my son's baptism

I am a Christian. I was brought up in the south by good ole baptist folk. My religion and my relationship with God are very important parts of who I am, so when doctor's told me that my son was sick... very sick. I knew there was one more thing he needed besides medicine and extra care. I knew that he needed to be baptized.

During this stay at the hospital, we have gotten very close to a hospital chaplain. When she visited me last week we mentioned baptizing Handsome and not only did she agree, but she said she would be honored! So on Monday July 23rd, (a month and one day since we received his prognosis) in his intensive care room, my husband, my daughter's teacher, the hospital chaplain and I gathered around his crib and we read a verse from Matthew. We prayed. And we baptized our son.

Predators In The PICU

Thursday night, Handsome's seizure activity picked up significantly and with the seizures, he started to desat. After a prolonged seizure of twenty nine minutes, he was moved to the PICU for closer observation.

Oh, how I hate the PICU. 

It's not that I dislike PICU staff, they are amazing and I LOVE that my son is being monitored so closely. But, I guess, the idea of being in intensive care bothers me. Until, I had a sick child, I always related the intensive care with such bad things. So being here, sometimes it's hard to stay positive. I hear monitors going off and nurses rushing to bedsides and I get a bit freaked out. It's one of those things that I don't think I will ever get used to.

There is one thing about the PICU, though, that I might be warming up to...

Yesterday, three local celebrities paid Handsome a visit.

That's right! The Nashville Predators came to see my son in the PICU and although, he was sedated at the time, the team autographed a poster and posed for this picture outside his room. I know someday when Handsome beats this disease he will be very fond of this moment. I can't wait for him to get home and show off his poster to his big brothers.