We were just getting over the hospitalization episodes of our daughter Hannah, 2 years old, in the month of August and our son Joshua, 4 years old, in the month of September. We were beginning to enjoy and make memories with our newborn Pete. Joshua’s school had just reopened after the Dussehra holidays and he returned home with a cough. It got worse by the end of the day and Hannah too contracted the illness. Denver, my husband, took them to the doctor the next day. We got an SMS from the school, saying that Hannah has an interaction in school, the next day for admissions. Meanwhile, I got an SMS from Denver saying that Hannah was admitted in the hospital and he would send Joshua back with my brother-in-law. I was in shock because Joshua was very ill while Hannah seemed to be in better condition. I called up the school immediately to inform them that we wouldn’t be able to bring Hannah for the interaction. They obliged by God’s grace and the interaction was scheduled for the next week.
Joshua was still down with a cold, cough and high fever. He was lying on one bed and Pete on the other. My routine then was, I would see to Joshua’s needs to use a hand sanitizer and nurse Pete. Back and forth, it was crazy! However, I knew that God was in control. One of the sisters, from the CFCI Bangalore community, came and stayed over that night, as I was alone with the kids. My first thought was, “I can manage on my own”. But I am glad she was there.
Towards midnight Pete started developing a fever, his breathing rate was high and he wasn’t his usual self. When I told Denver, he asked me to rush him to the emergency. By God’s grace Joshua was willing to stay back with the sister, who nursed him throughout the night and kept updating me about his condition. A brother from the CFCI community accompanied me to the emergency at 1 am in the morning.
I kept praying in tongues because my mind was numb and I didn’t have any words to pray. When we reached the hospital, to the emergency ward, the doctor on call assessed Pete and said that he needed to be admitted to the NICU. However, since the baby before Pete had occupied the last bed, we were asked to go to another hospital. The NICUs in all the nearby hospitals were full. They were referring us to a hospital far away. In the meantime, a doctor from the community whom I was in touch with throughout the ordeal, called up and requested the doctor on call. I was in tears. How was I going to manage with Hannah in one hospital and Pete in another? One of the nurses in the emergency said, “Don’t lose heart, think of this as a test from God, trust in Him“. The doctor in the emergency ward made several calls to see if she could admit Pete into the pediatric ITU (where Hannah was admitted). The Head Nurse at the ITU granted permission. Both the doctor and the nurse were going against the hospital protocol. They would be questioned for their actions. Why would they do that if it wasn’t for the hand of God?
Finally, Pete was admitted to the ITU. Family, brothers and sisters from the community were with Joshua, while Denver and I were at the hospital. By the end of the day, I developed a severe headache because of which I had a few episodes of vomiting. However, the headache sustained and I continually felt nauseous. I headed to the emergency myself, accompanied by my brother-in-law. It was packed and the nurse on call said that I might have to wait for a minimum of 2-3 hours, to get better. I wondered how I could manage this with Pete in the ITU. Praise God, a doctor who was Denver’s friend came to my rescue and I was out with treatment and feeling better within an hour! Back at home, Joshua who got better started deteriorating. His oxygen saturation was borderline and the doctors in the hospital suggested, that we might have to get him admitted if he did not improve. Denver got down on his knees and we prayed. By next morning he was well. Praise God! Throughout the course of their sickness, we laid hands on the kids and prayed for Jesus’ healing power. All glory and praise be to our God, for taking us through these difficult situations, unharmed. He has made our faith stronger, made us value each other and helped us open our eyes to the blessing that our children are to us. He also made us realize the importance of close and extended family and the need for not only being a part of the CFCI community but also serving selflessly.
“The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness”.
~ Lamentations 3:22-23