At one of the routine baby exams on Saturday afternoon, one of the nurses said that his nose was really clogged and it would help if he was under a mist hood for a couple hours. So they took him to the nursery and Zach & I got some much needed rest. Three hours later a NICU nurse practitioner came in and informed us that they had noticed some other breathing problems and had put him in the NICU for observation. We weren't too worried because they said it was just a precaution and they were just watching him. Later that evening just I went down to the NICU to see him and take him some milk and I saw quite a different sight. There were people all around him and I knew something was wrong. Apparently a doctor had come by to do a routine exam and right after that his heart rate, respiratory rate, and oxygen levels fell drastically and he turned blue. They did an xray (which in the NICU, they bring the xray machine to the babies. The babies never leave!) and found that he had fluid all in his lungs, pneumothorax caused by taking too fast of a first breath and creating a hole in his lung, and some possible pneumonia. They hooked him up to a CPAP machine that would expand his lungs allowing the hole to heal and his body to absorb the fluid. They also started an IV for antibiotic for the pneumonia. I went back to the room and basically lost it. Early the next morning Zach & I went back down to the NICU to see our little guy. It was so hard to see him hooked up on all the tubes.
We were reminded that Trevor was God's and that whatever God had planned for him would be the best for all of us. Even if it meant that we only had him for few days. We praise God that He saw fit to heal Trevor and by Tuesday he was off of the CPAP machine and by Wednesday he was off oxygen. He still had to stay in the NICU to receive his antibiotics via IV but other than that he was a healthy little guy.
Two songs really encouraged me during the week that I spent driving back & forth to the hospital: The Blessings by Laura Story and I Lift My Hand by Chris Tomlin. We often don't think of trials as blessings but knowing that God only gives good things, then those "things" that He brings into our life are for our ultimate good and His glory. It is those trials and circumstances that draws us closer to Him and makes us realize our utter dependence on Him. God's grace, strength, and endurance that He gave us during this time was amazing and overwhelming. God is always good and loves us more than we will ever be able to comprehend.
Blessings
We pray for blessings, we pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while You hear each spoken need
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things
'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near?
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?
We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear
We cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
And all the while You hear each desperate plea
And long that we'd have faith to believe
'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near?
And what if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?
When friends betray us, when darkness seems to win
We know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not, this is not our home
It's not our home
'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near?
What if my greatest disappointments or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy?
And what if trials of this life -
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights -
Are Your mercies in disguise?
I Lift My Hands
Be still, there is a healer
His love is deeper than the sea
His mercy, it is unfailing
His arms are fortress for the weak
Let faith arise, Let faith arise
I lift my hands to believe again
You are my refuge, You are my strength
As I pour out my heart these things, I remember
You are faithful, God, forever
Be still, there is a river
That flows from Calvary's tree
A fountain for the thirsty
Pure grace that washes over me
Let faith arise, Let faith arise
I lift my hands to believe again
You are my refuge, You are my strength
As I pour out my heart these things, I remember
You are faithful, God, forever
We will post more pictures soon.
