Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! I know it's a day early, but I also know there's no chance I will be blogging tomorrow : )


So far, all of Jule's testing has come back normal! I am very thankful for that, but a little sad that they didn't find out what the problem is. His next tests will be an Upper GI and allergy testing. He has really suffered with the tests he's been through, and I was thinking about that last night. God watched His Son suffer...for me...for you...for sinful mankind. I get very upset when Jule is afraid or hurting or suffering in any way, and I am so thankful to God that His Son did suffer so that I could be saved. I'm thankful for the sacrifice Jesus made so that my son (and daughter) could spend eternity in Heaven.

So, Happy Thanksgiving to all of you! What are you thankful for?

GI Specialist

We have finally gotten to a point that we realized we needed Jule to see a GI Specialist. I think I had gotten so used to Jule spitting up and vomiting that I didn't really think about the fact that it wasn't normal to continue this long. I mentioned his spitting up in passing to one of the NPs at the Pediatrician's when they were, once again, checking him for croup. She told me it was very much not normal for him to be like this. So, Jule and I headed to the hospital yesterday for what I thought would just be a consultation...you know, just talking and maybe looking Jule over. I was very wrong. She was very concerned and sent him for an xray and a blood draw. Jule was terrified of all of the things in the xray room and screamed until he dry heaved and dry heaved. I had to hold him down on the xray table flat and then turn him on his side when he heaved. It was HORRIBLE. Then, I had to take him for a blood draw. I felt so bad for him. I took him back to my office and let him nap next to me on my floor while I worked.

Jule has forgotten about all of it already, but I was quite traumatized. Seeing him go through something he feared but not being able to explain it to him was so hard. He just doesn't understand, and it breaks my heart. It made me think about God, as our Father, last night. Many times we are going through things we fear or even things that may actually hurt. Many times, when I have felt fear and knew I shouldn't, I felt like maybe God was mad at me because I just couldn't seem to conquer my fear. But that's not a Father's heart. It didn't make me mad that Jule feared the xray. Why, then, would it make God mad when His children are afraid? Even though we don't understand, and He understands completely, I'm sure He is moved with compassion when His children suffer.

I am asking God for peace as we have to take Jule back for a Delayed Gastric Emptying study, which involves multiple xrays over 4 hours. I would appreciate your prayers for little Jule and for Kevin and I as we go for this study next week. We are praying that God reveals what is causing all of Jule's discomfort and frequent stridor.