God Answers Prayers

On Friday, while I was over 2,000 miles away for Blissdom*, I received a call that would make any mom that far away from her babies wish she wasn’t – Ray was at Urgent Care with Noah.

My parents had called Ray to tell him that Noah was possibly having an allergic reaction – he had a rash and his hands and feet were swelling. I knew it had to be serious for my Dad to have called Ray away from work in the middle of the afternoon. He wouldn’t have been alarmed by just a little rash.

There was, in fact, a patchy red rash all over Noah’s body, but his hands and feet were swollen and appeared bruised. Definite cause for concern. Of course Ray thought it wise to take Noah in, but they were sent home, after seeing the doctor, with instructions for Noah to be given Benadryl every few hours, and the promise that the spots would clear up in a couple of days.

They didn’t.

I returned home late yesterday afternoon to hugs and squeals of joy. From everyone except Noah. Noah’s cheeks were swollen, the red spots had become larger patches and now covered his whole face and his legs, and were spreading to his back and neck. His ankles, feet, legs and hands were turning a smooth shade of purple. He was miserable and cried when I touched him.

I just had to take him back to Urgent Care.

taken at Urgent Care last night
taken last night at Urgent Care (on my iPhone)

We left the emergency office in less than an hour. I was told what to watch for to indicate an immediate need for a trip to the ER, and the order to take Noah to see his pediatrician early this morning and insist on blood tests.

Blood tests?

Noah fell asleep on the way home and Ray put him straight to bed. I started Googling, but stopped when my fears got the best of me.

I tried to eat, but felt sick.

I tried to sleep, but couldn’t.

I sat and prayed over my sleeping baby.

YOU prayed for Noah and you prayed for me. I felt peace.

This morning Noah woke up a bear. He was definitely not himself, but just wanted me to hold and snuggle him. A good sign! In fact, his face was no longer swollen and even his feet and ankles were beginning to look more normal.

Off we went to the pediatrician’s office. Noah was semi-cooperative with Dr. Skiles, but did amazingly well as his blood was drawn for the CBC and ANA… not one peep from him!

As this afternoon passed us by, and we waited for the test results, Noah’s red and purple skin began to turn back to a healthy pink, he became less sensitive to the touch, and even stopped pulling and scratching at his inflamed skin. In fact, even his ‘tude came back!

Noah was already better.

taken tonight
taken just after he found his 'tude

Just a bit ago, I received a very welcome phone call – Noah’s CBC came back completely normal. Noah does have Urticaria Multiforme (a sort of extreme hives, most likely caused by a virus) and we now wait for the ANA results, but with much more hope. God is gracious and my baby is better! Praise God for answered prayers!

Thank you for your prayers!

*More on Blissdom later!

Mucinex kicked him out, but I know he’ll be back…

First of all, let me say thank you to my Twitter-bud – My4Sweeterbugs – for literally saving my sinuses and making my husband’s night! Thanks to her I was able to function beyond grunts and moans, help my hubby make dinner (sorta), get some work done, and even stay awake to watch a movie with my kiddos!

Well, it was Stacy and Mucinex-D. Last night, I had my ever-willing husband go back to Target (yes, he was already home from his first trip) and exchange my Tylenol Severe Sinus for this box of wonder-drug… I couldn’t have been happier, since I felt better than I had in days.

I know, I know, it was just a bandaid. It was a very welcome bandaid. For last night. Because I know Mr. Mucus will try to come back.

So, today I begin with a new plan to get better and stay better :: EnerPrime

Mr. Mucus should be afraid. Very afraid!

Sick and Tired


First it was a stomach bug that knocked me out for three days. The three days after Thanksgiving. I slept so much during those three days, thanks to the fact that Ray was home and is more-than-usually-amazing when I don’t feel good.

Come Monday, I felt okay. Just okay. If you want to call tired, drained and feeling blah, okay. People were starting to ask me if I was pregnant. I guess I was acting as if I must be pregnant. I knew, of course, that I wasn’t and tried to convince my inquisitors, but I have to admit I was displaying pregnancy-type behavior…. “I’m tired.” “I just don’t feel good.” “I’m not really hungry. Nothing sounds good actually.”

This last Thursday I was knocked silly again, but this time with a head cold from who knows where. Today, four days after it first hit, I feel worse than ever. My head hurts so bad I can’t see straight and my sinuses literally feel like they’ll explode. I’m thinking sinus infection. Ugh.

I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. Truly.

Especially since there’s no baby to look forward to. {sigh}

Needless to say, I haven’t been able to get much done… My gift guide is not quite finished, giveaway posts are unpublished (I have tons of great stuff to give away, by the way), dishes have piled up, and even school work has taken a backseat today. It’s almost four o’clock and I’m still in my jammies.

It’s time to call in backup.

I wish.

“kinda stressful”

Today started like so many other days, although a few of my kiddos decided to sleep in a bit. Not entirely abnormal, I wasn’t surprised when Ethan said, shortly after 10am that he hadn’t eaten breakfast. He came in from saying hello to his neighborhood friends, hopped up on the counter and drank from the faucet as if it were a drinking fountain.

Here our day turned into anything but normal.

Ethan cried out that he had a sharp pain and I instantly knew something was really wrong. Just as I made it to him, he collapsed in my arms. Had I not made it to him in time, or shrugged off his cry – like I have so many times, knowing he wasn’t really hurt – he would have fallen to the floor from the counter top. But, as he fell into my arms, he began to shake, his eyes rolled around in his head, and he was drenched with sweat.

Calling for Zach and Julia’s help, I carried Ethan to a chair and dialed 911, informing them that my son had just had a seizure. They sent help.

After an exam from the EMT, I was urged to get Ethan to the emergency room for brain scans. Actually, they wanted to take him in an ambulance, but I had no one here to stay with my kiddos yet, so I waited for my amazing friend, Mindy, and drove him myself. All the way to the hospital I prayed for my oldest son, and begged for God’s mercy. It is the scariest thing to not know what is going on with your child or whether or not it will happen again, but to trust in the Great Physician is so very comforting!

Ethan had test after test – EKG, CT, blood, urine – show everything as “normal.”

blood test


Doctor and nurse said there was no explanation and sent us home with information on what to do if Ethan had more abdominal pain or fainting spells, totally discounting a seizure. I just have to say, as Ethan’s mom, I know what I saw.

While we are very thankful that Ethan appears to be fine now, he still seems a bit out of sorts. I just have a feeling something isn’t right. God, how I pray I’m wrong. While we are both hoping this was an isolated event, I am taking Ethan to see his pediatrician tomorrow, and Ray insists on finding a pediatric neurologist who can see him.

This afternoon, Ethan looked at me and sighed, “Wow, it was kinda stressful today.”

No kidding.