Mother's Day and Pneumonia

I've noticed Max has this face, every once in a while, when his tongue is sticking out just a bit between his lips.  He's usually staring at something or perhaps, just thinking about something.  I caught this picture during Easter while he was out and about looking for Easter eggs.  I had to take a shot.

I don't notice it as much anymore, however when I see it I think it's the cutest thing ever!  If he's still doing that when he's a bit older will I still think it's cute?

Max is doing really well!  He's at that stage where he's getting into everything and is very strong-willed when it comes to what he wants.  I might say he's my  most strong-willed kid I've had, but I might also say that about any of my kids in the middle of this stage of childhood!  He's very athletic, too!  He's very coordinated with a ball and just gets excited every time he sees one.  He throws everything - balls, spoons, cars, trains, etc...  Watch out!  Right now, he's throwing a balloon at me and it lands on my keyboard.  I hit it back into his direction and he's chuckling.  He does it again... sigh...

He was in the hospital for pneumonia during Mother's Day weekend.

He sort of had a leftover cough from a previous cold.  I thought it was getting better but all of a sudden he started to have that forced cough sound and then wheezing the next day (Saturday).  I called our doctor and she said to be safe, take him to the ER. I thought we'd spend a few hours there, but it turned out to be three days!  The x-rays revealed it mostly in his left lung.  He was in a good mood considering, however that evening he started his temperature and his worse labored breathing - so sad to watch your baby suffer.  Thank goodness, the antibiotics started to make him better.  Slowly, but surely.  I really had to practice patience to watch every bit of progress he made in three days.  I wanted it to be immediately!

God is really good.  My children all came by the hospital to visit their little brother - they all love him very much.  They also came by with Mother's Day gifts made in school and little treats!  As I sat in the hospital that day, I smiled at the thought of my time in the hospital being a mother to my baby.  I truly didn't want to be any where else but by Max's side as he got better.  I was being a mother, what better way to celebrate?

I think it's remarkable how you could see the turning point when someone gets better.  All of a sudden, just feeling Max in my arms, you could feel him get better.  His body temperature changed, his playfulness and curiosity returned and he slept peacefully without his fever returning.  By Tuesday morning, we were released.  Thank you Lord for this blessing of being back to good health.  I also thank God for giving me the sense to bring his blanky and binky with me to the hospital!  I am also thankful for God making it possible that my husband was around that weekend and my in-laws around to help out before they left for vacation that week!