A Night in the Hospital
Ok, so I don’t think I’m ever going to write a post about being stressed ever again. Things got even more stressful after that post.
We ended up spending Wednesday night in Cincinnati Children’s Hospital. Our youngest son, Brock, was having some significant difficulty breathing. We took him to urgent care. After he didn’t respond well there, we were admitted to Children’s. By that point, it was almost 1:00 am.
We’re home now. Brock is doing a lot better. We’ve still got to administer breathing treatments for the next couple of days, but I think he’s turning the corner.
I appreciate your prayers for the health and rest of my family. We are completely exhausted.
August 21st, 2008 at 9:48 pm
Brother, I can completely relate. I hear the word hospital and I get instant fatigue. I think my oldest daughter has spent a third of her life in one… maybe that’s an exaggeration, maybe closer to a quarter of her life.
August 22nd, 2008 at 7:34 am
Man, sorry to hear that. Glad to hear Brock is doing better now though.
We’re still praying for you guys. Let us know if you need anything else at all.
August 22nd, 2008 at 7:58 am
Each of you are in our prayers. It’s a helpless feeling when we can’t immediately fix the problem at hand. I know Brock was in good hands at Chidren’s and I hope you all get much needed rest.