I love my grandson. Last week he was put in the hospital with an infection. His lungs weren't working well so they put him on oxygen. It scared me. I won't lie.
The next day his sister was coughing all night and awoke with labored breathing. She was admitted too. Both low on oxygen, coughing their little lungs out. Which as it happens is a good thing. It clears out the gunk so they can heal.
So I went to visit. Oh my goodness these two are amazing. Even sick they are little love bugs!
My grandson got a little better and got really bored. After a few days of being in the hospital I offered to watch the kids while the parents went to get something to eat. The kids were asleep most of the time they were gone but before they came back my grandson woke up and asked where his parents were? I told him they went to get something to eat because the cafeteria was closed (it was) so he looks at me and says, "Did they eat in the car?" Later he said, "I need to go home I've been here forever." Bless his heart it had been four days by then.
It took a while but they did eventually make it home. Answered prayers for sure. Yup I believe in the power of prayer and the blessing of good doctors, respiratory therapists, and nurses.
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