Baby Dallas finished his first round with I.V.I.G. on Wednesday morning.
By yesterday afternoon, we saw our first smile in a week. You'll have to excuse the snot and dried apple cinnamon oatmeal on his face in this pic, but I was so excited that I just grabbed my phone and took a pic.
His temp stayed low all day yesterday, and this morning (Thursday), we were literally signing the papers to go home when I thought he felt a little warm.
"Maybe let's check his temp one last time," I said.
102.6
As we unpacked everything and I tried not to let the baby see my tears, I took a deep breath and thought of all your kind words, encouragement, prayers, and the personal stories you have shared, and realized that I can get through this. However long "this" lasts.
I also realized that this is an opportunity for me to live out what I tell you every day. To be able to see (and choose to see, even when we don't feel it) that God has a plan, and that He is always in control. I heard someone say today that when we are in a storm, it's not so much about the storm as how we set our sail that determines where we end up.
I love that.
So, you will hear me on The Fish tomorrow. I'm going to take a few hours break from the hospital (my mom-in-law flew in from Texas to help), and I promise I won't cry on the air or bring everyone down. I want to encourage you, and show that, even though I've had my share of shaking-my-fist-at-the-sky moments over these past 10 days, I am choosing hope. I am choosing joy. I am choosing ThanksLIVING (I wrote about that in a previous blog).
So, here's the latest Baby D update: A pair of (gulp) infectious disease specialists met with us tonight, and they are ordering more tests to see if there might be something instead of/in addition to Kawasaki disease. Although, since he responded so well to the I.V.I.G., they are thinking that's what he's got, and that it might just require another dose to really knock it out. They started the second round a few hours ago, and after it finishes will observe him for another 24 hours to see if his temp stays normal.
I rocked him to sleep a little while ago, singing "Jesus Loves Me" while kissing those little rosebud lips and smoothing his curls behind his ear. You know, after he was first born, all I wanted was for life to go back to "normal." Now, I can't imagine a day without my little bugaboo.
I'm going to wrap this up--they're drawing more blood while my husband and mom-in-law hold Dallas down in the room next door, and I want to be ready for him when he comes back in.
Here's something my mom just emailed, and I pray that it blesses you. "In tough times, we don't have to know why. We just have to know Him."
Here's to knowing Him. :-)
