Series of Unfortunate Events.......

Scary day today. I didn't handle it well at all. I felt completely out of control and I couldn't muster the strength to grasp common sense and deal with things like a mom instead of a child myself. And I didnt even think to stop 5 sec to pray!! Lucky for me my rock (my mom) contacted a passel of prayer warriors on my behalf. And God was gracious enough to answer in the way they hoped and pleaded.

Noah spent the night with a friend on Thursday evening and they picked him up before we had dinner. Upon arriving at their house he politely turned down chili (lying) and saying he wasn't hungry. Kudos for being polite and obedient but smack on the rear for the lying part! Then when he woke up this morning he turned down the cereal he was offered for breakfast.

Bad mommy me for letting the kids be so picky...... Bad Noah for not EATING! (He knows better and this evening we talked about polite and respectful ways to make sure he gets protein!!!)

~Enter crisis~

You may or may not know or remember that Noah has issues maintaining blood sugar since birth. He is so miraculously healthy beyond all our expectations that I definitely take this for granted. He hasn't had a problem in years......

Anyway, I met his friends mom (my friend too) at the Y this morning and after working out we came home. About 1045a I started cleaning the kitchen to prepare lunch and Noah said he didn't feel good. I told him to lay down I was making lunch...... About 10 min later he said, "Mom, I really don't feel good".

This time I stopped to look at him and he was pale as a ghost. His eyes were dark around them and he couldn't form a complete sentence. I immediately ran for sugar. Crap! There was no o.j., no soda, no peppermints..... I saw a small bottle of baby apple juice and started pouring it down his poor throat. I went to grab the glucometer and the batteries weren't working. I was trying to talk to Noah and his eyes kept rolling back in his head. He began throwing up the apple juice almost as fast as I could get it in him.

So I CALLED MY MOM! Good ole mom! All I remember saying was," Noah's sick. I need you to come. I need you right now." It seemed like 5 min. later she was knocking on the door. I couldn't think, couldn't plan, didn't have a clue what to do. But everything is okay when mom's here. And then double blessing my mother in law showed up too. Their two heads were definitely better than my one. They got me in the right path and Pat and I headed to the emergency room.

Already long story a little shorter ~ His blood sugar was 45 when we left my house. 42 when we reached the hospital emergency room. Whom by the way PRAISE THE LORD rushed Noah to the back immediately. 3-4 hours later after an IV that went in the FIRST TIME, lots of fluids, medicine to stop the vomiting, and a ham and cheese sandwich. .........

My baby was/is back.

Bottom line ~ life is so short, and while we all know that we have so much to be thankful for I was indeed reminded today of how great my God is. I know families who don't know if there child will make it through the year or even the night, I know families who have lost children, and I know sometimes bad things happen to good people.

So why did God choose me for mercy? Why was I chosen to have salvation and be so extremely blessed with all my needs and most of my wants?

I don't know. But I'm gonna try really hard to be more grateful.