"News about Him spread as far as Syria, and people soon began bringing to him all who were sick. And whatever their sickness or disease, or if they were demon possessed or epileptic or paralyzed - He healed them all." - Matthew 4:24
This weekend has not gone as planned. Thursday evening, I ended up at the After Hours Clinic with Maris (10 months) who had a fever of 102. The doctor, much to my chagrin, was in and out of the room in three minutes. Literally, he spent three minutes examining her. She was his last patient, he was ready to go.
I was annoyed. Especially when I woke up to go to work the next morning, and Maris was screaming, with a fever of 102.6. Fevers scare me. They always have. I guess working on an Oncology floor, I know how damaging a fever can be for a baby, or anyone who is immunocompromised.
Friday, I left work a little early to meet my mom at the doctor with Maris. Turns out, she had an ear infection in her left ear (which was made evident by the high pitched, deafening scream she let out when the PA placed the otoscope in her ear.) She started Amoxicillin (aka - Bubblegum Medicine) that night and was happy as could be on Saturday.
Jump to Sunday. She woke up this morning around 4:30, screaming until she couldn't breathe. Sean and I assumed it was her ear. I rocked her while he fixed her Ibuprofen and a bottle....a concoction sweet enough to send her back into her slumber. We all got up, went to church, and the girls and I went to my mama's house after lunch.
And Maris ate. And ate. And ate. Garden vegetables. Cereal. Blueberries. Rice and peas. That girl loves to eat, and it was SO good to see her get her appetite back after having lost it with the ear infection.
I laid both girls down for a nap after my lunch, and snuggled up on the oversized chair in my parents living room. It didn't take me long to begin dreaming. And just like that, I was woken up by a screaming baby. A blood curdling scream. Mama rocked her and rocked her, and kept saying "Lauren, she's in pain. Something's wrong." I got on the phone with the after hours nurse, who told me home care was best....until Maris threw up. All. Over. My. Mom.
The after hours nurse told me to go to the ER immediately. I didn't want to overreact, like I often do in these situations, so I decided to wait it out. Until her temperature started climbing again. Sean came home from his meeting and off to the ER we went.
Sick babies are pitiful, no doubt, but this baby was especially pitiful. She laid limp in Seans arms, staring off into space, skin clammy, not really grasping onto my finger. Poor precious soul. I didn't think it could get any worse.
And then a father wheeled his little girl into the ER, in her stroller. A little girl with bits of hair, here and there on her head. She must have been three or four years old, still holding on to the comforts of a paci. Probably one of the only "security blankets" she has. This sweet girl obviously had cancer. My heart shattered right there. I could only stare, my mind racing about what her parents were going through, how they were managing, how she was managing? I had one healthy three year old running around the ER lobby, a viral 10 month old in my arms, who will regain her strength in a couple of days. And this precious child who is most likely facing the fight of her life. Already. At three years old.
Seriously?
I accepted the fact that I was desperately worried about Maris, but took inventory of what I should and should not be worried about in my life. Neither of my girls have cancer. My husband doesn't have cancer. My mom (thank God) and my dad don't have cancer. My grandparents don't have cancer. I have SO much to be thankful for.
It does not clearly state how many people Jesus healed in the book of Matthew. But I'm sure some of them were children, and some of them had cancer. Please, if you take the time to read my blog, please take the time to pray for this precious child and her precious parents. And to all of those who are sick, hurting, in need. Pray for them. We never realize how good we have it, until....
Oh yeah....and please pray for my Maris.
Humbly His,
L.
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