Our little trooper

As many of you have already seen on facebook, Weston has had a rough day. We brought him to the ER at about 4:00 this morning, because he was coughing so hard he was dry heaving, and barely able to breathe. The people in the ER were fantastic and got him in right away. I mean, before we could even fill out the forms they took him back to start looking at him. Weston didn't enjoy all the poking and stethoscopes, but he was a trooper through the whole thing and even sat still for his chest x-ray. The ER doctor told us from the x-ray, he thought it was RSV. We were much relieved however, when the test result came back as Bronchulitis. (Like RSV, and treated the same way, but not as severe. And if it had been RSV, Wes would have had to live in a bubble.)

Wes had several rough hours, where all he wanted was Bob (his duck) and Bryan. (Nope, not me. Usually I'm the one he wants when he's sick, but I think the hospital made him scared so he wanted his big strong daddy.) He was (and is) getting albuterol treatments every 4 hours or as needed. He was on oxygen this morning too (which he hates!). He is now also on antibiotics to keep him from getting any other infections, and steroids. When the nurse brought in the steroids, he told us Weston is lucky because they are the same kind baseball players use. (Wes being a huge baseball fan, you can imagine his excitement... except really not.)

This morning our friends Steve and Karen came by and Steve helped Bry give Weston a blessing. If you read on, you will see that it worked! We love miracles. :)
By about noon Wes had had about 8 hours of sleep since 8:00 last night. However, he woke up in a much better mood and even ate a tiny bit of lunch.

I was feeling kind of bad because today was our ward's primary program, and I had to call this morning and tell the primary president I wouldn't be able to make it. (I probably would have felt worse, but it's hard to care much about anything else while watching your baby suffer.) Fortunately, the primary president was so understanding and found someone to cover me. Right after church one of the primary teachers (who has often helped take care of Wes while I play piano in primary) stopped by to visit. A couple hours later the primary presidency and chorister showed up, and even brought Wes a present - a pack of cars! Not long after that, a couple of men from the church showed up and gave me the sacrament. It was such a blessing to feel so connected to the church even when we couldn't go. The Lord has really watched out for us.

Now Weston is still getting his breathing treatments, but he's off the oxygen. If he can stay that way through the night he'll get to go home in the morning. He barely ate anything for breakfast or lunch, but he ate dinner like there was no tomorrow. He scarfed down his grilled cheese sandwich and French fries.

***Pause for random thought: is it really necessary to capitalize "French" in "French fries", even though they are not in fact French? ***

Another blessing is that we get to see my mom tomorrow! Originally she was going to get here Saturday night and leave this morning. But thanks to some "blessing in disguise" delays, she'll get here tonight, stay with Steve and Vivian, and we'll get to see her in the morning. Weston and I both will be much better able to enjoy our short visit tomorrow morning than we would have been able to this morning.

The last thing I have to say to everyone is THANK YOU. We have had so many texts, phone calls, & visits, and we know that lots of people out there were praying for Weston's speedy recovery. Our little adventure will sure put a ding in the budget- but just like it's hard to care when he's suffering, we're just SO grateful that he's feeling better that we are not even going to complain. We feel so blessed to have our healthy, happy boy back.