On Tuesday, I was supposed to get on a plane headed to Winnipeg for the YWAM Peace & Justice Institute. I have loved Jamie & Kim Arpin-Ricci’s work in Winnipeg for years now. They are the real deal and I was giddy at the thought of being with them, becoming real friends perhaps.
But instead, we have cancelled the event. I need to stay home. We have kept rather quiet this week as we’ve walked through the days but since we cryptically said it was a “family emergency” many kind people have reached out to check on us. So I thought I’d let you know what has been happening.
Our five-year-old son came down with a rather common illness last week, but when he was treated with the antibiotic, he had a severe allergic reaction to one of the drugs. It was scary, I admit. He was so swollen, he was covered in an angry red raised rash, he couldn’t open his eyes, he didn’t look like himself, but scariest of all, he couldn’t breathe well.
I’m so thankful for our local ER and hospital, for our nurses and doctors. They rushed us right through and gave him the medicine he needed to breathe without making him feel more afraid. I didn’t know what in the world was going on but in those moments, all I could do was cradle a too-tall boy in my lap, stay calm, and pray without words.
Help us. Help us. Fix this. Fix this.
Sometimes it feels like time stops and we are hyper-aware of our surroundings. We feel the plastic of the chair, notice the ticking of the clock more clearly, see that our hands are holding on tight, our bodies swaying slowly in the comfort-dance of motherhood: it’s fine, I’ve got you, it’s fine, I’ve got you.
We did get to bring him home later that day: looking like hell, but breathing well on his own, fever down. He is on the slow mend now, poor boy, but it has been a long few days. It will be seven to ten days before he gets the all clear. He is taking all of this the way he takes everything: easily, in stride, no complaints, matter of fact boy. They say we were lucky.
“Help. Thanks. Wow.” … Indeed, Saint Anne.
Since he needs monitoring, even during the night, due to the possibility of relapse, I’m staying home from Winnipeg. Jamie and Kim have been so supportive and understanding, I am thankful for their grace in these days.
I am terribly sorry for the fuss, for the inconvenience, for the disappointment. I feel it, too.
But I need to be home.
Thank you for your prayers and for your understanding.