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| His right side is extremely swollen - this was right before we heading to the doctor's office the night we were sent to the hospital. |
We became connected like I never knew could every be possible.
It is a little out there, but we experience something I am pretty sure has happened to other moms, but they either knew it happened or just didn't realized it.
Here is the story:
We woke after a night at Children's (the first night I had gotten more than a block of 3 hours of sleep in over a month...). William had slept - finally. When he woke in the am the nurse came in to the room to complete her every 4 hour vital check. He screamed and cried and screamed some more. We changed him and got him comfortable again. I sat in the chair, the nurse had brought, and he fell into my arms - exhausted. His daddy packed up and heading home to get clothes and check on the Ranch for a possible additional night.
I rocked our little man as he slept in my arms. My head was up against his. I felt his chest take a breath and then another. I said something and he responded. He suddenly sighed after I explained to him what was happening and why the nurses and doctors needed to check him and give him medicine. Not one word left my lips during the entire conversation with him, but I knew - he understood what I told him. He asked questions and I answered them... He took many huge sighs, and in the end he understood and finally relaxed.
Quiet tears ran down my face as he slept - the first time I cried since the doctor at PeaceHealth told me that we needed to rush him to St Joe's in an ambulance due to the risk of him not being able to breath if we got in an accident.
But those were tears of fear - these tears were of relief.
A few hours later, the doctor came into the room to check his tonsil, lymph node and ear. William didn't make a peep. He laid there looking at me and the doctor while the doc examined him. William understood what was happening - finally. Exam after another, he laid there extremely patient. In the evening we were sent home.
Ever since that moment I have been able to open my mind, relax and talk to him. He has been able to talk to me too. He is more relaxed. He is more understanding and patient.
Maybe it is listening to my gut. Maybe it is all a part of some new age stuff - I mean really talking with your mind!!??
Either way - our connection has always been there with the two of us. I guess I never realized it until that moment in the hospital. When I was pregnant someone gave me this meditation CD about talking to your baby and asking it questions (even if you weren't pregnant - maybe a little out there, but after this experience I am able to look outside the box...). We didn't know what we were having, so I opened my mind and asked. That night I slept (finally) and woke with a clear vision that my baby was a boy.
Our little master has healed up. He has gained 1 of the 2.5 pounds he lost. His smile is back. His sense of adventure has returned.
I have my boy back, but gained a world I never knew existed - even if it is little out there...
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| A hike up to Fragrance Lake |
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| Playing with his new favorite toy Daddy picked out. |
