Intussusception: Part 4: The Ambulance

Before Brandon made it back to the hospital and before the doctor came back into the room, I sat and looked at my son in his crib. He was too sick to even squirm in pain at this point. Sprawled out on his back, arms above his head, I thought about how much I love this sweet little boy.

I began to pray for his return to health and couldn't do it. 

I had said enough prayers this year that weren't answered, not because Heavenly Father wasn't listening, or answering, but because I wasn't asking the right questions.

This wasn't just a stomach bug, we all knew that by now. If it wasn't an intussusception, than it was something more serious. For the first time since we had arrived at the hospital I feared for my son's life. At this moment more than any other in my entire life I needed to pray with all the faith that I had and I needed to pray for the right thing. 

I knew that if I prayed for his life to be spared and it wasn't, my faith would be completely shattered. And who was I to have that wish granted when I know so many who have endured so much heartache and loss in their lives? Why should I be exempt to that?

The only thing I could do was put it in the Lord's hands. I put Samuel's health in His hands and I put my strength in His hands. One thing I knew without a doubt, was that I would need His strength to make it through whatever was in front of us.

Those few moments were precious to me. Precious beyond what I can share here, other than to share my testimony of my Savior and his atonement. I truly "stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me."

Shortly after that, the doctor came in. The verdict was to send Samuel down via ambulance. Brandon came up with his car seat. We went through the paper work and the other motions to be ready for the transfer to PCMC.

 I rode down with Samuel and Brandon followed in the car. The paramedic expressed valid concern for Samuel's lethargic state. He upped his IV drip and we were both grateful to see him perk up just a bit with the increased liquids.

We talked through the events of the past 24 hours,talked about our kids, housing prices, where we live. What anybody would expect on an ambulance ride with their child, I suppose.

The time flew. This 40 minute drive to Salt Lake went faster for me than our 5 minute drive to Davis Hospital the night before. We arrived and were quickly brought into the well oiled machine that is Primary Children's Medical Center.