Friday, August 22, 2008

Today was one of those days I won't forget soon. Maybe I'll forget it sooner than I think I will but it was the scariest day I've had in a long time. It all started with a little throw up this morning after his first feeding. But the throwing up continued. Despite a happy demeanor, Aiden was throwing up his breakfast and more (though not scary colored or anything). It just seemed Aiden was not quite himself.  He slept most of the morning...which is very a-typical. And the throwing up continued after repeated efforts to get him to keep food down, ending with an early afternoon attempt that ended abruptly when Aiden stopped breathing for about 5 seconds due to choking on his reflux. Five seconds that felt like five minutes.

So that was the straw that broke it for me. Nate called the doctor and they wanted us to come in to the office since he is so small. Being that it was Friday, they didn't want matters to get worse over the weekend, so we heeded their advice and headed out.  After a quick check, his pediatrician wanted him to go to the hospital for an ultrasound so they could rule out a condition called pyloric stenosis.  Ironically enough, my cousin Audrey had this and so we became even more concerned that he might indeed have it...and if he did, would have to have surgery to correct it that day.

After a traumatizing trip down to the hospital, a major BM blowout in his carseat, and a teary ultrasound session, we got the call from the doctor telling us he did not have it and more than likely just had a virus.  We were relieved, though it had been a long day to get to the results, so we were also very tired. It was a fitful evening for baby Aiden, but was followed with a sound night's sleep. Scary say it mildly. I was a wreck, Nathan was the picture of serenity...despite his feelings of fear for our little man. It was just a hard day.

Amidst all the flurry of activity today, I was reminded of just how fragile we are. All of us, not just the babies. We often forget how precious each of us is to our Creator and how much he watches out for us...just like we had to do for Aiden today, he does for us each and every day. I was also reminded that Aiden is not mine. I know Aiden was protected and would have been whether or not he had the condition, but not by me, by Him, as each of us are. So the next time we end up at the hospital, I'm not sure that I'll be any more calm (in fact, I can promise I won't be), but I will be more secure in my little reminder from today. This little guy is just on loan to us from his Papa...and He's got him in the palm of His hand, just like me.


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