Day 12 (July 6) - Day 15 (July 9)

Ian repeatedly stopped breathing.  I was a nervous wreck.  Watching your child struggle to breath is something no

 parent should ever have to endure.  I stared at the monitors and literally jumped out of my seat each time the levels started to drop drastically.  Eventually his breathing crashed altogether, resulting in his intubation.  He became very edematous, meaning that he was filled with fluid. On July 8th I was able to hold Ian for a couple of minutes.  To just have him in my arms meant more to me than anything else ever has or ever will.  He was baptized on July 9^th.  That same day, Scott and I decided to have Ian transported to Children's Hospital.  They were unsure whether Ian would even survive the transport, making this the hardest decision Scott and I have ever made in either of our lives. 

Day 16 (July 10)

Ian was successfully transported to Children's Hospital.  This was the second time I had been outside since Ian was born.  I walked to the ambulance having never been so scared in my life.  I prayed during the whole ride to Children's Hospital.  The song “How to Save a Life” by The Fray (play now) was playing in the ambulance.  That song will forever remind me of my son. CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL was almost as scary as the ride.  It was just like you see in the movies and on TV.  Tons of doctors surrounded Ian.  He was stuck with needle after needle, blood was taken, and a bone marrow biopsy was done.  Ian was poked and prodded.  I cannot imagine how my son was feeling at that moment.  He was such a good boy.  While Scott and I were devastated and exhausted, we would have given anything to have traded places with Ian

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