Tuesday, February 12, 2008
My littlest guy has been sick for about a week. At first it was just cold symptoms, but the last four days he has been running a fever, so I finally broke down and called the pediatrician today. The nurse on call thought I should bring him in since he is only four months old and a doctor should rule out any issues that Tylenol may not take care of...so, as the snow began to fall in PA this morning, I bundled my youngest two into the car and off we went on the hour trip to the pediatrician! Long story short, he has a respiratory infection which is viral, and he has probably seen the worst of it, although his cough will persist for weeks, possibly. He also has an ear infection in his right ear, but it doesn't seem to be bothering him too much, so I'm supposed to hold off on the antibiotic to see if the fever returns. I was glad that he was much happier today than the last few days, and during one of our heart to heart sessions when I sit him on my knee and we look deep into each other's eyes and coo at one another, I was struck by how adoringly he looks at me, and how he utterly trusts me to meet his needs. As he looked deep into my eyes, I blinked back the tears and thanked God for my newest little miracle boy. It reminded me afresh and anew of the way I should love and trust my Heavenly Father...with utter abandon and joy. What happens to that kind of trust as we grow older--both physically and spiritually? Life, I suppose. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths" (Proverbs 3:5-6). By the way...the first photo of Nathaniel shows him taking after his Mama when she was little, and the second photo shows his bath time in Florida--the whirlpool tub was just too big!