So quite a while ago, back in early December when we still lived in Denver, Carson went through quite the experience when he got really, really sick.
It started on a Friday night. Josh and I had gotten back from a date. Carson had been okay for the baby sitter, but she said he was sad and wouldn’t fall asleep on his own. That’s rare for Carson, but I figured he just missed us. But after Josh and I got home, we started to worry a little. He was coughing in his sleep a lot. We held him some, comforted him, tried the normal cold treatments. Then we went to bed – both me and Josh quite exhausted from a busy, busy week.
Around 4:30 AM things got really bad. Carson was crying, unhappy, coughing…and then basically he slept only in bits and pieces and only in our arms the rest of the night. He was coughing, breathing very rapidly, and just sad, sad, sad. In the morning when we couldn’t get him to eat or drink and he hadn’t improved, we figured it was time to call the doctor.
Our pediatrician’s office was great, and I was able to schedule an appointment for that morning. I was so grateful they got us in so quickly, especially on a Saturday. At the doctor’s, Carson was just miserable. He wailed and cried constantly through the initial check-up process with the nurse. Finally, shortly before the doctor came in, an exhausted Carson fell asleep in my arms. He had been breathing quickly and shallowly all morning.
When the doctor came in, the first thing she did was to test his oxygen level and listen to his heart. Both tests confirmed the same thing: Carson’s oxygen levels were dangerously low and oxygen just wasn’t moving through his lungs well at all. :(
The doctor was fantastic and made what could have been a terrifying experience for us first-time parents into something much more bearable. She explained everything so clearly, was so calm and in control, and helped us feel informed without feeling overwhelmed. Having such a great doctor really did help all of the other could-be scary things that started to happen pretty quickly, like finding out that Carson had bronchiolitis, hearing we’d most certainly be headed to the ER that morning, seeing Carson hooked up to an oxygen tank with a tube around his head and fitted into his nose, and having to give him a nebulizer treatment (basically like what’s in an inhaler for people with asthma, but for babies; it was to help clear out Carson’s lungs and make it easier to breathe). Carson hatedthe oxygen tube and nebulizer (especially the nebulizer; he screamed during the whole 10-minute treatment).
But, as much as Carson hated it all, the oxygen and the nebulizer really made a difference. He started acting happier again (meaning just intermittent fussing instead of constant screaming). He even began to talk and read some books with us. It was a relief to see him like that. When the doctor saw him, she was soon so pleased with how he was doing that she told us maybe we wouldn’t have to go to the ER after all. She said they could send us home with oxygen for Carson and we could just monitor him there, as long as his oxygen levels didn’t drop again.
And they didn’t. So we headed home.
Then we got all sorts of stuff: a tank of oxygen (with more to be delivered to our house that very afternoon), our own nebulizer, prescriptions for the medication to put inside. We were to leave Carson hooked up to the oxygen all the time at home. The doctor said to expect about 5 days of all this, and we made an appointment for first thing Monday morning so they could check up on Carson again.
The rest of that day kind of blurred for me. I felt okay (meaning in control and strong) in the car, but once we got home, things got tougher. I was sad for Carson; it was so hard to see him so sad and with a tube in his nose. I felt guilty for letting him get sick in the first place. And I felt overwhelmed: five days of this? How could we get through it? I spent the afternoon kind of in a discouraged daze. It probably didn’t help that I was super hungry (I think my diet that day had consisted mostly of brownies and a pear) and super exhausted. And, of course, still pregnant.
Later that day Dale and Heather (Josh’s parents) came to help give Carson a wonderful Priesthood blessing. I continued to feel overwhelmed, but seeing Dale and Heather really helped. The oxygen delivery man also came, leaving a huge noisy machine downstairs that pulled pure oxygen out of the air and sent it through a fifty-foot tube to Carson, and more back-up tanks of oxygen than we could use.
This is a picture of Carson on that sad, sad first day
That night Carson was feeling better. He actually had a pretty good apetite for dinner. And we were able to read and play and sing, a little more like normal life. The night was long (Carson woke up sad when his oxygen tube came loose), but when the next day came, things started feeling much brighter. We got through the nebulizer treatments (which Carson still hated) by watching lots of Blue’s Clues. Carson got a bath, which he loved. And Josh and I got showers, which we needed. Feeling clean, listening to Sunday Christmas music, tidying the house, eating breakfast…things started to feel more normal again. And Heather brought us dinner and ice cream (thank you, angel mother-in-law!).
And those next five days, the rest of the time that Carson was sick, went better than I expected. He made an excellent recovery, and we went in for daily doctor’s check-ups, gradually taking him off the oxygen as he improved more and more. It was hard, for sure. A crazy, emotion-filled few days. I’m so so glad Josh took a little time off of work to help out. It was especially hard taking care of such a sick, sad Carson and being pregnant, too. I worried about the baby girl inside me: was I eating enough? Was I eating healthy enough? Was I getting enough rest? I felt so worn out.
But it passed. Carson got better! He made such an amazing recovery, the doctor was very impressed. We never had to go to the ER. Josh and I got through it, especially those first hard days, by counting our blessings: good healthcare, good doctors, money to afford it all, a child who was responding very well to treatments, not having to go to the ER, family who bring us meals, the Priesthood, and just the small tender mercies like showers and good food and sunshine.
Here’s a picture of Carson a few days later – still on oxygen but doing a lot better
So that was our first experience with any illness in the family more serious than a cold or an ear infection. If it taught us anything, it taught us that our Carson sure is a champ.
Yes, we moved! It’s kind of a crazy story. You know what’s craziest? Exactly one year ago, we were living the life in Provo (in that cute little house we still love), Josh was a week away from graduation, and we were preparing for our move and first job in Denver. Who would have thought that now, one year later, we would have moved to Denver, celebrated Carson’s first birthday, started and ended a pregnancy, moved to Houston, and welcomed a new baby? A pretty action-packed year, huh?
So our life in Denver was great and happy and we were enjoying it. The first we heard of the upcoming move, it was a Thursday night not too long before Thanksgiving. Josh had stayed at work late for a third-quarter results call and I was at home. I was thinking about going to see a play with my visiting teaching companion (the sister we taught had a daughter in a school play) and called Josh to see if he’d be home in time for me to go.
“Um, maybe tonight isn’t the best night,” Josh said.
“Why not?”
“Well, we just might want to stay home and…talk about stuff,” Josh said.
“What stuff?” Immediately I was suspicious. Josh didn’t tell me anything (I think he hadn’t wanted to disclose anything until he got home), but I could tell that something was up. I waited anxiously (I was so anxious) for him to get home.
When Josh came home it all came out. He had just found out during the call that his company, Pariveda Solutions, would be closing their Denver office. The office was a smaller and a newer one, and it just wasn’t working out for the company, so they would be officially shutting it down by the end of 2013.
Wow, that was unexpected. It left us with several options. The company, thankfully and a huge huge blessing, was very kind and would pay for any of their Denver employees to transfer to (almost) any of the other Pariveda offices across the country (including Houston, Dallas, Atlanta, Chicago, a couple in California…maybe a few others I’m forgetting). Or, the Denver employees who wanted to stay in Denver would actually be starting their own company doing essentially the exact same thing for the exact same clients, and they would have been more than happy to have Josh working for them. There were a few other totally new employment options we were looking at, too.
In the end it was a really hard decision and took a whole lot of thought, talking things through together, and especially prayer. Josh and I had chose to go to Denver because we felt like the Lord told us we should. Were we supposed to stay in Denver, then? Or would the Lord bring us there just to have us move somewhere else? Yes, it was a hard decision and it took several weeks to figure it out. During the process, I think both Josh and I went through all the stages of grief (denial, depression, acceptance…whatever they are). There were lots and lots of roller coaster emotions involved.
I think we decided, first, to stay with Pariveda. It is a very good company and Josh enjoys working for them. After that it was a pretty easy choice to come to Houston: my family is here, it’s a good office, the manager is Mormon :). The next choice was when to move: before or after the baby came? If it was before, it meant things had to happen fast: the sooner we could go, the better, I thought. If it was after, it meant staying in Denver and hoping that the Pariveda office there stayed open long enough to keep Josh employed – if not, it meant him traveling to other offices to be staffed. That made both of us uncomfortable. And then, as I thought about moving with either a big pregnant belly or a newborn… I thought the pregnant belly would be easier. So we decided to move before the baby came, meaning ASAP.
In the end, I guess it all did happen pretty fast: we first found out right before Thanksgiving, we made an official decision sometime mid-December, and Carson and I officially flew to Houston, leaving our Colorado life behind, on January 4 (Josh came, too, but would go back later, after a week of house-hunting, to oversee the movers packing up our house and finish his work projects in Denver).
Here’s the moving van loaded up with our life:
The whole thing wasn’t for us, we promise; we don’t have that much stuff yet. (Actually, Josh and I decided that moving every 8 months is a great way to keep your stuff parred down: we went through two major deep-cleanings and stuff-sortings in a year, and we’re feeling pretty good about our lack of junk accumulation.)
So now, of course, we’ve been settled into our new house for quite a while (and we’re loving loving loving welcoming our new baby girl Annelise into it). I’ve got more to say about our house and finding it, though, and what we all did in the meantime. So stay tuned!
Our 4th anniversary (celebrated last December) was wonderful. We left Carson with Grandma and Grandpa Lyman overnight (his first overnight! It was about time. He did great – and so did we). Then Josh and I headed to Colorado Springs and had a wonderful getaway together. The highlight was eating at a very very fancy fondue restaurant (fancier – and more expensive – than either of us had ever done, but we felt it was very worth it). The food was deeeelicious. A four-course fondue/raclette meal. Yes, the food was delicious, but of course the real highlight of the trip was being able to get away and spend time with each other. Do we really have to wait until December for our next anniversary?
