Saturday night I was supposed to have my bachelorette party, laugh and enjoy delicious food with my closest friends before my wedding this upcoming weekend. Andrew was going to go to watch the game with his guys. We were going to put wedding favors together on Sunday. It was going to be a pleasant, fun, laid back weekend.
Saturday afternoon Carson was admitted to Children’s Hospital. His hands and feet were swollen, blue and cold, and his body was hot. Andrew called 911 without hesitation. Thankfully we had two friends at the house who helped us think when we couldn’t.
For two days we passed him around in the hospital room. We had brief moments where he was somewhat himself, but mostly he fussed and slept. He spiked another fever early Sunday morning. His heart rate was through the roof. He cried. We cried. I thought I knew fear. Turns out everything I thought was fear before paled in comparison to the fear for my child.
Thankfully he’s ok. We were discharged today. He played, laughed, giggled, ate, had bath time, and is now sleeping soundly in his own crib. I’m not sure how the night will go. We aren’t sure what happened. Probably a virus, the doctor said. Maybe a food allergy, so we go see a specialist in October.
A lot of things became clear to me this weekend. So many people reached out and offered words of kindness and love. Prayers. Actions. I couldn’t believe the amount of people who offered to bring us food, go to our house and take care of the cats, help with wedding stuff, it was completely overwhelming. It meant so much to us to know our support net is wide and strong.
So thankful today for a healthy happy baby in his room across the hall. For our bed. Our cats. For faith over fear. For our parents who helped us all weekend. Our friends and family. The staff at Children’s. For delivery pizza and hot tea. And for perspective.
This Parenthood Life 