peace through the coughing

I'm going to make this quick because I don't have much time, but I have been getting text messages from friends who read my last posts and wanted to know why the heck we were in the ER. Here's why:

A few weeks ago I put Eleanor to bed around nine or ten and noticed she was snoring heavily. Lane and I laughed it off, thinking it was cute. A couple hours later she woke up with a horrible sounding hoarse cough and struggling to take breaths. She also spit up a bunch of mucous. I freaked out and we called the advice nurse.

The nurse had me hold the phone up to Elle's mouth so she could listen to the breathing. "She has croup cough" she told me, "It's a virus that closes up the airways in her throat and makes it difficult for her to breath. Take her in the bathroom with a hot shower running for ten minutes. No more than ten minutes, because you need to take her to the emergency room."

I immediately started shaking and praying, and we did just what the nurse told us.

As I drove to the hospital I recited Philippians 4: 6 and 7 over and over:

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."

I got there at about one in the morning. They looked Eleanor over, listened to her horrendous barking cough, and told me to wait. And so I waited. For three hours.

I feel there are a few appropriate side-notes here, if I may. The first being this: What the heck is with the wait  at the emergency room? Does not the very nature of an emergency mean it cannot wait? The nurse told me that my sweet baby's airways were closing up, and then they make me wait!? Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer...
The second side-note it this: The Gresham/Troutdale ER attracts some interesting customers between one and three am on a Saturday morning. From the lady playing a very loud game of Bingo on her phone to the girl who was continually sticking a toothbrush into a Sprite bottle and then chewing on it, it was a sociological experience for sure.

Finally, after three hours of praying, we were admitted into the actual hospital. After another hour of waiting and praying, the doctor came in. He looked Eleanor over. He listened to her lungs and her heart. He checked her ears and her mouth. He looked perplexed.

He explained to me that she sounded great. No cough. No obstruction of the airways. He told me it must have just sounded like a really bad cough, but it couldn't have been croup. Then he left the room.

I sat there a little confused. She had definitely been struggling to breath. The advice nurse was sure of it. The triage nurse was sure of it. Suddenly, the doctor came back in. "I just spoke with the triage nurse, and she said that your baby had the croup cough when you came in" he explained. So he reexamined her. He checked her breathing, her chest, her back, her heart, her mouth, her ears. He looked perplexed again. "It's like she cured herself" he mumbled. I smiled and tried to think of something less corny than "Well, that's the power of prayer."

I left the ER at five in the morning, praising the God of miracles who listens to our prayers and who heals.


a few photos...

I have been horrible about blogging the last couple weeks, ever since I hinted at the ER visit, and then never explained myself. I will...eventually.
Until then, here are a few pictures and updates from the past couple weeks, in no particular order...

This girl started eating rice cereal. She is over the moon about it. Seriously, our kids love food.

We had a fun mother's day exploring downtown Hood River. (We didn't take many pictures)

Kipper became Wonder Dog.

 This guy stopped napping. (Perhaps a reason for the lack of blog posts?)

And baby Eleanor will be six months in four days. Crazy.


the perfect morning to spend at an outdoor cafe

In case it is not especially obvious what is going on here, let me explain: we brought James' road map rug out onto the back deck this morning and built a cafe (complete with espresso machine, cash register, and walk-up window) for the "barista dinos" (what he calls them all the time) to serve lattes (with whip cream and "fwinkles") to the lego animals. After enjoying their beverages the dinos entertained the animals with some live music (please note the T-rex with the "ga-tuag").

James also made the zoo-keepers' car into a "monsta truck" so he could drive the elephant and fish to the concert.

I hope you (on the West coast) are all able to take full advantage of the wonderful weather this weekend!

PS coming up: Why the ER is not my favorite place to spend a Friday night...


house tour: living room, James' corner

From the moment you enter our home, it is no secret that we have kids. In our living room I have attempted to keep the kid stuff to one corner ("attempted" being the key word there).

The chalkboard is owned by every family with a child within a two hundred mile radius of any Ikea. The previously mentioned guitar has taken up permanent residency in James' corner also.

(Can you tell I didn't clean before these pictures?) I love the random assortment of things James collects in the chalkboard shelf. Pictured here: cards sent from relatives, guitar picks, chalk, and "wild animal cards" from his little kid National Geographic magazines.

I love kid art. But instead of framing it I wanted to have it on constant rotation as James created new pieces. These hanging cords are from Ikea and can be found in the shower curtain section, which, I believe, is what they actually are.

Work bench and Melissa and Doug car carrier. Every time I put these away they ended up back out in the living room. I gave up.

The basket of randomness I daily collect off the floor. Generally composed of: dinosaurs, cars, trucks, and small musical instruments.

Secretly, it makes my heart so happy that we are in a phase of life when toys litter the ground and crayon scribble adorns our walls.

This time, a year ago: a brunch menu... this makes me want to have brunch right now...