Life can be SO scary.  One minute, you’re hangin’ out on the couch chatting with family and the next you’re racing to the ER.

I created this blog mostly for the journey of building our farm, but I think it’s become more than that.  Probably because building hasn’t started yet and I’m getting antsy!

Rain, Rain….go AWAY!

Matts brother, his wife and their beautiful little girl Lyla came to visit us this past weekend.  It was the first time our two, Alaina and Kenna got to meet their cousin Lyla.  It was AWESOME!  We had so much fun planned for the weekend.

Saturday, our youngest, Kenna was running a low grade fever.  She was laying in my arms while we were watching some tv and all of a sudden, she was there, but she wasn’t.  She was looking at me, but THROUGH me.  Matt snatched her up and took her into the other room and tried to snap his fingers in her face to break out of this crazy….zoned out session.  When that didn’t work, we were racing to the car.  I was sure she was having some sort of seizure.

At the ER, I was signing in and the nurse at the desk was asking me questions.  I couldn’t even answer them without breaking down.  I blabbered her date of birth and after a couple minutes, we were ushered past the desk where they took her temp.

105.9!!!  In my entire 32 years of life, I’ve never heard of a temp so high!  My heart was racing, I was afraid she was going to have a seizure or something worse was happening!  How did her fever get so high?  Our thermometer wasn’t reading that high.  Right before we left, it was 102.8.

Worst mom in the world award goes to……..ME!

I couldn’t believe it.  How did I not know that she felt warmer than 102.8?  For the next several hours, my baby was poked and prodded by nurses and doctors and there was nothing I could do about it.  I now know that the wort feeling in the world is not being able to take the pain away from a hurting child.  She didn’t understand what was going on.  Why were they hurting her?  Why did she have to keep all her clothes off?  Ugh.  It was awful!

Hours passed.  Tests were done and coming back negative.  Then the dreaded words.  “Blood Infection.”  Was this Sepsis?  Oh god.  I don’t know much about Sepsis, but I know it’s NOT good.  Hours passed again and they confirmed it wasn’t Sepsis.

THANK GOD!  Our prayers were answered.

Our overnight stay in the hospital was rough.  But our sense of humor got us through it I think.  Hospital couches are NOT comfortable.  And the reclining chairs…..are NOT always as easy as sitting down and pushing back to get them to recline.  I really wish I had been able to snap a picture of that.  I was dying laughing.

I don’t know that I would have been able to make it through all this without Matt.  I mean….I would have put my big girl pants on and just do it, but I was glad to have Matt by my side.  I know we make a pretty good team in our everyday lives, but WOW!

HE IS MY ROCK!

When I couldn’t be strong enough to hold back my tears as they were putting an IV into Kenna’s arm, he was there.  When I broke down and cried every time I had to explain WHY we brought her in, I was in tears.  He was there to finish my sentences.  To comfort Kenna when I was TOO upset.

Parenting is HARD!  They don’t tell you about the parts where you’re rushing your child to the ER or worried about what’s making them sick.  No one tells you about the parts that aren’t sunshine and roses!  For Real!!!  I hate hospitals.  I hate them EVEN MORE when I’m there because of one of my babies.
Lastnight, after being discharged and getting home and getting settled, we had a chance to just sit there and go through the last 24 hours.  We realized that with each other and with God, we can get through anything.

Thank you to everyone who helped us throughout this weekend.  We are so appreciative of you all!  It’s good to know that we have great friends that we can truly call on in a time of need.

Thank you to GOD, for answered prayers.  Kenna is on the mend and hopefully she will be her bossy little self in no time!

 

“A strong marriage rarely has two strong people at the same time.  It is a husband and wife who take turns being strong for each other in the moments when the other feels weak.” -Ashley Willis