I know religion is one of those things you aren’t supposed to talk with people about, but I am the only one talking here so I guess that makes it okay. This post really could go on and on so I will try and keep it concise.
Today I was at the hospital with my son again for an MRI so that hopefully we can figure out why he is having seizures. If you are not aware, you must remain perfectly still for an MRI which is naturally a piece of cake for an almost four year old with the attention span of…squirrel.
In order to facilitate said MRI the nurse needed to give my son some medication to put him to sleep. As he is inclined to do with medicine on occasion, he immediately proceeded to spit it out all over his shirt. Of the 12ml he was supposed to get, I would guess that at the absolute most he got two.
The nurses were too afraid to give him more but assured me that he definitely got enough. They even told the radiology nurses that he had taken most of it. I have an orange stained shirt to prove otherwise, but whatever, maybe he got enough.
They tell you to expect the medicine to take 20-40 minutes to take effect, and just like the previous visit, at about 25 minutes he started to fall asleep, though this time that included a large amount of screaming, not a good sign. He did doze off eventually, and was totally gone in about 5 minutes. To make a long story short, we called the nurse, and they said it would be 20-30 minutes because the machine was in use.
I really hoped he would stay asleep, which he did. Until they showed up to take him. While trying to move him to their rolling bed he woke right up and it didn’t look like he had any intention of going back to sleep. He put his hands behind his head and was looking around at everybody and everything.
We quickly pushed him back into the darkened room where I turned off all the lights and hoped beyond reason that he would actually fall asleep. I had a few moments with just my son and after worrying about him sleeping for a few minutes, I knew what I had to do: Pray.
So you know where I am coming from, I’m a Mormon. That means that prayer is a really important part of my life.
So I reached over and held onto my son and said a little prayer asking Heavenly Father to please help him fall asleep and stay asleep through the MRI because we really needed to get it done, and we really did not have time to wait for another appointment. I opened my eyes, and he was still wide awake doing everything he could to challenge my faith, but I knew that he would fall asleep so we could get this done.
I texted my wife and told her and my youngest daughter who was at home to pray that he would go back to sleep. I even posted on Twitter, and got a few responses which is amazing.
I’m not really sure how long I waited, but when the nurse came in to check on us he was once again sound asleep. To which she responded it would be about 15-20 minutes because the machine was being used again, I kid you not. But this time I wasn’t worried because I had faith that he would stay asleep and we would get this done.
Sure enough he stayed asleep and they brought him back to the room still totally out. Now I realize it would be easy to say that the medicine just finally kicked in and that is why he fell asleep, and maybe that is exactly what happened.
But after watching him sleep with a full dose of medicine with a much less noisy procedure, and seeing how he responded with maybe 15% of a dose, I don’t know of any other way he could have slept through it than without the help of a loving Heavenly Father, and the faith of his family.
You don’t have to agree with me or believe me, but that is what is awesome about faith: it can be different for all of us. Maybe you have faith in God, or in other people, or maybe even just in yourself, but faith is what gets us to do amazing things precisely when no one else believes it can be done.
When you are willing to look beyond the obvious and believe in something that is true but cannot be seen, then you have faith. That is exactly what I experienced today, and that is why I am grateful for my faith.