Good Things Come: The Knock

It’s a real and constant fear that we live with on a daily basis. Even on a good day, it is always a possibility. Once you become a mom, sleeping through sounds and noises becomes an impossible feat. Somehow parenthood just doesn’t have the same sleep altering effect on dads. How he doesn’t hear crying through the baby monitor, I will never understand. I know becoming a feather light sleeper and becoming acutely aware of every sound made is something with which all moms can relate.

The knock comes on our bedroom door in the middle of the night from our nurse on duty. We never know when it is coming and I honestly jump out of bed so fast that I really have no idea what time it is when we are summoned. The past two nights we have received the dreaded knock. All we know at the time is that something is wrong. It’s kind of like getting a phone call in the middle of the night…it’s never good news. I’m still a little surprised as to how quickly this 7.5mo pregnant lady can leap out of bed. You would think there was a spring pushing me!

Night 1 – Drake was running a fever and heart rate elevated. We decided the best course of action would be to give extra water and begin a two week course of inhaled antibiotics. Drake showed improvements, but had a restful night.

Night 2 – Drake was having a large prolonged seizure requiring rescue medications. He was still running a fever after Tylenol. We sat with him and monitored his vitals, and we tried our best to provide comfort through his fears. I can only imagine how scary a seizure is for anyone; especially a child.

I wrote the above portion of this blog a week and a half ago. I am happy to say that today Drake is doing much, much better! He will finish up this round of his Tobi medication on Monday night. We will continue to work hard to ensure we can keep him healthy. This crazy Texas boomerang weather isn’t helping matters, but we’ll do the best that we can.

Kennedy is loving pre-K, and I learned this week that she is holding her pencil correctly at school. I guess it’s just here at home that she is refusing to do it. I can live with that. She and Hayes are playing together more, which is fun to watch. Yes, they get frustrated with one another and they argue over toys sometimes, but the majority of the time they get along. We’re pretty excited that we will soon be adding another little playmate into the mix. Although, she’s going to need a couple of years before she is going to be ready to run, play and keep up with the two of them.

Hayes is accomplishing new words on a regular basis now. One of our new favorites is “cookie.” I heard when he saw my dad this afternoon, he ran up to him saying “Poppy!” “Poppy!” I’m quite sure that made my dad’s day! Now, will he say any of those words this week at his upcoming 18mo check-up? I can pretty much guarantee that will be a no. And no will likely be the response during his appointment when asked any questions whatsoever.

We have another busy weekend and week ahead of us! I’m sure that isn’t a surprise. We will be praying for everything to go smoothly and allow for as much rest as possible. Hopefully it will be a very long time before we have another knock at our door.