When our oldest was born she arrived 10 days late at 10 pounds 24 inches long. She arrived into this great big world the size of a 6 month old. She was perfect. She slept through the night at day 2. The key? Fat babies are great sleepers. I would fill her up and she would sleep from the 11PM news until the 7AM weather forecast the next morning. Not much has changed.
She has always slept a lot. I had just forgotten that until recently. She moved back home to student teach in our town. Because she's 22 and living at home I've tried to not interfere with her life. She's been fighting a chest cold for two weeks. I stepped in...it was my Mama perogative. She finally went to the Doctor 3 days ago. They wanted to admit her for possible fungal pneumonia. She refused and did not tell us.
She's been stubborn since day one. My beautiful, kind, organized, perfectionist is not going to do anything unless she's ready.
Yesterday, after sleeping, 36 hours, I went to check on her. She was burning up. I got her into our wonderful GP immediately. It was then that I found out she had refused hospitalization not once but twice!
The Doctor explained to us that with Lupus, being on immunosuppressive infusions, and teaching in a classroom with 22 1st graders Olivia is at high risk for fungal infection.
They did a chest X-ray and sure enough she has pneumonia. My stubborn child still refused to be admitted. Finally our Doctor looked at her and said "Olivia, you do realize you can die from this right?" That got her attention. That got my attention. That got her Daddy's attention.
My beautiful, stubborn, girl is in the hospital under "guarded" condition. Lots of tests today. She's where she needs to be for the next several days.
I am not concerned about her in the least. The Lord has shown us repeatedly that He has great and mighty plans for her.
I am a bit agitated with the enemy. I'm very tired of the spirit of infirmity in our household. The Doctor has strongly discouraged me from staying with my child in the hospital. I should have known the enemy would try and attack. We all know this Mama is not going to not be with her baby, kidney biopsy, or not.
I know we are all covered in the blood of Jesus Christ. It will be fine. It's just a matter of logistics and prayer.
Please pray for my daughters nurses. Please pray for healing. Please pray she will sleep. Please pray that none of my family members will "catch" anything while being with her at the hospital.
I know Jesus has a plan. I know this. It's so hard when it's your child...even if they're grown.
So today I will praise Him in the hallway. I'll be looking around the corner for a door of healing to open.
"I would have lost heart, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living."-Psalm 27:13
