Little did I know that Isaac wasn't getting any better because he had something far worse than any of the others. To make a long story short, he was diagnosed with a massive pneumonia of the left lung last Sunday morning and airlifted to the Children's Hospital in Ottawa on Sunday afternoon. He was admitted until Wednesday evening after making a rapid recovery. Praise God for specific antibiotics! We came back home on Thursday and have entered the convalescence period. Please pray that he would drink more. He used to guzzle down three to four bottles a day but will not touch them anymore and it is all we can do to get him to drink sips of juice or water. We even used a medicine syringe to force water into him yesterday. I am unsure if he has made some sort of association between drinking and the hospital; however, he needs lots of fluids to prevent a relapse. (And, yes, we have tried popsicles: he smiles at me, accepts the popsicle and holds it in his hand until it begins to melt.)
I will definitely put together a longer blog post in the near future as I actually have pictures from beginning to end. While taking these pictures I often wondered if I was being ghoulish snapping photos of my son at various stages of his illness. However, the photo-chronicles did two things: gave me hope that he would recover and that we would one day review these photos and wonder at the whole event; reassured me that I had photos of him no matter what the outcome proved to be.
Also, pray for our family as we settle back into normal life. This event was a tremendous upheaval and I feel more than a little shell-shocked. I hate the term Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (for a myriad of irrational reasons), but I think that there might be a little of that around here.
4 comments:
Be gentle with yourself my friend. What an ordeal you've all been through. Sending love, lots of prayers and friendship.
Poor little man! Pneumonia is no fun at all and I'm so relieved to hear he recovered relatively quickly in hospital and was able to come home to his family.
We're keeping you close in prayer!
We will send up lots of extra prayers! God bless you all :)
I can completely relate to snapping lots of photos and your reasons why...we have done the same thing throughout Eoin's various medical ups and downs and I've often had a similar feeling of ghoulish :P
As for the PTSD...I second Erin, be gentle with yourself, and allow yourself the time to accept that it really is rough to deal with things like this...I've often been surprised how it still sneaks up on me later. Mary is a great consolation at those times :)
We're still praying. There is nothing more heart-breaking or terrifying than seeing your own child sick. Praise God he is doing better.
I'll get the boys praying for him to drink more fluids. I remember Jacob prayed for Isaiah when his weight was too low, and that touched me immensely. I think his innocent prayers what turned things around quickly.
(Can he handle dairy at this point? Because my kids are known to guzzle chocolate milk when I give it to them.)
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