You Give Me Fever

David hasn’t been sleeping too well, lately, and today the reason became somewhat apparent: he was pretty sick. We figured it was just a cold, but then this evening things took a turn for the worse: his temperature spiked to 104.6˚F. It’s funny how familiarity breeds complacency that way: even a mere six months ago, we were completely freaked out by something like that. Today, Mommy just got on the phone to Mawmaw while Daddy scooped David up and stuck him in a lukewarm bath, to bring his fever down (which it did).

While David was in the tub, Daddy prayed to know what to do. He feels that, several times in our family’s past, we’ve given up faith too soon and run to Urgent Care when a Priesthood blessing would have been sufficient. As such, when Mommy came up the stairs declaring that we were going, Daddy asked her to please get the kids dressed while he figured out what we needed to do.

To be frank, Daddy was quite surprised. The voice of the Spirit—inaudible but no less understandable—came very clearly: “It’s pneumonia. Get him to the doctor, then give him a blessing.” Well, Daddy has finally learned not to put a question mark where the Lord puts a period, so after leaving a message for our home teacher Jacob, we headed over to Urgent Care to get him taken care of.

The doctor took a listen to his chest and noted that it—and his audible breathing—were each a little “crackly,” as he put it. Bolstered by a recent article in the Ensign (which he does not think he picked out of an entire magazine, by accident), he asked the doctor, “Could it be pneumonia?” The doctor agreed that it very well could be, but decided not to give David a shot nor order any X-rays, since his oxygen level was relatively high. He simply wrote out a prescription that would take out anything up to and including pneumonia, then sent us on our way.

Once all that was done and Daddy was finally home with the prescription, Jacob and Daddy gave David his second unrelated blessing of healing in as many weeks. He received many specific promises in today’s blessing, but Daddy’s favorite was the prophecy that David would be well by the time his prescription runs out (this Sunday).

Anyway, David is now sleeping peacefully in his Pack ’n’ Play (in the guest room) while ever-vigilant Mommy spends the night on the guest-room bed. Sleep tight, guys! We’ll see you in the morning!