baptism of fire

Earlier today, I had the biggest scare of my life. My B had a fever and it was a little bit high. I checked on him and we even watched CARS on DVD. He seemed okay so I went to sleep. I haven't been asleep for more than an hour when my Mom woke me up and told me that B needed to be brought to the hospital. I was in shock at first and couldn't move.

After it sank in, I went to check on my son and I was stunned by what I saw. My normally cheery son was curled up in a ball, turning black, and was shivering like hell. I didn't know if I wanted to scream, pass out, or kill someone. My B looked really pitiful.

If Arny did not tell me to change, I would have gone to the hospital wearing what I wore to sleep; without any bra. I panicked and I knew that I should not panic. It was so hard not to lose it, not to bawl over but I needed to be strong for my son. He needed me to be strong.

After we took him to the emergency room and he was given a shot and antiobiotics, we took him home. The doctor wanted to confine him but we said that we choose to observe first. After he was settled in and he took a nap, I broke down.

I cried and cried coz I was scared and I was worried. I was so scared. With so many things going on, this was the last thing I needed. I prayed. I prayed really hard. I am not a religious person but I prayed and told God that I was giving all my problems to him. Thy will be done.

Right now, my son is a little bit better but I do not want to be complacent. We will still observe him to make sure that the fever does not spike anymore. I ask you all to please pray for my B. He needs it badly.