I Don't Know What People Do...

Who don't cry out to God.

I just wonder what they do when they're holding their sick child.

I am super thankful to serve a God who hears & answers prayers. It's lonely to think of not calling out to Him in times of trouble.

As of late, I've been out as soon as I sit down in the recliner or when my head hits the pillow. Tonight, that was at the miraculous time of 9:30. So, at 11 pm, I was smack dab in the middle of a REM. That's when Jeff yelled for me.

He was standing over Flynn in her bed, her 'overhead' light was on, & she was screaming, rolling around, & scratching furiously -- at about 50 patches of hives.

First of all, I had put my glasses on upside down, yes that's possible. So, when I got my bearings straight, I squatted down next to her bed & started barking orders.

One order was benadryl chewables. Thank God it's now made in this form. Except, it's really hard to open. And, I gave her 2 instead of 1. But, had we ended up in the ER, she would've gotten another antihistamine shot, so I didn't figure she was overdosed.

But, she was still in agony -- it's almost like when she has reactions, the itching is 'internal' & she's in torture. So, we used 1/2 a tube of benadryl cream on her spots. And if that stuff is absorbed into the bloodstream, she might end up sleeping for days.

Then, stripped down, we continually assess her hives. Are they less red? Are they going away?
And we check her breathing. Make sure she's not swelling. Check her pulse to be sure it's not slowed down enough for blood pressure to be a concern.
Anything that would point toward anaphylaxis.

And I worry - and tell Jeff, maybe we should take her to the ER. But the decent hospital is half an hour away & I know that anything that 'needs' to be done would need to be done within that time frame.

We bring her in the living room to change her clothes, just in case she had a reaction to her pjs or bedding. And she reaches out for me & only wants me to hold her.
So I realize this is my opportunity to get a hold of her & really pray over her.

I asked God to help her of course, but to also help us because we had to make such crucial decisions.

I mean, sheesh, if we were talking about some hives or a rash, it's one thing. But to know that less than a year ago, she almost died. And we're trying to figure out if it was something she had eaten or something had touched her.
Then you run through, in your mind, all the things that could happen. If I don't take her to the ER. If I do.

And you ask God to please give you wisdom. And you rock & rock & pray & thank Him because He gives a peace that You know only comes from Him.

And before I realized it - she had stopped her flailing, her moaning, & she was calm.

Schwoo - thank You once again Lord.

And now, she sleeps here on the couch beside me so I can watch her breathe. And keep thanking God.