Veni, Vidi, Vici – Part 2

Your hands have made me and fashioned me: give me understanding, that I may learn your commandments. Psalms 119; 73. 

My son was taken to the nursery immediately and I only got to hold him in my arms four hours later. Being a big baby, a random blood sugar (R:B:S) test had to be conducted to rule out diabetes. I was not diabetic so he was the only one undergoing the tests. The first test was at 10 p.m on the night of 13/08/2016  and the result was 2.8 mmol/dl. He had to stay back for monitoring. Another one was done at 2 a.m it was 3.0 mmol/dl, 6 a.m was 2.9 mmol/dl and 12 p.m was 3.2 mmol/dl. I was sure my boy was not diabetic but since the medics were doing their work, I let them. When the pediatrician did her rounds that day, I was certain we would be discharged and go home the next day. It did not happen as she recommended that baby should be monitored that day and be discharged the next day to leave hospital on Tuesday. I felt sick, I was missing my kids too. I convinced myself that Tuesday was not far away and it was for the best interest of my boy.

On Monday 15/08/2016 at 9 a.m the results for R:b:s was 2.8 mmol/dl. This time a different Doctor came to evaluate the kids in the nursery. All this time I had not started producing breast milk as it takes me 3-5 days to do so. Baby was hungry and there were no signs of milk. He was given formula and immediately he started gasping for breath. I laid my hands on him and prayed for him but the situation did not change. The Doctor came to his cot and noticed this. Baby had respiratory distress and was weak. She recommended he be put on oxygen! This news tore me inside. I felt tears form in my eyes. So the tubes were inserted in his nose and also put on an antibiotic drip and glucose since he was dehydrated and his sugar levels were drastically dropping. I could not stand it and left to go cry outside. Yes I cried, my baby who was well a few hours ago was in a situation I could not quite comprehend. I texted hubby and told him it seemed there was no discharge after all as baby was sick. I texted Pam too and asked her to pray with me as I needed the strength to take care of baby and for his recovery. I was inconsolable.

I came back after they were done and found him asleep. All this time I was praying and thanking God for His mercies. I talked to God in a way you would to a loved one, telling Him how He gave me a baby boy when I least expected, seeing me through the tough labor and that He was not going to let my boy go just like that. This boy was a testimony and he needed to be alive to fulfill whatever plans God had in his life. Immediately I felt some inner peace I could not explain, God had surely heard me. It was well. I managed to catch some sleep as he was also asleep. I was called later when he woke up to to breastfeed him. Still there was no milk. The next test was 5.4 mmol/dl and this was explained to be caused by the glucose drip that had been administered. He was put on a three-day antibiotic injection. What I was thankful for was the fact that this was detected while I was still in hospital, I do not want to imagine what would have happened if I was already home and failed to notice the difficulty in breathing and reach the hospital in time. For sure God liveth.

His breathing was stabilised and I had my boy back. I even forget about the need to go home, all that mattered was that I left the hospital with a healthy baby, it did not matter how long I had to stay back. On 16/08/2016 the results were 4.1 mmol/dl not bad at all. The Doctor came back and noticed that baby was developing physiological jaundice! This was too much for me. He was okay the previous day, the Doctor recommended phototherapy and suggested four sessions of three hours each would do in the Led phototherapy unit. He started his first session at 11.30 a.m and would be done by 2.30 p.m. I could not bear seeing him in there. I went outside only to be called one hour later that he had woken up and was trying to remove the gauze and was crying. I breastfed him, this time I had started producing little milk. He fell asleep and was returned again for phototherapy. He managed another hour before he started crying. This went on like this untill he managed the three hours with me being by his side to ensure he did not remove the gauze from his eyes.

That evening he was set for the second session. He only managed thirty minutes and refused to cooperate completely. The nurse pushed the therapy to next day. That evening while breastfeeding him and reading the Bible that was in the nursery, I inquired from the interns who were preparing for assessment the next day if there has ever been a possibility that one would get completely well with just one session, they laughed and told me that it had never happened and that one needed 3-4 sessions to be better. I told God I needed a miracle. We were really praying fo him to get better.  He had three more sessions to go which would resume the next day. That night I was granted permission to sleep with him in my bed. I laid my hands on him and declared him a victor as we served a living God. God was going to come trough for us, I was deeply convicted of that fact. Everyone who knew his condition stood with me in prayer, for sure  God was with us.
I have been young, now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his offspring begging bread. Psalms 37;25.

I could not meet his demands yet and had to be fed on formula again. On Wednesday the 17/08/2016 at 9.25 a.m the R:b:s was 4.1 mmol/dl. There was no cause for alarm. The only thing that kept us back was the antibiotic injections he was put on and the phototherapy session. It was everyone’s prayer that we would go back home safe and sound. We were in the nursery feeding our babies as we waited for the Doctor to come. My boy was to start his second phototherapy session which for some unknown reasons the nurse on duty failed to implement. I did not want to remind her as I did not want him to go through it and hoped the Doctor would recommend breastfeeding and sun bathing instead….

Emma Henrys
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I am a HR enthusiast, a wife, mother of three who has a keen interest in writing.

8 thoughts on “Veni, Vidi, Vici – Part 2

  • August 23, 2016 at 4:37 am
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    Wow what a testimony.May God bless you Emma and the baby.

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    • August 23, 2016 at 9:54 am
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      Thank you Joy for your prayers.

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  • August 23, 2016 at 12:05 pm
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    Emma we serve a mighty God…….” Surely the arm of the LORD is not too short to save, nor his ear too dull to hear.”he’s healed Jaber!

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    • August 23, 2016 at 6:23 pm
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      Amen, he is healed.

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  • August 23, 2016 at 5:07 pm
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    God is surely at work and He will not let you down. You are a true woman of faith.

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    • August 23, 2016 at 6:21 pm
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      Amen, thank you so much.

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  • August 23, 2016 at 9:21 pm
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    Emma I love ur writing, it’s educative n encouraging,, our God is not deaf dear, he hearth our pleas

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    • August 23, 2016 at 10:00 pm
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      Thank you dear.

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