Prayers

Matt and I made a trip to the ER in the wee hours of the morning with Miles. It's a rare occasion for Miles to cry out in the middle of the night and even more rare that one of us would arouse from our slumber and check on him. He began crying around 1:30 this a.m. and wouldn't settle down. I decided to get up since it had been a while and felt that motherly tug to check on him. I'm glad I did. He was gasping/panting for air. I'm not sure how many breaths he was taking a minute, but it sure did sound bad. I had my first asthma attack at 13 months and was fearful for him. I called for Matt, and we took him to the ER around 2:00 a.m. My gracious Mother came over and stayed with the kids while we were there. RANDOM THOUGHT: I felt like Will Smith in the movie "I am Legend" driving down Scottsville Road and how weird it would be if there were no people. Once I got to the hospital, Matt and Miles were in the back. I could hear him crying once I entered the ER doors, and he didn't stop--I think he totaled 2 FULL hours of crying and panting. After oxygen tests, chest x-rays, a breathing treatment and steroid, he finally settled down and fell asleep at the hospital. The doctor thinks that it could be asthma, but Miles is to young to be tested. The diagnosis is bronchiolitis and prescriptions to open his air passages. Poor baby. We were back home and back in bed by 5:30 a.m. Of course, the other kids were rarin' to go around 7:30. I had to get Karson ready for school and Isaac was ready for a game of Hungry Hippos. We need prayers for strength, energy and patience today. Thank goodness baby Miles is fine, and we're blessed with intelligent doctors and staff that can ease his pain in this scary situation.