Thanksgiving this year was a bit different for us. While I’d envisioned a cute “1st thanksgiving” onesie, tons of family, a happy 65th birthday party for my dad, and tons of food… our thanksgiving was a bit different. My dad did still turn 65 – HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY- but the rest played out a bit differently. Nathan had been sick with a cold, a day or so of a low fever, but nothing major. Well, Taylor got his cold, and his fever. When a newborn has snotty congestion and runs a fever over 100.4 or in Taylor’s case 101.0, it’s standard procedure to put them here…
in the hospital, and that’s right where we ended up on Wednesday. We questioned it for a while and fought it for a bit, but then Taylor’s doctor, who has been Nathan’s doc for 3 years, and whom I trust, reminded me that odds were, Taylor would be fine. But in the off chance that this wasn’t a cold and was something like a UTI or meningitis, we’d be much better off in the hospital. Reluctantly, but thankful for health care, we went. Our neighbors kept Nathan Wednesday afternoon and evening till Chad got home. Thursday, Nathan went with his Uncle Matt and Aunt Emily to visit family and eat tons of food. Then he had a sleepover with them, sleeping like a big boy on the sofa! They kept him all day Friday until we were discharged. Nathan’s Thanksgiving was pretty awesome if you ask him!
Chad, Taylor, and I also enjoyed ours. It was a bit more quiet than normal, there was no cooking, no cleaning, no preparing, just resting. Within hours of admission, 2 pastors from our church had come by to check on us. They stayed and fellowshipped a bit and brought a warmth to the hospital room. Over those 3 days, TG and I never left the hospital and I never went stir crazy or felt alone. Chad came and stayed when he could and we were both so glad to see him! We had two friends bring us AMAZING thanksgiving dinners. The nurses and docs were kind and so friendly. I spent countless hours with my good friend Melissa who spent time every day with us in the hospital, holding Taylor so I could shower, bringing food, supplies, comic relief, and company. Chad and I managed to sleep more in those 3 days than any thanksgiving in the past, and we lazily watched the Thanksgiving Day parades too. All in all, it was a different sort of holiday, but a wonderful one nonetheless. Little Taylor Grace never spiked another fever, had great blood and urine work, and avoided a spinal tap and IV thanks to great advice from my buddy Bethany. Happy Thanksgiving 2010! Let’s not make this a tradition baby Taylor!







