Just A Typical Sunday Morning...

That went awry quickly!

Let me preface you with this...Knox went to bed Saturday night completely healthy and happy. No signs of sickness what-so-ever. Lee and I took him to Tuscaloosa Saturday and watch the Tide play basketball, and it was awesome! I love being able to have one on one time with the kids. He had a blast and has talked about last Saturday ever since. Anyways, we put him to bed Saturday night and were awoken a few times due to a relentless cough he was struggling with. When we all got up Sunday morning, we ate breakfast and started getting ready for church. I started noticing that Knox's color was looking a little "off", and his seemed to be struggling to breathe just a little bit. Lee and I teach the 3 year olds at church, so one of us had to go and I told him I would do it and he could just stay back with Knox. Before I walked out the door, I hugged Knox goodbye and could see his veins in his neck really working to help him breathe. I told Lee that something didn't seem right, and that I wanted to take him to Urgent Care as soon as I got back from church. Well, as I was teaching I heard my phone alert me with a text-it was Lee saying that they were headed to Urgent Care because he seemed to be getting worse. Long story short, they gave Knox a steroid and breathing treatment and it seemed to do nothing for him. They recommended that we take him to the E.R. So - off to Thomas Hospital we went. We stayed in an ER room from about 12 to 4:30 pm. Knox was retracting when we got there, meaning that his chest and rib cage was caving in a little from working overtime. His oxygen levels varied from upper 80's to lower/mid 90's. These are not terrible numbers. However, the doctor told us that a healthy breather is anywhere from 100% to 97%, so it was obvious that something was going on. We received more breathing treatments and steroids, and let me tell you something...that stuff makes kiddos HYPER. I mean, HYPER. Knox's eyes get HUGE while he is receiving the treatment, and as soon as that mask is off he is climbing the walls. They decided to admit him and keep him overnight to keep a close eye on him and try to regulate his breathing. No one wants to stay in the hospital. No one. Especially with a 2 year old. However, his numbers got pretty low a few times throughout the night, so I was so thankful to be there with nurses that knew exactly what to do and exactly how to handle it. After they ran a few tests, we were diagnosed with a virus in his lungs. He is still wheezing and coughing a pretty good bit, but that's to be expected. We almost had to stay a 2nd night in the hospital, but thankfully we were sent home with a nebulizer and are able to administer the breathing treatments every 4 hours. He seems to be on the mend. Nothing is slowing this boy down right now...nothing.

I need to say a little something here real quick. I never know how I will react to things, but I have a tendency to get a little panicky about the kids. Especially when it's something serious. When Knox had RSV last year, I literally almost lost my mind. This time, however, was totally different. I can't explain why. As soon as I heard the news about needing to go to the E.R., I was naturally nervous, but I never once flipped out or cried or anything like that. In fact, I think it is safe to say that I remained more calm than Lee did which is HUGE. He never panics. I kept repeating that verse "Peace I leave you, my peace I give you. I give not as the world gives" and the strange thing is that I haven't spent too much time focusing on that verse. It just immediately popped in to my mind, and I honestly just knew that everything was going to be fine. But don't misunderstand me...I was definitely nervous and concerned. It's just that I didn't go overboard like I know I can. I talked to my friend Teal on the way to the hospital. She is one of the calmest people I know, and really doesn't panic. I told her I needed her to speak truth to me and assure me that panicking wasn't a good option. Very unlike me, people. Very unlike me. I know that our small group and our church was covering us in prayer, and it was almost a surreal feeling...like I could feel our family being being prayed over. I know that sounds so strange to hear that I was somewhat calm in the middle of my 2 yr old son's E.R. visit, but this was something so huge for me that I feel like it was just God trying to teach me to lay it all in His hands. And you know what?? It felt good.

Everything happened so fast and it has been a crazy few days. I will say this, also. When they put that little gown on Knox and he laid in that hospital bed, it almost broke my heart. I just kept staring at him and thinking about so many things: When I gave birth to him, and what it was like to hold him in my arms for the first time...How I don't think I really learned what self-less love was until he was born...How I couldn't possible imagine my life without him. Not that it ever got to a point that I thought something that drastic was going to happen, but seeing your toddler lay in hospital bed will make you think about all sorts of things. The biggest thing I realized was when we were walking down the hallway to the playroom: I take his health, and Greer's for that matter, completely for granted. Completely. I could not imagine having to live in a hospital and watch my child suffer from a more serious illness or disease and wear a little blue hospital gown like that on a daily basis. And in the middle of all that was going on, I felt overwhelmed with praise. Praise for his health and praise for his life. It was revolutionary to me. So strange, I know. But I'm thankful for the Lord showing me that. So thankful. I honestly felt His presence all around me and I am so grateful.

SO...the little rascal has been home and healing...and back to the same ole same ole. I can say that I honestly have been looking at him a little differently since we've been home. I am a little more patient with him. I hold him a little longer. Show him a little extra grace. Read 1 or 2 more books at bedtime. Kiss his face a zillion times a day, rather than a million. Let him play outside a few more minutes than the usual. And I have certainly been telling him how thankful I am that Jesus protected him and kept him healthy, and that must mean He has some big plans for his life :).

Here are some pics from out first ever hospital stay at 2.5 years old! So thankful for our amazing church and small group and family that came and visited us and brought us goodies and prayed for us. The power of prayer is a STRONG thing!

Our small group leader, Fred, hanging out with Foxie in the E.R. 

 Teaching him the "Running Man" after a breathing treatment

 Fred even made him a fancy balloon

Moving to our room and taking our stats

Getting a little worn out

Watching a slew of Disney movies the next day

Playing in the awesome playroom!

Got a visit from one of his favorite people - little Miss Campbell :). She even picked out that Thomas the Train balloon, and boy-oh-boy was that puppy a hit!

 See what his little hand is holding?

Yes...he slept with it. 

 Watching Buzz Lightyear with Papa

Looking back, I wish I would have snapped some more pictures of sweet visitors, but I wasn't too much in to photography during our little hospital stay. I HOPE our next stay is when I deliver another baby...whenever my husband will allow that to happen. I told him tonight that I was suffering from "aching womb" syndrome. I cannot even explain the look that he gave me! But for now, I am OH so thankful to be home with an amazing husband and 2 healthy and precious kiddos. Thank you, Lord, for your protection!

First Day of "School"

Since my last post was a little heavy, I thought I'd lighten it up a little and post about sweet Greer's first day of "school". It's actually not school at all...more like a nursery drop in. I didn't really need her to go to school on a weekly basis, but I did think it would be good for her to socialize with other babies and let mommy have a minute or 2 to herself to go to the grocery store, get her teeth cleaned or haircut, sit and stare at a blank wall and listen to silence, etc. SO...this sweet baby girl is now going to Fairhope Methodist Church 2 Fridays a month from 9 - 1. Today was her first day going and of course I was a little sad about it, but I was fine 10 minutes after I dropped her off.

Feeding herself oatmeal on her first day of school:




It was a little chaotic this morning trying to get 2 kids dressed and lunches packed, so I had about 30 seconds for a photo session. Tried to get one with brother, and that just wasn't happening.




She loved her purple lunchbox and kept tapping the top of it.




Watching brother do a crazy dance while she drummed on the lunchbox.



When I went to pick her up, the ladies said that she did awesome and they were surprised at how sweet she was for her first time going and not knowing anyone. Yay for Greer!

It was a very different feeling running errands and grocery shopping without my sidekick, but I won't lie when I say it was nice to pop in and out of places and not have to drag a baby in and out of a car seat. I'm glad she had a great first day, and we are already looking forward to her next one in 2 weeks!

Prayers for Mom

My mother underwent her second back surgery yesterday in a period of about 5 months. The surgery yesterday was pretty extensive, involving hardware and cages and lots of tiny bits of bone that was placed in there that need to fuse together successfully. Pretty much, a large portion of her spine had collapsed. So, we are looking at a very long recovery process.

My mom has been dealing with back pain since I can remember, and even more so she has been in excruciating pain for well over a year now. When I say it breaks my heart, that doesn't come close to describing it. I have been watching her walk with a limp, lift her leg with her hands to get in and out of cars, and move at a very slow pace for many, many months now. She has even been going to work through most of it. During that time, she has always tried very hard to have a smile on her face and not complain. I don't know how she does/did it. I would do anything - anything - to be able to take that pain away for her. I don't know whats worse...watching her go through it or not being able to do anything about it. The fact that she is one of the sweetest, most humble, and selfless people on the planet doesn't help when it comes to watching her suffer, either.

We have been praying for a very long time now for comfort, peace, and complete healing. We are prepared for a long recovery after the surgery, but one thing that none of us were prepared for was the pain that she is enduring right now. Watching her lay in that hospital bed and go through so much pain is literally  eating away at me. Lee stayed back with the kids so that I could be there for the surgery and spend most of the day there. When it came time for me to leave, all I wanted to do was crawl up in that bed with her and lay there, but I knew that I needed to get home and take care of my family. So hard to leave her. I confess that I am a little frustrated that she is still in this amount of pain, but I am trying to continue to trust that God has a reason for everything, and He will relieve her of this pain soon. So...since there is nothing that I can physically do, I am asking everyone I know to please pray for her. I figure that is the best thing we can do for her. Her name is Rita. Please pray for relief, comfort, peace, and a "speedy" healing. My family and I would truly appreciate it. Thank you so much.

Knox - 30 Months

My little man turned 30 months on the 26th. 2.5 years old. Man, where does the time go? I wanted to put some things down about him so that I will remember some tid bits about him during this age.

I am pretty certain every mom will tell you that each month is their "favorite" stage. I definitely feel that way. It's nothing short of amazing to watch the little tiny baby that you gave birth to grow and develop and learn and play and become a little person. I love my days with him. No, I don't love each and every second of every day, but I love every day with him. He is so incredible sweet, and I believe he is getting sweeter with age. He looks exactly like his daddy, and I couldn't be any more in love with that. He can be extremely shy and standoff-ish when he first shows up to most settings, and he looks at me like "where are you going, mom?" but give him 5 minutes and he is rip-roaring around the place.

 He loves to be outside and has a deep passion for playing with any type of ball be it golf, baseball, basketball, etc. Of course, I am thrilled by this, but I have to keep myself in check that I don't let it consume me. I only want him to play sports if it's what he wants to do (this will be much harder to say if he ends up not liking sports). I could spend hours outside with him. Hours. And we try to do that as much as possible. We usually have to end up dragging him in for dinner and he comes in from the backyard with dirt all over him. I love it. Listening to him and Lee play basketball is one of the best sounds to me. Whatever he ends up liking in the future, I do hope that he will always enjoy being outside and enjoying nature and the fresh air.

He loves his sister. I mean, loves her. We ask him all the time if he wants another brother or sister and he always answers "sister." He calls her "sissy" a lot, and shares toys with her...on a good day :). He is concerned when she's crying, wants to make sure that she has whatever he has, i.e. goldfish, cheerios, milk, etc. One of my favorite things every night after their bath is when Lee and I take one to each room and get their pajamas on. Their rooms are on the opposite ends of the hallway, so you can look down the hall and see each other. I never tell him, but it is always a favorite memory for me to look down the hall and see Lee getting Knox dressed and talking to him. Once Knox is dressed, he comes busting out of his room and screams,"Night Night, Sissy!! LOVE YOU!" as he is banging trucks against my walls and floors. Sometimes Lee and I will make eye contact with each other when we are both there to witness it, and we share a quick smile. It's little things like that that help make the whiney and fussy days a little bit more manageable :).

He has become a little obsessed with puzzles, and has started showing Greer how to do them. She will throw her chunky arm up there and try to do a few pieces. It's hilarious. 

He has become quite the bargainer with books. He will beg and plead for you to read 50 books to him at night. And this child loves to sing. After we read, I sometimes lay there with him for a while and sing with him. I wish I could make time stand still when that happens. 

And then there's this hair. Oh, this hair. I took a picture of it and sent it to a friend of mine because we had just finished discussing the thickness and texture of it. I'm not too sure you can really tell in the pictures, but I do believe that he has more hair than I do. On the morning that I took these, we were headed over to Mobile to see my grandmother. When we left the house, he had wet hair. 1 hour later, when we pulled up to Wawa's house, he had wet hair. SERIOUSLY? And here's another fun fact. It will dry in whatever place it's in while drying, if you can understand that. Such as...if he runs through the house and pushes it all crazy in 50 different ways (which is what normally happens), then it will dry in all 50 different ways and STAY that way. On days when we have "dressier" occasions, my blood pressure races a little over this hair. I don't even ask for perfection...just that it would lay down instead of stick up :). And don't doubt that we have taken the hair dryer to it a few times so that it would speed up the drying process. Don't judge until you have walked a mile in my shoes. This hair might be the death of me!

I feel like the Lord has really been trying to teach me to slow down and not worry about the small things so much (except for his hair! ha!). Shoot, I have probably been "trying" to learn that since shortly after he was born. If only I could master that concept and move on to another one! Isn't it funny how we are suppose to be the ones teaching our children, but it always turns out that they are the ones that end up teaching us about ourselves?  I am definite that I will forever be in learning mode with the kids, and even though I am sure that it won't always be a fun type of learning, I know it will always be good. Hopefully I will have a teachable spirit!

Here's to having a "closer to 3 than he is to 2" year old baby boy! I am going to blink and he will be starting Kindergarten. No, please...