’t…

“They say sometimes you win some, sometimes you lose some. And right now, right now I’m losing bad.
I’ve stood on this stage night after night, reminding the broken it’ll be alright. But right now, oh right now I just can’t.
It’s easy to sing, when there’s nothing to bring me down. But what will I say when I’m held to the flame like I am right now?” -MercyMe

I’m tired…And I don’t mean I’m entering the homestretch of the third trimester of pregnancy tired (although I am that too). I feel exhausted mentally, emotionally, spiritually, as if I have absolutely nothing left. Most times in life if I’ve begun to feel like this I try to get outside of myself and help someone else who is also going through something tough. I spend time listening to what is going on in friends’ lives and be supportive of them. I find that focusing on others’ needs instead of drowning in my own really helps me to gain perspective, to see the bigger picture and recognize the good things that are happening. Right now though, I can’t even do that. I don’t even have the energy to reply to simple texts from my closest friends. I’ve severely neglected all of my relationships lately. I’ve even told some of the people who are closest to me to stop talking because I cannot deal with their emotions. It’s simply too much for me to carry. Some days I don’t even know how to pray.  I feel like a horrible person and honestly there are moments I don’t care how horrible I am because I just can’t.

Other times I find myself spilling all the intimate details of my life to complete strangers or new friends/acquaintances who out of kindness made the mistake of asking me how things are going. There’s a certain element of catharsis to spilling your guts to someone you know absolutely won’t or can’t try to give any input into the disaster of a story you just told them. Other times I find myself getting angry, overwhelmed, and shutting down because of someone asking me things like “what are you going do to do about _________(fill-in-the-blank)” or “what if _______ happens?”
I want to shake them and scream “I don’t know, I don’t know what to do!”

I absolutely cannot deal with the “what ifs” or creating solutions for the heavy situations coming down the road. I know most folks are simply trying to ease their own worry by finding out what my answer is, because generally I do have (at least in theory) a solution or plan for dealing with the problems that may arise for particular situations.  Other folks I think are trying to be helpful in bringing up potential situations that might occur, thinking that perhaps it hasn’t occurred to me that   fill-in-the-blank    could happen. Well, I can’t think of a single thing someone has asked that I haven’t already thought of…and I still don’t have an answer. All I can do right now is take it minute by minute, day by day and sometimes I can’t even do that. Sometimes I shut down and say “I can’t deal with this situation today” and I put it off until tomorrow in an attempt to self preserve and maintain my own sanity.

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Now that I am obviously and undeniably pregnant to the casual observer I get approached all of the time in public by well-meaning strangers. Some days it’s nice to hear from a stranger that “you’re glowing” and pretend like this is a run-of-the-mill pregnancy, as if nothing is wrong. Other times a well-meaning stranger engages a little too much and it feels too dishonest or too heart-wrenching to pretend everything is fine and I blurt out the whole story. My apologies to all the people who are now terrified to ever talk to another pregnant woman again because of me.

I was meandering through Costco this weekend on a mission for toilet paper and paper towels. I was annoyed at myself for moving so slowly and feeling like everything hurt – back, hips, feet etc. Then I realized, oh yeah I’m in my final weeks of pregnancy. I have 6 weeks or less left. Not more than 3 minutes later this sweet girl at one of the kiosks asked me when I am due. I told her and she remarked on how wonderful I looked for being that far along and said “oh I bet you’re ready to be finished.” Cue the waterfall of tears. Yes and no. I mean yes pregnancy is hard and by the time you reach the end you are SO READY for it to be over. I did have a little more patience and nostalgia this time around knowing it would be my last pregnancy. However, now, as much as I want to give in to the discomfort and say I’m ready for the pregnancy to be completed, I’m not. I’m not because how in the world can you be ready for a pregnancy to be over when you know that once it is, your baby will begin the fight for his life? How can you be ready for it to be over when you know that’s when the actual hard part begins?

I’ve met a really fantastic community of “heart mommas” whose children have CHD. They’ve shared their experiences and sometimes it’s overwhelming so I have to take a step back. Sometimes I feel silly for my “woe is me” because they’ve survived all of the things I’m complaining about. But that’s the thing, they’ve survived it and they tell me if little ol’ them could do it, then they know I can do it. That tells me that they all have felt just as unprepared and weak as I do. It is amazing to me to watch these women who are still struggling through the thick of some of their kids’ battles, jump in and take time to be supportive of other moms.

I think of my own mom often and of all the things she struggled and fought through for us kids. I don’t know how she did it. Lots of time on her knees in prayer. I look at my own life and know she raised me to be a better mom than I’m being. Even now my family is carrying a huge portion of this burden for me just so that we can survive and I feel helpless to help them.

If I could ask anyone reading this for anything it would be to please keep praying for us. Please pray for strength, grace, insight and wisdom for all of those involved in providing care for my children.
Ethan’s needs require continuous ongoing prayer.
Even though we were told Josiah had less than a 1% chance of requiring surgery for the issue that landed him in the hospital, as it turns out, that is the road we are headed down. Now we are trying to coordinate plans for his care as the time frame begins to bleed into the same time that Jonathan is due to be born and undergo surgery.

I know God can miraculously heal. I know He can provide new organs and new perfectly functioning systems for my children.

Thank you for your prayers and support to everyone out there. Some of you will never know how much your one kind word or gesture (even an indirect interaction with us) got us through a difficult moment.

Baby Frasier Medical Fund

Rest Easy

 

One more mile ’til I lay rest
I have put myself through this rigid test
But the mile has never ended, no distance has been gained
I do not see greatness I wanted to obtain

Apparently Elijah decided he’d had enough of his brothers hogging all of the attention and jumped in on the action. Last night (Sunday) he took a header into the entertainment center. When he turned around and stood up I thought “oh no, don’t panic, heads bleed a lot.” Then when I picked him up and saw the size of the gash I immediately yelled to Danny “Emergency Room! Now!”

Where is my embrace from the race that I have run?
I have kept a steady pace but still I have not won

Seven stitches in the forehead later, we were back at home facetiming with big brother Ethan to help cheer up the battle wounded warrior. We’ve been very fortunate that my parents have been able to care for Ethan during this time that he’s had some behaviors and difficulty adjusting to all of the changes he’s been facing in life. I know it would have been especially hard for him to see Eli hurt and sit in the emergency room for treatment as medical facilities cause him stress and anxiety.

Rest easy, have no fear
I love you perfectly, love drives out fear
I’ll take your burden, you take my grace
Rest easy in my embrace

Fortunately the ER doc was able to use a topical numbing agent on Elijah’s forehead. He didn’t care for it but it was much better than an injection. As we waited for it to take effect, Josiah patted his leg and said “it’ll be fine. Don’t cry Eli.”
When it came time for the stitches Danny stayed with Eli and I took Josiah out of the room as didn’t want to traumatize him as well. As it turned out Eli did great. He didn’t fuss or fight the doctor on the stitches at all. The doctor found me in the waiting area to tell me that it was the best he’d ever had a kid sit for stitches.
No signs of concussion or any other trauma, just a fantastic cut.

I am such a sinner, I fear my evil ways
I fear my imperfection, I fear my final days
I just want to take control and snap this rusty chain
Drop my heavy burden, it seems to be in vain

Sunday was an emotional day. Danny and I began our discussions on Jonathan’s Advance Directives. We know where we stand on making decisions to treat or not treat based on numbers and success rate statistics. It’s the issues such as: at what point do we enact a DNR, that we are struggling through. I’ve heard of stories of babies who required resuscitation after open heart surgery who ended up being fine. However as a nurse (especially a hospice nurse) I know about all of the other stories when things don’t end up fine. At what point with resuscitation, intubation, etc is enough enough? Unlike in the movie The Mexican I don’t think the answer is “Never.”

Rest easy, have no fear
I love you perfectly, love drives out fear
I’ll take your burden, you take my grace
Rest easy in my embrace

We have a lot of prayerful consideration ahead. These are not easy topics nor are they easy decisions. No one can make the choices but us and we are going to have to rely heavily on the Lord to know what our decisions should be.


I am not a bold man even though I want to be
I am just a dreamer with a timid history
Scared of confrontations I fume all through the night
The world has it’s hold on me and I just want to fly

I wish someone could step in and say “do this. This is the right answer.” I suppose that’s why we have the Holy Spirit. I’ll admit though, it is hard to hear His voice at times, especially when all of the shouting, the fear, the anxiety on the inside of your own head is trying to drown everything else out.

The sky, the sky is open wide
But I can’t fly ’til I step aside

I had been feeling super anxious on Saturday evening into the next morning. After we made it into church I began to feel some relief. It wasn’t necessarily the sermon (which was excellent) or the worship (which was also amazing) but the connection with our community. It’s difficult to even put into words how meaningful it is to simply see a familiar face, to get a hug, to have someone genuinely listen to how you’re doing. We haven’t been able to make it to church in about a month and not going hurts. I realized that in a few weeks we won’t be able to be physically present at our church. We may in fact miss a few months. I’m sure we can find a church to attend while we’re away in Denver, but will we find the community?

Rest easy, have no fear
I love you perfectly and perfect love drives out fear
I’ll take your burden, you take my grace
Rest easy in my embrace

It’s all in God’s hands now. There’s not much we can do about anything.

Rest easy
Rest easy
Rest easy in my embrace
Rest easy

-Audio Adrenaline

Baby Frasier Medical Fund

Quick Update

We’ve had a million and two doctor appointments since I last updated on how Jonathan is doing. Between the chaos of Josiah being sick, and then the rest of us (minus Ethan thankfully) picking up this horrible cold that I will always look back on as “the plague,” we haven’t had a lot of free time on our hands. Every week I have at least one appointment for the pregnancy and at least one appointment for one of the other kids.

Per Jonathan’s last echocardiogram nothing heart-wise has changed. We keep holding on to hope every time we go in that today will be the day mouths drop open in shock as they tell us everything looks great. It hasn’t happened yet, but we keep praying for it. The good news though is that nothing has gotten worse. There was a fleeting moment of terror when the cardiologist came into the ultrasound room to take a second look at something that concerned him. It turned out to be nothing, but still, in that moment when the doctor is pursing his lips together and intently studying the ultrasound monitor you can’t help but hold your breath for an eternity and wait for the proverbial “other shoe to drop.”

Our latest maternal fetal specialist ultrasound showed that Jonathan’s growth is right on target and everything else looks great. Essentially, outside of a major heart defect, this is about as “typical” of a pregnancy as one can get.

Yesterday I had a routine OB appointment and everything was on track there as well. Heartbeat and movement were good, belly is measuring as it should, and glucose test results were normal.

Until yesterday our understanding was that all of our care (fetal cardiology, OB, maternal fetal specialist) would transfer to Denver providers at 32 weeks. Now believe it or not, lots of people vacation during the summer. As it turns out, medical professionals are people too. Shocking, I know. 😉
We’ve run into some scheduling issues with some of the various team members being out for vacation over the next few weeks. This means we will stick with our local medical teams for a couple extra weeks before transferring all care to Denver. This does save us some commuting time in the weeks prior to relocating to Denver.

I’ve spent quite a bit of time the last two days trying to get appointments scheduled here locally as our providers here had been anticipating those follow up appointments would occur in Denver. Over the next few weeks the frequency of our appointments will increase as Jonathan will be closely monitored for his health and well-being in utero. This means continued echocardiograms, ultrasounds for growth, and we will also begin doing a weekly biophysical profile.

Here is a link with some additional info on the medical side of how things look for Jonathan’s heart and what intervention after he is born will entail.
http://www.sistersbyheart.org/content/what-hlhs

Thank you again to everyone for keeping us in your thoughts and prayers.

 

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You’re welcome, and thank you!

My two little guys have fallen in love with the Moana movie, more specifically Maui and the “You’re Welcome” song.


They know all of the words and it’s a scream to watch them sing to it. They also now take advantage of every opportunity to say “thank you” and “you’re welcome.” This is actually really appropriate and relevant to our lives right now as we have so many people to tell “thank you.”

It is incredibly humbling to be in a position where you genuinely don’t have the resources or ability to even survive a situation let alone fix it. All you can do is graciously accept help from other people. In the past I have thought it was silly for people to get embarrassed about needing help. We all need a little help from time to time so don’t get all weird about it, just smile and say thank you because it’s no big deal.

Well I get it now. Sometimes you need more than a little help for a little bit of time. Sometimes you need big help, over and over. Sometimes it is really hard to simply smile and say “thank you” because you’re so horrified to once again need help and you begin to feel like you’ve become a walking charity case. You don’t want people to groan when they hear your name mentioned. “Oh those Frasiers, they’re in trouble again, I wonder what they need this time”
Danny and I have spent countless hours fretting over how we will ever express how truly grateful we are and how we will ever repay everyone for all of their kindness and generosity.
It has very much been an eye opening experience. It’s like trying to repay Jesus for his sacrifice on the cross. Impossible.

A GoFundMe (Frasier Baby Medical Fund) page was started for us to help us cover some of the expenses we are encountering on this journey. It has been a fun surprise (and by fun surprise I mean absolutely shocking to the point of feeling nauseous) to discover even after our high deductible, how many necessary medical expenses don’t fall under the coverage of our medical insurance. In addition to the unexpected medical expenses We will also need to temporarily relocate to the Denver area to be closer to Children’s Hospital and this obviously comes with a price tag.

A few folks have asked why the need for the temporary relocation. In order to provide the best possible scenario for Jonathan’s care and reduce any additional risks to his health, it is best for him to be born at Children’s Hospital. Some doctors have even suggested we seek treatment for Jonathan at Boston Children’s or Children’s Stanford (which is astronomically beyond our means to provide for him even as much as we obviously want what is best for him). If he is not delivered at Children’s he will need to fairly quickly be transported there by emergency airlift. This of course would mean additional medical expenses and put us in the position of me recovering from delivery at one hospital while our newborn baby boy fights for his life at another hospital.

This is my fourth baby. A couple of my kiddos made early appearances into the world, with baby #3 making a very quick entry. Prior to Jonathan’s diagnosis my regular OB had already informed me that “the moment you realize you’re in labor you need to head straight to the hospital because I’d prefer if you didn’t have a baby in the car.” Taking this into consideration the medical professionals have made it clear that we need to be within easy driving distance to Children’s Hospital at least a few weeks before our due date.

Our goal is to create as stable of an environment as possible for all of our children with the chaos they are bound to experience this summer. We want them to have a safe living space. We want to be these awesome parents who are able to be everything and everywhere for our kids but the reality is that we’ll have a baby in the hospital, kids at home, and Danny still has a job to work (which may require a long commute for him). We can’t be everything our kiddos need.

As a pregnant mom you carry your baby for 9 months and then when he is birthed upon the world you expect to be able to be there to comfort him and hold him close so that he can adjust to “life on the outside” as gently as possible. My baby is going to be in a hospital undergoing open heart surgery. I may not be able to snuggle him the way it seems a mom and a newborn should be able to do. I want to be there as close as possible to him and at the very least to provide the familiar sound of my voice during those times he can’t be held. At the same time I still want to be present for my other children. Their needs don’t go away just because they have a sick brother. I still want to be the best mom possible for them, to laugh and play, instruct and guide, hold them when they cry and let them know that they are safe and well loved. Danny and I can’t be everywhere at once. When we aren’t able to be with our other boys they need safe and reliable care which means we have to accept help from trusted people. We will incur childcare expenses as it is unfair to expect anyone to sacrifice time away from earning their own paycheck. We do not want to take advantage or cause anyone to feel resentful for helping us or our children.

Amyhow, all of that said to get to the point of saying thank you.

Thank you to everyone who has shared the GoFundMe page. Every time I see that it’s been shared my heart is warmed that so many people believe we are a worthy cause. We have been floored by the generosity of all of you who have donated. There have been donations from our family, close friends, friends we haven’t seen in years, friends we’ve just met and people we have never met. It is tremendously humbling. Thank you for caring that much about us. Thank you for believing our baby’s life is worth it.

We are also so truly grateful for the support of our communthity around us the past couple of weeks. This is an entire other story in itself to share but here’s a short summary.
Our 3 year old Josiah had been sick for a few weeks with many visits to the pediatrician and urgent care. On the day his fever spiked to 105.3 (yes you read that correctly) his illness was no longer brushed off as some unfortunate viral infection that he was taking a long time to recover from.

Our sweet little guy ended up being hospitalized for nearly a week. He underwent numerous invasive and noninvasive tests. I can’t even express the heartbreak of having to hold down your sick 3 year old while something painful is done to him especially when he looks up at you through his tears and cries “mommy help me! Mommy they’re hurting me!” He doesn’t understand that you’re trying to help him and that the bigger fear is not the pain he’s in now but the fact that if someone doesn’t find an answer soon he could die.

It was a long and terrifying ordeal that turned out to be a severe kidney infection requiring several days of IV antibiotics. He will need some further testing over the next few weeks after he recovers but praise God because he’s on the mend.

I can’t express enough thanks to all of the people who prayed. I put out some desperate and panicked messages/phone calls/emails and the response was overwhelming. I can tell you that it was after those calls for prayer went out that we started seeing things change and turn around. It is such a reminder to me to keep asking for prayer over our situation. If you have even 2 minutes right now please take a moment to pray for my kids.
Ethan is still struggling through medication and behavior issues. I try to maintain as much privacy for him as possible but he can use all of your prayers.
Josiah continues to recover form this infection and may potentially have other kidney issues that need to be addressed.
Elijah has born the brunt of being “the only healthy kid” for the past couple of weeks. He is now in need of a lot of attention. He seems to be having night terrors and some separation anxiety.
Then of course there’s Jonathan. He still needs a miracle for his heart. We believe God can touch his heart and cause it to grow and form as it should.

I have so many of you to thank for all that you did for us while Josiah was in the hospital. Thank you for praying. Thank you for listening to my fears and worries at all hours of the day and night. Thank you for putting your entire day on hold to take care of Eli so that we could be at the hospital. Thank you for bringing us meals and running errands for us when we were so tired that we didn’t know how we’d make it through the day.
I know there’s so many other people to thank for so many things and I sincerely apologize if I missed you and what you did for us. Please know that you are appreciated. As I try to think of how I can ever appropriately thank everyone, a scripture from Genesis keeps running through my mind “I will bless those who bless you.” This was God’s promise to Abraham; to the children of Israel and in turn to us once we are adopted into the family of Christ. Thank you for being a blessing.

 

Don’t forget it’s National Nurses Week! Thank you to all my nursling friends out there for doing what you do. Thank you to all my Pikes Peak Hospice peeps! Thank you to all of the nurses who have recently cared for my family (Memorial Hospital ED and peds, Children’s Hospital Cardiology and SC Maternal Fetal Medicine)!