If you know us, or read my blog you know that Connor has been in the hospital. I tried to keep everyone updated through out the whole process so that they knew what we specifically needed prayers for, and because I know everyone loves Connor and was very concerned.
My mind has raced for days and I have analyzed and analyzed what I could have done differently. As I helped The nurses hold his little sick body down for various procedures I kept thinking why did you let him get so bad. You could have prevented some of this. You let this happen. He can't tell you, your his voice, and you failed him. You are a horrible mother.
These are the lies the enemy placed in my head, because he had to think of something to keep me from getting on my knees by that hospital bed. He didnt wanna allowed me to cling to my Jesus with all that I had. So he distracted me and he used what he knew would work. And it did.
I kept thinking people are gonna think I left him sick, their gonna think I allowed this. I waited too long. I messed everything up. This is all my fault,
The truth is the moment I realized this was no viral cold was monday evening when Connor cried and cried ( he rarely cries) I knew something wasnt right. Jeremy was off tuesday so he made a dr appointment and off to the doctor they went. We were told it was a ear infection and a bad cough. Connor was given antibiotics for his ear and we were told what to buy over the counter for the cough.
I wanna add here that the doctor was not wrong things just escalated quickly and no one saw that coming.
I felt so relieved because I knew antibiotics normally kick in quickly. I was so happy about Our first Thanksgiving together and I just knew it was gonna be perfect and he would be well. Wednesday morning I got Connor up early enough to give him his medicine before I left for work. Only my sweet boy who is always compliant about taking medicine screamed and threw a fit. I remember carrying him back to the couch and we both sobbed and I told Jeremy I cannot do this, I cannot leave him like this and go to work. Jeremy convinced me everything would be ok and reminded me about how badly we needed the money. So I finally collected myself and said my byes and went to work. On wednesday night we were suppose to go to my mamaws for Thanksgiving. I considered not going, but Connor actted ok just really tired. I figured the antibiotics were starting to kick in and he was just tired where he hadnt ate and drank much the last few days. So we went and although Connor refused to eat he did get in the floor an play with his cousin Kinlee and although I knew he wasnt himself he seemed ok. When I got him home that night his fever had spiked again ( it had been going up and down since monday evening.) I gave him tylenol and put him to bed. Thursday morning was bad Connor cried and cried and it seemed no matter what I tired nothing would console him. Its then that I noticed his breathing was a little off. He was ok he was breathing, but his stomach was moving very rapidly and noticeably with each breath. I gave him his inhaler and just held him. We went to my Mother in laws for Thanksgivng dinner and although Connor was sick and there was no denying it He ended up getting down and playing a little so I thought maybe he was feeling a little better. Meanwhile Connor had diarrhea on thursday, but since he hadnt really ate I figured his stomach was upset and maybe the antibiotic was to blame too.
Friday morning came and i had been telling myself all along that we were going to the doctor monday we already had a appt and everything. I told myself that we would take him back then if he wasnt any better. Friday while at work I text to check on him and he was still refusing food and its then that my instincts kicked in and i knew we could not wait until monday. Connors drs office was closed due to the holiday so I called the dr on call and explained what was happening. It was then that the dr asked how long it had been since he peed and I struggled to remember. It hadnt been ages, but i did remember that when i got him up that morning their was diarrhea in the diaper but no pee. The dr said he needed to go to the emergency room immediately. My mom ( she was keeping Connor while I worked) met me with connor at Sweetwater hospital
I stopped by home to get Connors SSN and i rememeber telling jeremy i have a feeling we will end up at childrens. We were taken into the ER immediately and within 30 minutes connor was hooked up to a IV. Lung xrays were done and later the doctor come in and said the xrays showed he had pneumonia. Next thing we knew we were being told they were sending us by ambulance to Childrens Hospital. it was such a whirlwind and I almost didnt have time to even let what was happening sink in little on feel fear.
Connor was admitted to childrens hospital and was given excellent care. Each doctor and nurse was phenomenal. I wont fill you in on every detail, but ill say it was hard, connor fought them and it was so hard to watch him scream and cry. We were released on Sunday evening. I was thrilled to have connor home. The whole time in the hospital except once when I was outside with Jeremy and he asked if I was really ok and I lost it, I had remained strong. Not because I wanted to but because Connor needed me to be strong. Once home I sobbed for awhile. And Days later im still sobbing because the reality of all we just went through and the thought of how sick he actually was is just too much to watch your child go through and you not let yourself fully process it.
The enemy has me filled with such guilt. I have to remind myself that I did my best, He was at the doctor tuesday and I took him to the ER friday so it hadnt been that long; I have to take a deep breath daily and say you did your best and honestly itsnt that eveyday for us moms??
We are so hard on ourselves because the enemy is constantly throwing up our short comings. Were not perfect, but we love our kids and we do our best. And guess what Our kids are crazy over us just like we are them. Connor wont remember that He spent a few days home sick before he finally got relief. Hes just gonna remember that he got relief that Mama helped him .He doesnt think im messing up. He thinks im the greatest thing ever ( not being conceded) but seriously our kids think were pretty great. They dont see how we over analyze every decision we make each day, they just see us there each day. Loving them, taking care of them, just being there. So why be so hard on ourselves and why oh why are we listening to the enemy? We know hes a liar. I know I did my best and the moment I realized something was very wrong i never hesitated. I picked up the phone called my supervisor and immediately went to him.
And even though he might remember that he was poked with needles and had to wear something scary on his face ( oxygen mask) I know he will also remember that Mama was there. She didnt leave when things got tough. She remained there, she was constant,
So please Mamas ( and im talking to myself too) stop selling yourself short, you are doing an amazing job and even on the days when you feel like your messing up just show up and dont leave. I promise they wont remember what you didnt do, or what they wished you would have done theyll remember that you were there, you were constant.
My mind has raced for days and I have analyzed and analyzed what I could have done differently. As I helped The nurses hold his little sick body down for various procedures I kept thinking why did you let him get so bad. You could have prevented some of this. You let this happen. He can't tell you, your his voice, and you failed him. You are a horrible mother.
These are the lies the enemy placed in my head, because he had to think of something to keep me from getting on my knees by that hospital bed. He didnt wanna allowed me to cling to my Jesus with all that I had. So he distracted me and he used what he knew would work. And it did.
I kept thinking people are gonna think I left him sick, their gonna think I allowed this. I waited too long. I messed everything up. This is all my fault,
The truth is the moment I realized this was no viral cold was monday evening when Connor cried and cried ( he rarely cries) I knew something wasnt right. Jeremy was off tuesday so he made a dr appointment and off to the doctor they went. We were told it was a ear infection and a bad cough. Connor was given antibiotics for his ear and we were told what to buy over the counter for the cough.
I wanna add here that the doctor was not wrong things just escalated quickly and no one saw that coming.
I felt so relieved because I knew antibiotics normally kick in quickly. I was so happy about Our first Thanksgiving together and I just knew it was gonna be perfect and he would be well. Wednesday morning I got Connor up early enough to give him his medicine before I left for work. Only my sweet boy who is always compliant about taking medicine screamed and threw a fit. I remember carrying him back to the couch and we both sobbed and I told Jeremy I cannot do this, I cannot leave him like this and go to work. Jeremy convinced me everything would be ok and reminded me about how badly we needed the money. So I finally collected myself and said my byes and went to work. On wednesday night we were suppose to go to my mamaws for Thanksgiving. I considered not going, but Connor actted ok just really tired. I figured the antibiotics were starting to kick in and he was just tired where he hadnt ate and drank much the last few days. So we went and although Connor refused to eat he did get in the floor an play with his cousin Kinlee and although I knew he wasnt himself he seemed ok. When I got him home that night his fever had spiked again ( it had been going up and down since monday evening.) I gave him tylenol and put him to bed. Thursday morning was bad Connor cried and cried and it seemed no matter what I tired nothing would console him. Its then that I noticed his breathing was a little off. He was ok he was breathing, but his stomach was moving very rapidly and noticeably with each breath. I gave him his inhaler and just held him. We went to my Mother in laws for Thanksgivng dinner and although Connor was sick and there was no denying it He ended up getting down and playing a little so I thought maybe he was feeling a little better. Meanwhile Connor had diarrhea on thursday, but since he hadnt really ate I figured his stomach was upset and maybe the antibiotic was to blame too.
Friday morning came and i had been telling myself all along that we were going to the doctor monday we already had a appt and everything. I told myself that we would take him back then if he wasnt any better. Friday while at work I text to check on him and he was still refusing food and its then that my instincts kicked in and i knew we could not wait until monday. Connors drs office was closed due to the holiday so I called the dr on call and explained what was happening. It was then that the dr asked how long it had been since he peed and I struggled to remember. It hadnt been ages, but i did remember that when i got him up that morning their was diarrhea in the diaper but no pee. The dr said he needed to go to the emergency room immediately. My mom ( she was keeping Connor while I worked) met me with connor at Sweetwater hospital
I stopped by home to get Connors SSN and i rememeber telling jeremy i have a feeling we will end up at childrens. We were taken into the ER immediately and within 30 minutes connor was hooked up to a IV. Lung xrays were done and later the doctor come in and said the xrays showed he had pneumonia. Next thing we knew we were being told they were sending us by ambulance to Childrens Hospital. it was such a whirlwind and I almost didnt have time to even let what was happening sink in little on feel fear.
Connor was admitted to childrens hospital and was given excellent care. Each doctor and nurse was phenomenal. I wont fill you in on every detail, but ill say it was hard, connor fought them and it was so hard to watch him scream and cry. We were released on Sunday evening. I was thrilled to have connor home. The whole time in the hospital except once when I was outside with Jeremy and he asked if I was really ok and I lost it, I had remained strong. Not because I wanted to but because Connor needed me to be strong. Once home I sobbed for awhile. And Days later im still sobbing because the reality of all we just went through and the thought of how sick he actually was is just too much to watch your child go through and you not let yourself fully process it.
The enemy has me filled with such guilt. I have to remind myself that I did my best, He was at the doctor tuesday and I took him to the ER friday so it hadnt been that long; I have to take a deep breath daily and say you did your best and honestly itsnt that eveyday for us moms??
We are so hard on ourselves because the enemy is constantly throwing up our short comings. Were not perfect, but we love our kids and we do our best. And guess what Our kids are crazy over us just like we are them. Connor wont remember that He spent a few days home sick before he finally got relief. Hes just gonna remember that he got relief that Mama helped him .He doesnt think im messing up. He thinks im the greatest thing ever ( not being conceded) but seriously our kids think were pretty great. They dont see how we over analyze every decision we make each day, they just see us there each day. Loving them, taking care of them, just being there. So why be so hard on ourselves and why oh why are we listening to the enemy? We know hes a liar. I know I did my best and the moment I realized something was very wrong i never hesitated. I picked up the phone called my supervisor and immediately went to him.
And even though he might remember that he was poked with needles and had to wear something scary on his face ( oxygen mask) I know he will also remember that Mama was there. She didnt leave when things got tough. She remained there, she was constant,
So please Mamas ( and im talking to myself too) stop selling yourself short, you are doing an amazing job and even on the days when you feel like your messing up just show up and dont leave. I promise they wont remember what you didnt do, or what they wished you would have done theyll remember that you were there, you were constant.
Ill always be your constant.










































