Another call came at 10 when my husband said to get dressed and get to the hospital, that they were admitting Jack to the NICU. I was stunned and had no idea what could be wrong. I dressed in record time and still remember the elevator doors opening , and Amanda sitting in a chair crying, as they were asking her to sign papers for all kinds of tests, including a spinal tap. Micah was already 4 hours away, hormones were raging as her milk was coming in and in just a matter of hours our healthy little baby was critically ill. His body temperature was extremely low. Critically low. There are some things that you do not have to be told. When 2 NICU doctors, and what seemed like every nurse on the floor was staying in his little isolation room, it was evident that things were not good. They immediately hooked him up to a broad spectrum of antibiotics, which to me is a scare in its self. I read faces and I saw some GRIM ones. Amanda probably does not even remember this, but I remember the director of the NICU sitting down and saying that he was very sick, we had caught it early, BUT things could go either way. I have never felt so helpless. It seemed like hours before we could see him and when we did he had tubes everywhere. That little cubicle was where we stayed for the next ten days, standing over that bed, praying that God would heal him. Meningitis was VERY serious in a week old baby. We stayed around the clock, constantly trying to get Amanda to go home and sleep, so she could continue to nurse. The assured us over and over that breast milk was even more important for him. After about 5 days I began to notice that the nurses did not have quite the same seriousness in their look when they were taking care of him. Ten days later we were able to bring a healthy little answer to prayer home. As Amanda and Micah left the hospital, the NICU doctor finally said those very sobering words to Amanda. Had she not gone with her gut feeling, this story would have had a very different out come. His words were "there would have been a funeral"! When I think of what would have happened had we gone with our original plans and just assumed that he was sleeping a lot, since that's what newborns do...with his temperature dropping quickly. Thank you God for sparing this child. I cannot imagine life without him. And the HERO...MY GIRL! Thank you Amanda for being the Mom you are. You are the best and your boys ADORE YOU. SOMEDAY we will tell him his MIRACLE STORY.
REMEMBER THAT SUNDAY NIGHT IS THE SUPERBOWL DRAWING. I THINK WE HAD 96 ENTRIES AND THERE ARE STILL 43 BLOGGERS IN THE RUNNING. I WILL POST THE WINNER ON MONDAY MORNING.
ALSO, YOU CAN READ THE PREVIOUS POST TO READ ABOUT OUR TRIP TO VAIL.
I HAVE A FUN POST COMING NEXT WEEK. WHILE WE WERE GONE MY DEAR FRIEND AND ELF, TERRI, CAME TO MY HOUSE AND PUT OUT ALL MY STUFF! ...I HAD ALL THE CHRISTMAS DOWN AND ALL MY REGULAR STUFF IN LITERALLY A PILE. SHE REDID THE MANTLE, MOVED FURNITURE, HUNG PICTURES, MADE NEW NOOKS....GENERALLY GAVE ME A MAKEOVER WITH MY STUFF. I LOVE IT AND IT WAS SO FUN COMING HOME TO. SHE MADE SOME GREAT PICTURES THAT I WILL SHARE NEXT WEEK.