A Sick Baby Boy

Well, it's been almost 2 weeks since I've posted anything. Shame on me! Sweet Frazier has been sick for over a week (and on and off for a good month) with a high fever, viral symptoms and a very lethargic spirit, which is so unusual for our energetic boy. We have had 2 long doctor visits and 2 trips to the ER over the last week. We are now at St. Mary's after being admitted last night to treat a kidney infection. Apparently, kidney infections are unusual in little boys, which is why it wasn't their first thought to get a urine specimen when this started earlier on. The nurses have attempted to get an IV in him 3 different times since we've been here with no success, so we are trying to keep him hydrated with Pedialite and breastmilk. So far, it is working okay, but we will stay at least one more night to make sure he is hydrating well and that the antibiotic is treating the infection. It is hard to see our little man get so upset with the prodding and poking, and everyone tells me its harder on the parent than the child though his screaming doesn't indicate that. 

Losing my husband or my children has always been one of my greatest fears that I've spent a lot of time praying about. I know that incessant worry will do only harm and will not control anything, but it is hard to keep that in perspective when I can't get in touch with Geoff after I expected him to be home or the doctors are unsure of what's wrong. The unimaginable goes through your mind. I am thankful that God has given me a lot of peace through this situation - He is really helping me through my fears! And I am thankful to be in a place where I feel like he is getting good care, especially after having the perspective of how different a situation like this would be for a mother in Africa.

Thank you for your prayers for him, us and the medical staff (they are working!), and a special thanks to our friends and family who are taking care of our little girl and all our creatures back at home.


Tuesday evening after a trip to the pediatrician and the ER. 


Snuggling with Grandpa at Thanksgiving and still not feeling well. 

Second trip to the ER. 

Admitted to the hospital and napping with Daddy.

In his jail-like crib at St. Mary's. 

Can't forget about our sweet girl who went with Daddy to the store to pick up Frazier's prescription (before we knew we'd have to come to the ER). Yes, she is in a Hokie outfit. Sorry, my UVA friends. At least she chose the winning team that day!