...the three musketeers...

I will always remember this time as one that brought my family closer together, although it was one of the hardest trials of my life I do feel like there was a lot of good that came from it. One of the most important lessons I learned is just how much I have to be grateful for. I am so grateful for my family. I am so grateful for Boston and the sweet boy he is. I am so grateful for Kyle and the strong supportive spouse he is for me. I am so grateful for my family and friends that are constantly checking up on me and my family, and showing their love for us even though most are far away.  I really am a very blessed person to have so many people to lean on. Especially my Heavenly Father. I cannot tell you how many times I prayed. Actually, I was constantly praying. I prayed for the doctors to know what to do to help Boston. I prayed Boston would be comforted and feel safe. I prayed Boston would be healed. I prayed Kyle and I would have strength. I prayed our family would be comforted and know that we were being watched over and safe. I prayed and prayed and prayed, and I know it may sound a little intense, but it was the only way I knew I could help. To put my faith to the test and really believe Bossy would be okay. Here's the background of our experience...

A couple weeks ago Boston became sick with high fevers, vomiting, diarrhea, loss of appetite, and body aches and pains. Between 3 doctor office visits and one scary trip to the E.R., all anyone could tell us was he had a flu virus. That week at home with him was so hard. He was absolutely miserable and sick. There were times where the motrin would kick in and he was ok, but he was never his happy go lucky self. It was so hard to see him feeling so yucky. And so scary trying to put him in cool baths, checking him at night, and trying to get him to eat ice, all to make sure his 105 degree fever didn't turn into a seizure. So finally on Sunday afternoon we headed back to the E.R. with the resolve that we were not leaving until someone figured out what was really wrong. After an I.V. in his foot, x-rays, tests, medicines, etc. it was 9:45pm and the medical team was ready to send us home with no new answers. Thankfully while the doctor was entering her notes, she had a thought to check his lymph nodes. I do not believe this thought was any coincidence! She ordered another x-ray and 5 minutes later we were admitted to the hospital. My heart broke when I saw the hospital bed for my baby. The nurses were very nice and welcoming, but nothing made the metal crib/cage seem very warm. I never left that bedside. The next two days of the hospital consisted of a cat scan... I would not wish this on my worst enemy, having the chat with the Dr. about the risks of anesthesia, then watching and holding your baby while he becomes motionless and still. It was definitely the hardest part, but it went just fine. He came out of recovery holding onto the bars of the hospital bed thinking he was a choo choo! He was A-Ok! So, they started Boston on antibiotics the night we were admitted into the hospital, they pumped bags and bags of fluids into him through his I.V., and they tested and x-rayed and tested just about anything that could be. All in all they found it to be lymphadanitis. His lymph nodes were swollen and painful, and the infection was causing havoc in his little 19 month old body. Thankfully we live in this day and age and after heavy antibiotics we were able to help him feel so much better. After the first night, he was up and alert, watching movies in his crib, starting to eat and drink, and his favorite take rides in the hospital wagon. Yet another thing I couldn't believe we were doing, wheeling our sick little guy in a wagon, with an I.V. cart towing behind. Sad. Now, he is doing so much better. I can finally say he is 100% back to his normal self. I really had forgotten how it felt to have a happy healthy baby. Like I said before he is the absolute joy of both mine and Kyle's life, we love him very much, and we are so grateful to have him in our family... thanks to this we've nicknamed ourselves the Three Musketeers, but really there were a lot more people that helped the musketeers!! We couldn't have done it alone.

Here are all the pictures! If you thought I wrote a novel, look how many pictures!!......

Boston's welcome sign from Nurse Katie...

                                               

Dada holding our sweet boy. Did I not say the crib was horrible...

    

Watching Happy Feet...

Bossy's first wagon ride, ended up being one of many....

                                                      

Nurse Katie, Boston's favorite!...

Just some things from home...

Mama and Bos, he loved hospital food, especially the bacon!....

Boston: "Uhhh...who's sick here??"....

                                      

Bossy is now up and around! Dada loved calling him "pony-boy" because of his I.V. cast...

                                                   
Thank you again to everyone for all of your love and support. We have never been more happy to be home and healthy!! ...831...