We have been so sick. It seems that there is a constant state of illness in our household. But, we have been blessed to have the priesthood in our lives and I feel more strongly now that it is indeed the very power of heaven.
All of our kids came down with what seemed to be ordinary colds. It started with Joshua, spread to Luke, and then all of Michelle's kids, and finally Hannah. It seems (though, knock on wood) that Mercedes has avoided it. Anyway, Barrett came down with pneumonia, and Evelyn was diagnosed with RSV. My kids, it appeared, had not been affected to the same degree.
Over the weekend, my dear little Hannah, became so ill. Her breathing was rapid with rib retraction. Her fever was 102.8. Her lungs were wheezing. And, she was tugging on both ears. I did a web-cam with Michelle to see what she thought; she was concerned. Hannah slept ALL DAY. I could not keep her awake. When her breath count came to be 60 breaths per minute, I played the "better safe than sorry" approach and took her to urgent care.
At the urgent care facility, they measured her oxygen saturation levels and it was low. She was diagnosed with RSV, pneumonia, a double ear infection, and low oxygen. Poor baby. She was so sick. I was so worried. I was worried for her health, and I was worried about our finances. The urgent care doctor was saying that it was possible that Hannah needed to be admitted into the hospital if she didn't improve. After her treatment, I took her to Michelle and Jaron's house and Jon Mark and Jaron administered to her.
All night I slept near her and woke her for breathing treatments. She was still sick, but she was improving. This morning, I took her for a follow-up to her own pediatrician and he took one look at her and was amazed at her appearance. He said, "You know, I read the notes from the urgent care practitioner and I thought I'd walk in here and see a really sick baby. But, she looks fantastic." He listened to her chest and checked her ears and said that there was only one explanation for her turnaround. He said that I must have had someone give her a priesthood blessing. I told him that I had. He was certain that the priesthood blessing is what turned her illness around because it hadn't even been 24 hours.
It's amazing how easy it is to overlook the Lord's hand in my life. I felt the need to repent. I hadn't yet thanked the Lord for blessing my baby. I was thankful for her obvious improvement, but it was easy for me to attribute it to the medication and breathing treatments. Hannah's doctor pointed out to me what I should have already known.
The experience has left me sitting in awe. If such a miracle almost went unnoticed, how many times has the Lord blessed me and those I love and I just chalk it up to coincidence? I am certain that the Lord in His mercy has blessed my life in ways that cannot be numbered and I am incredibly thankful and humbled by His love.
Who am I to be deserving of so many blessings? I am as the dust of the earth, and yet my Heavenly Father continues to bless my life. Indeed, I will live with renewed energy to be His humble servant and to live for Him. I want to be more compassionate and loving. To be more willing to go out of my way to help those around me, for we are all sons and daughters of a supreme being, who surely is no respecter of persons. He loves us all, and we are commanded to love others.
I am beyond words to express my love for Him and for His Son, Jesus Christ.
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