I started writing a post several hours ago about a little sickness in the house. It started out with Caleb having his wisdom teeth removed and the codeine in his pain killer not agreeing with him.
Then about supper time Megan was feeling worse and worse and vomited (I've tried to think of a delicate way to write that, but just can't -- so I won't mention the fluids she was loosing at the other end too.) and said she felt better. But then she continued to vomit and continued. I think we counted well over a dozen in 5-6 hours. After phone calls to a nursing help-line and our own hospital, we decided to take her to the ER. They confirmed that she was dehydrated and needed some meds for the vomiting. So at 1AM she and I headed out in the cold/snowy night to the hospital.
As we waited for a doctor I prayed for a compassionate one. I almost cried when he was talking to Megan so gently and was so kind and quick to respond. Thank you God, for that quick answer to prayer.
The sweet nurses then gave her some IV fluids and several meds for her various symptoms.
As that was doing it's magic, I read a few Psalms to Megan from the Bible I stuffed in my purse as we were leaving the house. That idea comes from my husband who has spent probably too many hours by a hospital bed reading the Psalms to me. I read
Psalm 139 to her and told her I used to pray that over her after she was
sick as a toddler. She looked at me through her drugged/sleepy eyes and said, "Mom, that's my favorite Psalm," and weakly smiled.
We had some sweet, healing conversation.
After her IV was taken out about 3AM we thought we would try to come home so she could sleep in her own bed. She sat up slowly and put her coat on and then sat back down on the edge of the bed for a minute, then suddenly vomited again. I laid her back down and went to tell the nurses. The doctor came back and decided to give her some strong nausea medication through a shot. She fell asleep for a while and about 4AM I woke her and we spent the next 1/2 hour getting out of bed and coat on and to the car.
She did vomit again once she got up to her room, but is now sleeping soundly. The poor thing is so tired and weak.
I know a few people look at this often, and I am asking when you do to pray for healing for Megan. I'll try to put updates on here. And pray for Caleb to be feeling better too.
Now maybe I should get some sleep. But I'm trying to stay awake until Pete gets up. I called him enough through-out the night to disturb his sleep.
Zach and Megan also spent a lot of time making their own snowshoes. (Thanks Megan for the pictures.)
