Back In the Saddle Again

Well, for the most part. I didn't WANT to miscarry, but I'm very thankful that if it was going to happen, that it happened early on. At 7 weeks, there really wasn't much to "attach" to yet. God's grace has been SO amazing. And I've been learning how pointless it is to worry about things. If something is going to happen, it's GOING to happen whether you worry about it or not. And why worry about how you're going to get through it if it does? As Mrs. Herron told us in Women of the Bible, "God will give you the grace to endure, but not to worry."

The last couple of days have been crazy! We ended up taking Adri into the After Hours clinic on Sunday because she was having trouble breathing. Her blood oxygen levels, which aren't supposed to be less than 94 were at 83 and dropping!! We spent about four hours in the office doing breathing treatments with a nebulizer and of all things prednisone!!! The doc said that if she couldn't go at least two hours between treatments without her oxygen levels dropping, that we'd be sent to Children's Hospital for the night. After everything else, the LAST thing we needed was for her to be admitted to Children's!!!!!! But praise the Lord, her levels went up to about 92 and stayed there for more than an hour, so they agreed to send us home with just meds and instructions to give her a breathing treatment every three hours. That's every three hours THROUGH THE NIGHT!! I honestly don't know how I made it through the first three months of her life, because that one night was absolute HELL! Then on top of that, I had the bright idea to take the feather mattress off of our bed, thinking that sleeping just on the memory foam would be more comfortable. Not so. Our bedroom is pretty warm right now, but taking that feather bed off made it 10 times worse! I was roasting!!!!!!!! Poor Ben just finally got up and played games for a while, thinking that it was just him. So at 3am, we stripped the bed and put the feather mattress back on and slept just fine (except for the stupid alarm going off every three hours. It was definitely a princess and the pea experience. We had a follow up visit with her regular pediatrician today, and she said her lungs sound great, but we'll need to keep an eye on her in the future for signs of chronic asthma--oh joy. The bad news is that she'll need to finish her five days of prednisone. Unfortunately prednisone tends to hype her up and make her a 22lb terrorist! Guess I'll be needing a little more of that amazing grace....

posted by Brandi at 3:38 PM