What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Friday, February 16, 2007

One more thing....

of the not-so-FUN nature...

Oh joy.

Everyone has heard about the Peter Pan peanut butter recall, right? Well...we just happened to own one of those contaminated jars-nearly half gone.

My Panda has had some pretty terrible problems "down below" for a few weeks now and I have been wracking my brains to figure out the cause. At first I suspected it was still leftover 'flu', but it is STILL hanging on. I also weaned Andrew around that time and started diluting cows milk for him to drink in my stead. You aren't TECHNICALLY supposed to give cows milk to babies under a year, and Andrew is 10 months. So then I thought it might have been a reaction to the milk.

Now I wonder if it may have been Peter Pan all along. In fact, it may not have been the flu here after all...Matt and Corynn might have all consumed the Peanut Butter! It is a bit odd that I never got sick...but I never did eat any of that Peanut Butter.

Anyway-before our trip I am going to take stool samples to the hospital to confirm the presence of salmonella. They said I would be fine to leave for the weekend but now I am terribly afraid for my little guy. Salmonella must be treated, and from what I understand, it can get WORSE...I am kindof a basketcase.

If Andrew has been so sick for weeks now-I shouldn't be that concerned about a few days...but on the other hand-his counts could be so high that he could be in great danger.

If you feel compelled please pray for my Panda and his safety during this weekend as we await the results.

As with many possible conditions, one always looks to the worst possible scenario and I am SURE I am overreacting. But times like this, when there is 'possibility' of something harmful, always open my eyes wide to the possibility of my child being taken from me. As much as I like to believe it, I am not immune to anguish...it can happen unexpectedly and at any moment. So, as trivial as it seems, my hearts still cries out "Lord, protect my son!"
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