Sunday, May 16, 2010
I don't like colds. Well, I don't think anyone really "enjoys" colds. Me, its rather a despise. They freak me out. You see, 2 weeks ago when I started to get the "aches", the scratchy throat, the nasal congestion. I panicked. I was bathing in purell, staying away from my kids (as much as I can, I am there mama, they still need food, and there boo boos kissed), and praying that this cold would keep away from the kids. It didn't. Tori was the first to feel the sniffles, I kept praying in fear that Tara would get it too. She did. I don't like colds. Tara started feeling bad last Monday. Just a bit winey, and with lots of boogies. Since then its progressed. It usually does. You see, Tara has been hospitalized 21 times in her last 2 1/2 years of life. 16 of those times have been from colds...the common cold. A cold for Tara does not mean sniffles, and extra cuddles. It means pressure on her chest (as it usually turns into some type of pneumonia), its means extra visits to her pediatrician, it means no sleep for mommy, as Tara's heart does not like colds, and she has funk arrhythmia's, which means monitors going off all night long. I don't like colds. "We" are leaning how to keep her home (not at the hospital) during colds. When I say "we" I mean all of us (mom, Tara, Ped, cardio). She scares us...all of us. Normally Tara sats are GREAT! Like 98-100 great. Sleeping a bit lower sometimes, but for the most part, great. Today ALL day she has been 92-93. Last night when she was sleeping, 84-87. Not good. She is still holding her own. Acting normalish (a bit more tired, and cranky). I am trying. I like her home, she is fun, my other kids are fun, my bed is more comfy then the Cheds (chair/bed) at the hospital, snuggling with my honey is way more fun the pacing the hallways of the pediatric floor with a sick girl. I know that with Sats like she has now, if I took her into the ER we would be admitted. I am not ready to do that. I am learning, "WE" are learning. I am optimistic that we will be able to over come this cold without being admitted. Greater is He. I will praise Him no matter what. I made that decision during worship at Thursday morning bible study (sometimes when this happens I have to just sit and marvel at all He has done.). He is greater, more than I'll ever need, He is greater. If He never chose to heal Tara completely (which I don't think is the case), He is still Greater. When He does choose to heal Tara completely, He is greater. He is more then I'll ever need, He is greater. Either way I will praise Him. Why, because He is greater, and more than I will ever need. What about you? What do you need Him to be greater than? Health? Greater. Finances? Greater. Relationships? Greater. Loss? Greater. Fear? Greater. Worry? Greater. Greater is He, and more than you will ever need. I like that.