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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Life is not an emergency.

Life is not an emergency.

His breathing starts to sound rattly.

Life is not an emergency.

He starts breathing rapidly like he's running though he can barely walk.

Life is not an emergency.


I remember our 3 days in the hospital last spring as my baby received oxygen to make up for what he couldn't get himself.

Life is not an emergency.

The doctor sounds concerned on the phone and stays at the office as I throw my children in the car.

Life is not an emergency.

I apologize to Baby Boy's therapist who comes in the door as we are bursting out of it.

Life is not an emergency.

Baby Boy seems so uncomfortable and sad.

Life is not an emergency.

The doctor says it's a bacterial infection, but we should call tonight if he fusses.  This could be more.  This could be the same viral infection that stole Baby's oxygen last spring.

Life is not an emergency.

And the only way I keep my mother's heart from beating out of my chest is remembering that Someone Greater is in control of even the cells in my Baby Boy's body.

Life is not an emergency. Life's a gift.  Just slow.


Just. slow.



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