It's taken me several days to steady myself and put in writing what happened last Friday.
My daughter N (will be 4 on Friday) went to bed on Friday night with a bit of a cough, nothing to worry about; an hour or so later we heard a strange noise and found her in bed, writhing in a blind panic as she'd woken up almost completely unable to breathe. She fought hard, we called an ambulance and were taken to hospital.
While waiting for the ambulance with a wheezing, sweaty N in my arms I had the opportunity to write a message on Facebook, just asking friends all over the world to pray NOW... and they started praying.
It wasn't long before a paramedic arrived, administered an initial dose of medicine (he knew straight away it was a severe case of croup), and then we went to hospital.
Literally from the moment I posted that message I saw N improve - it was incredible to watch. By the time the paramedic handed us over to a nurse at A&E, N was pretty much herself again. The paramedic told the nurse: this was a severe case of croup. The nurse looked down at N and back at him, and he just shrugged and said, yeah she doesn't look it does she!
By the time we were seen by a doctor a few minutes later, N wasn't even wheezing any more, just back to a slight cough. The doctor examined her, gave the all clear, and sent us home - just like that, no further medication or anything! I'm so grateful and I know that I saw God at work that night.
Later I felt a bit silly and wondered if I'd overreacted because croup is so common, but a retired paediatrician at my church on Sunday told me he'd lost kids to croup before. That was like a punch in the gut... this really was serious, and people prayed, and God responded.
I'm so grateful.
My daughter N (will be 4 on Friday) went to bed on Friday night with a bit of a cough, nothing to worry about; an hour or so later we heard a strange noise and found her in bed, writhing in a blind panic as she'd woken up almost completely unable to breathe. She fought hard, we called an ambulance and were taken to hospital.
While waiting for the ambulance with a wheezing, sweaty N in my arms I had the opportunity to write a message on Facebook, just asking friends all over the world to pray NOW... and they started praying.
It wasn't long before a paramedic arrived, administered an initial dose of medicine (he knew straight away it was a severe case of croup), and then we went to hospital.
Literally from the moment I posted that message I saw N improve - it was incredible to watch. By the time the paramedic handed us over to a nurse at A&E, N was pretty much herself again. The paramedic told the nurse: this was a severe case of croup. The nurse looked down at N and back at him, and he just shrugged and said, yeah she doesn't look it does she!
By the time we were seen by a doctor a few minutes later, N wasn't even wheezing any more, just back to a slight cough. The doctor examined her, gave the all clear, and sent us home - just like that, no further medication or anything! I'm so grateful and I know that I saw God at work that night.
Later I felt a bit silly and wondered if I'd overreacted because croup is so common, but a retired paediatrician at my church on Sunday told me he'd lost kids to croup before. That was like a punch in the gut... this really was serious, and people prayed, and God responded.
I'm so grateful.
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