So I know that may sound a bit weird to some people, but let me explain…
I’m certain many of you followed what was going on this week with my husband. It all started last week, when Josh got sick with what we thought was strep. Then it turned to what we thought was the flu, after a checkup at a local walk-in clinic determined it WASN’T strep, but most likely flu.
The next night, he was getting worse, but we couldn’t determine what was going on. He was in so much pain – to the point of breaking down, frustrated and to the point of exhaustion. It was extremely hard to watch my husband go through what he did.
Finally after having trouble breathing, a close friend of ours rushed him to the ER. I joined him after my awesome brother and sister-in-law immediately volunteered to watch our kids for us, after finding out about the matter.
I got to the hospital to see my husband getting poked and prodded with IVs and blood being drawn. He looked pretty out of it. We tried to keep it light-hearted, but deep down, I was worried. They were doing tests left and right to rule out any possible problems.
It finally came back that he was at risk for liver failure. Now, I knew that wasn’t a good thing, but after researching it, it was more dangerous than I had assumed. This can cause a plethora of issues, including coma and even death. He was immediately put into ICU for further testing, and monitoring. This was two of the LONGEST days of my life. I tried to keep it together. I couldn’t stop for anything. I still had a family to take care of. But alas, every person has a breaking point.
And I cried. And prayed. And cried some more. And prayed with my kids. The 2nd night, I laid in our bed with our sick 3 year old, balling my eyes out. I hate crying myself to sleep. I just wanted my husband home, and for this problem to go away. I felt so overwhelmed, that I asked everyone to leave me be. I just needed to be with my kids.
The day came where the doctor gave the okay for him to be discharged from the hospital, I received an anonymous note attached to our front door. The gift was so sweet, it made me tear up. It felt so nice and comforting to know someone was thinking of us.
So after all of that, you may still wonder why I said that I saw Heavenly Father in many forms this week. So here they are….
First….we had a huge push to go to the ER, and I know it was the Holy Ghost. I mean, this week could have played out totally different than how it actually did. If Josh hadn’t, there may have been a chance he wouldn’t have been here today….extremely scary to think about, and it makes me tear up every time I think about it, but it’s a reality.
Second….my sister-in-law took NO time at all to step up and offer to help watch the kids for us. After speaking with her, we felt she was put in the right place at the right time to get to me quickly.
Third….the doctors were fast to respond and get a diagnosis. Their treatment took almost 24 hours, but it did the job!
Fourth…I had an over-pouring of messages, texts, and phone calls from many friends and family, reaching out to us with thoughts, prayers, and support of every sort. It was overwhelming in the greatest way possible.
Fifth…though it may not have been the best thing to do – we have security cameras all around our house, and after digging, we found out the anonymous gifter. I confronted this person with lots of love and thanks for their gesture. They explained to me that they were recently blessed and was asked to pay it forward, and after praying to know how to do so, they said they received a clear answer from the Lord that He wanted us to be blessed – basically that the Lord was looking over our family. Needless to say, I balled like a big baby!!
This week has truly been a HUGE rollercoaster of emotions, both bad and good, but I’m feeling strongly that our Heavenly Father has been watching over us, making sure we were taken care of.