Fear Not: Our trip to the ER.

Last night we took an unexpected trip to the Emergency Room.

At about 5pm Jonah and Jordan were sitting at the kitchen counter (on high barstools) working on a craft while i was emptying the dishwasher and getting dinner started.  Jonah leaned over to get something and fell headfirst on our hard wood floor.

The impact caused me to scream out loud and drop the silver wear I was unloading.  I ran over to my son who was screaming, crying, and telling me it hurt all over.  He said he wanted me to lay him down and he couldn't turn his head.

I was terrified.

This is the boy who barely shed a tear when he broke his wrist this fall.   This is the boy who is always reassuring to me that he's okay, quick to dry his tears, and move on.

I called Todd, my mom, the doctor and received advice and watched him while todd came home.   During that time (30 minutes) he was in a lot of pain and crying.

I am not good in these situations.  I am better than I used to be, but when you struggle with anxiety (especially anxiety that was "triggered" by a traumatic occurrence-- in my case Jonah's birth where he stopped breathing in my arms) these type of things are not easy for me to keep my composure.  I usually go to the worst case scenario which either paralyzes me or causes me to over-react.

I did my best and was able to handle the situation and care for Jonah until Todd came home.  Jonah started to become sleepy when todd came home, so we came to the quick decision that he needed to be seen in the ER.

Todd took Jonah in his car while I waited for my mom to get to our house to watch Jordan.   This was a good time for me to regain my composure, calm down, pray, and ask friends to pray.  

I was about ten minutes behind Todd and Jonah and I used that time in the car to pray and talk to God.  We talked about my anxieties and fears.  i prayed for Jonah and asked God for his protection and that nothing was wrong with his body.  I listening to worship music and sang along to How Great is our God as tears dripped from my face.  I felt a peace wash over my body and begin to calm my fears.

I got to the hospital and Jonah was already checked in to his room and we were waiting to be seen.  He was really lethargic and was mumbling a bit that he didn't feel good.

The doctor soon saw him and as she was doing the exam he began to throw up.  Amazingly, that was the switch to get him back to "himself".  Immediately we saw Jonah's personality come back-- he was up, talking, saying he felt better, playing with legos, and telling us his head is a lot better and so was his tummy.  Truly amazing.

After a complete exam the doctor told us that YES he had a concussion, but she was not concerned about any other trauma, however they suggested a CT scan to make sure everything was okay.

And it was.

And he was so excited about being in a bed on wheels and having pictures of his head.

All in all we were there only 2 hours and we were sent home around 8:30 pm.

The best part of it all was after all the chaos settled down, we realized the name of Jonah's doctor:

Dr. Fearnot.

I whole heartedly believe God cares about every little detail in our life.  The big things, the small things.

I believe God loves us so much that He would provide reminders of that love.

I believe He has a kickin' sense of humor  and that He finds joy and delight in revealing Himself in the everyday.

I believe it there is ZERO coincidence that a girl who battles fear everyday was given a doctor with the last name FEARNOT.

That was my God.

He told me in the car not to be afraid.  And he reminded me as we were walking out the door that He is faithful, and His desire for me is to trust Him and FEAR NOT.

You came near when I called you, and you said, “Do not fear.” Lamentations 3:57


So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.  Isaiah 41:10