The year 2022, a year I’ll never forget. We started out our year on our 3rd round of fertility treatments. We knew we were supposed to have another girl join our family, and this was the route it had to happen. I traveled to and from Idaho Falls more than I can count. Multiple doctors appointments and meds. It tested us financially and we were about to start more invasive treatments when we got pregnant. It truly was an answer to our prayers.
Overall the pregnancy has been great. I dealt with morning sickness most of the pregnancy. By the end of the year, Lane dealt with a lot of sickness.
As I look back at pictures, because I’m horrible at journaling. I think this may have all started in September. We had gone to my sister’s house and Lane just didn’t feel good. He had been on an antibiotic for strep and wasn’t getting better. We came home and he felt better. About a month or so later, he woke up with a swollen eye, which we thought was odd. I was going to the eye doctor that day anyway, because Ben accidentally shot me in the eye with a nerf gun, so I wanted to make sure everything was okay. It hurt really bad. So I decided to have the optometrist look at Lane as well. She did, and said it may just be allergies so we treated him with Zyrtec and it went away. He would be fine one day and not the next. He randomly ran a fever, which was so odd to us. Our girls never run fevers. His eye swelled up again, so we took him to the doctor. He thought that he had cellulitis in his eye, so we treated him with antibiotics.
At Thanksgiving he fell off the elliptical and had a huge bruise on his forehead and legs, and seemed to be walking funny. We thought it was all from his fall. He was done with his antibiotics, but his eye got swollen again so we took him into the ER on our way home from Thanksgiving. They put him on another antibiotic.
At this point he was so sick of nasty meds, that it was so hard to get him to take it, but he did. He started to complain when he walked. I feel really bad. I would say I couldn’t carry him up the stairs for naps, so he would just hold my hand. He had to have been in so much pain, but we didn’t know why at that point. He continues to run fevers on and off. No other real symptoms. My parents had come into town for some doctors visits. Lane was fine in the morning, but by 9:30 he was running a fever and not feeling good. I put him down for his nap around 11, when he woke up he was running a fever of 105. So I rushed him into his doctor. We are so grateful for Dr. Morgan and his staff.
He was so sick of any meds at this point, that he wouldn’t take Tylenol or ibuprofen to lower his temp. So we got some blood work done and waited for Ben to run home to get the chewable ibuprofen that he occasionally would take. He was burning up. As we waited, Lane just layed on me, both of us very uncomfortable. My belly at this point was getting in the way! I’ll never forget the look on our doctor’s face when he walked in. I knew something was wrong. Did I ever imagine Cancer. Not in a million years. Did I feel scared at this point, no. I felt peace. As hard as it was to see your child not feel good, we found something that was causing it…maybe for months.
I’ve learned that it is okay to divide and conquer. As hard as it is to leave the side of your sick child, I have always known that he is so well taken care of by Ben. I’ve also learned that Heavenly Father has a plan and his timing is perfect. If we would have gotten pregnant earlier than we did, I would most likely not have been able to be with Lane and Ben for that first week through his diagnosis and treatment, because I would have been recovering from a C-section and taking care of a newborn. Is it still going to be challenging? Yes, but I know that through our Savior he is giving me strength to do all I need to.
