The late night silence was broken with faint whimpers and wheezing as my precious little one struggled for air. Restlessly she lay sleeping on my chest as I, unable to sleep, kept a vigilant watch over her. My wife, equally as restless lie next to us, her hand gently holding that of our daughter as we helplessly tried to comfort her.
There had been five visits to the doctor and emergency rooms over the past two weeks with no relief in sight. It was a virus we were told and had to run its course. Each night as the fever would spike upwards of 102 and with her breathing more labored each day we worried more and more.
We had experienced ear infections, strep, colds, the flu and other common illness with our other children. This one the doctors continued to repeat that there was nothing they could do for it and it had to run its course. My wife and I continued to pray and make our daughter as comfortable as possible as her 13 month old body struggled to fight off this “virus”. Each night we watched as her fever spiked and her breathing became more labored. We knew that something had to be done. Somehow the doctors were missing something and she was too small to take chances waiting for the doctors. If it was a virus, then which one?
One of the most frustrating feelings I have ever felt in my life are when my children are ill and I cannot do anything to make them better. As she would look into my eyes crying from pain and discomfort, watching her chest heave up and down gasping for air I find myself fighting the tears of anguish for my daughter and my overwhelming helplessness.
Finally, as we could take no more of this we headed back into the doctors office. This time my beloved wife had taken video of my daughters labored breathing at night and early morning while attempting to sleep. We had been telling the doctors of this for weeks and nothing, upon seeing the video they ordered a chest x-ray and surprise. Pnuemonia! I felt releived at having a diagnosis and also irritated that after this many visits and more than 3 different doctors why none of them would rule this out in the beginning.
It has been 5 days since my wifes video of our daughter finally made the doctors act. It’s amazing to see her improvement now that she is properly being treated. I dread to think what could have been with our precious little 13 month old daughter had my wife not acted upon her impressions to record it.
I do believe that our prayers were answered in this process. My wife was guided in knowing what to do to get the help we needed. After nearly 3 weeks, our daughter is back in her own bed, no fever and sleeping through the night. I still can’t help but be frustrated at the lost time and the danger my daughter was in had it not been properly treated soon enough.
The divergence of these emotions and my gratitude for answered prayers has created quiet a conundrum for me to resolve within, yet the gratitude I feel for my daughter getting better overshadows all of it.