Prayers Please

Well, it has been a rough few days in the Bolte household. Benjamin started acting a little under the weather Thursday night, but it just seemed like a cold so we pushed the extra fluids and got him to bed. Late that night, as they often do, a 103 fever reared it's ugly head. When Ben gets fevers he always gets one of AT LEAST 103 so this didn't panic me too much. I gave him some Ibuprofen and laid down with him. It was a rough night. He was congested and miserable. Friday he began to cough. Saturday it all got worse yet. I contemplated calling the doctor, but he was still eating, drinking and running around playing so I figure I would just wait and see. Sunday the cough continued to worsen and after Ben so kindly filled the built in bra of my tanktop with vomit I decided to call the doctor.

The doctor's response to my concerns was "Well, you have already waited a few days...what is one more." "Call the office in the morning if you are still concerned. I doubt he is in any danger." Gee thanks doc! I got off the phone and had a bit of a breakdown. I feel like I am crazy if I call right away at the slightest sign of a fever and again...crazy when I wait. Bottom line...I am crazy. Luke is the only one in this house who has slept even a reasonable amount since Thursday and I am on the brink. I do not do well with sleep deprivation and last night was the worst. So this morning Howard stayed home and I called the doctor.

Our appointment was this afternoon. The very same doctor I spoke with last night sent us to the hospital for chest xrays, thinking my boy had pneumonia. It has been a crazy long day. About five hours between the doctor's office and the hospital. A missed nap and forced medicine. We are dealing with bronchitis and a very sick little boy. I would really appreciate your prayers for Ben and for Howard and myself as we are barely able to keep our heads up.

As most of you also know tomorrow is our 20 week ultrasound. It is at 4pm. I will be nearly 21 weeks and Asher's problems were diagnosed at 19 weeks. I would like to say I am cool as a cucumber, but that would be a lie. I am frustrated, sleep deprived and my nerves are shot. I will be spending any waking time once the children are put to bed on my knees begging the Lord for GOOD NEWS again tomorrow.

It would mean so much if you all could pray for peace and sleep for our household and for the health of Ben and new baby. We know that prayer makes a difference and we have been so blessed by each of you. I will let you all know how it goes hopefully tomorrow. (but don't freak out if it isn't until late...we are going out to dinner after the appt. I have no energy to cook.) Love you all!