Day 37- August 24, 2011 (Remembering the Promise...)

Noah's Stats
Oxygen Level: 3.5 LPM @ 21%
Oxygen Machine: Nasal Canula
Weight: 3lb 10 oz
Day Nurse: Kristen
Night Nurse: Candi

Oh what a stressful day this was today. It started off pretty well, until the doctor called to let me know what has been going on. Noah has been having some trouble stooling (pooping) over the past few days. All of this seems to have happened after he got the infection, was put on antibiotics, and stuck like 8 times for IVs. So the doctor calls and says that due to the fact that he hasn't been stooling, they are going to do a barium enema (a special X-ray of the large intestine, which includes the colon and the rectum) to determine if there was something that was stopping him from going to the bathroom, or if it was something else called Hirshprungs disease (which is a serious medical problem where the enteric nervous system is missing from the end of the bowel. When the ENS is absent, the region of the bowel that is aganglionic fails to relax causing a blockage in the bowel).

My heart sank. I automatically started thinking of the worst that could happen. If he did have this disease, he would need to have surgery ( I think even 2 surgeries) to get the problem fixed, and they wouldn't be able to do it now because of the fact that he is too little and there is a weight requirement for the procedure. I was at work when i got the news. Started crying, had to go to the bathroom and cry some more. Why was this happening? Everything seemed to have been gong in the right direction, and over the past 2 weeks, it just seemed like we got so many setbacks :-(. I called Carl and let him know what was going on. He told me to just pray, and everything will be ok. I didn't want to be at work anymore. I just wanted to run out of there and head to the hospital and just hold him and never let go. But i just sucked it up and stayed.

They said they were going to take him to radiology to get the testing done, and we wouldn't get the results until tomorrow. I left work and drove straight to the hospital. I'm screaming internally and just replaying everything that has happened over the past few weeks and how everything has been mild compared to what could have been worst. I'm thinking about the fact that I dont think I can handle much more, and that God will never give me anything that I cannot handle. I keep thinking that God made me a promise, and I just kept saying it over and over to Him; that He promised me that everything was going to be ok. So I start to calm myself down, and just thinking about the fact that everything will be just fine...because it has to be. As I was driving to the hospital, Florida Hospital phone number pops up on my phone. I dont know what to expect. But pick up the phone so quickly i don't think i let it ring the whole way. It was the doctor giving me a call back...he called to let me know that everything came back NORMAL!!!!

I cannot explain the relief I felt at that time. To God be the glory! God is not man that He should lie. He made me a promise, and although I'm human and feel emotions like sadness and anger, he is STILL God! I was so excited! Carl was calling me while the doctor was on the phone. I let the doctor know the whole story about God's promise to me, and then called Carl back. He let out a big sigh of relief!

I got to the hospital, pumped, and held my baby in my arms. I didn't want to let go! I didn't want for him to be anywhere else but to be in my arms! I love this little boy. I told God that I would rather He takes all the blessings He has for me and put them on Noah then for me to enjoy them for myself. I just want for everything to be ok, and I know it will be. Today was just a rollercoaster day. On the bright side, his oxygen LPM ws reduced to 3.5 and he gained 2 oz! :-).

I'm always going to give God all of the glory, because without Him...I don't know where we would be. Hallelujah!