When our daughter was about 10 she started running a low fever, it was early spring and she, her brother, and some friends had decided to go into the river after church on Sunday so when she woke up Monday morning with a low fever I kept her home from school thinking she needed to rest. By Thursday after on again off again fever I made a Dr.’s appointment and by the time we arrived that morning her eye had started to swell just a little and was starting to get a little red. She did not have a cold or flu but the Nurse Practitioner was concerned with the eye being the problem and had the Dr. look. The conclusion it may or may not be the start of orbital cellulitis, (nurse thought it was, Dr did not).
All night Thursday night Victoria’s eye swelled more and was so red it looked as if it would burst and it hurt so bad. I called the nurse first thing Friday morning, she said I could come in but would most likely be sent straight to ER so off to the hospital we go. Now anyone from a small town knows you don’t take a real emergency to your local hospital so we take our daughter to the hospital an hour away that has great recommendations. Unfortunately, they do not admit anyone under 13 but decide to do a CT scan to make sure the infection was not behind her eye (this could cause infection to the brain).
Well as if the eye infection wasn’t concern to panic enough, Victoria had an allergic reaction to the contrast dye and immediately she is receiving shots, oxygen and more things than I could keep up with. Thankfully they got it under control and she was stable enough to be transported to the children’s hospital.
I had never heard of Orbital cellulitis before but apparently, it is pretty common among children and is usually gone after a stay in the hospital with lots of antibiotics being pumped into you. So Monday evening we go home. Wednesday Victoria wakes up with her eye swollen again and back to Scottish Rite we go…..For two more weeks!
This, of course, was not normal and had the Dr’s baffled. After a week and a half, we decided the only thing to do was surgery. This was a risk. As the Dr. explained to me the slightest prick could send the infection to the brain but antibiotics alone were not working. We decided Saturday evening and surgery was scheduled for 6:00 AM Sunday morning. After my husband left Saturday and I was alone with Victoria I told her that we had decided to go ahead with the surgery. We were in the second week of our second stay in the hospital and we had no insurance.
Her response shook me to my core, broke my heart and made me even more confused and worried about my decision. Her response, “You don’t believe do you?” Me, “Believe what?”, “Believe that Jesus can heal me.” “You don’t believe so you are making me have this surgery.”
BAM!! Right between the eyes.
Needless to say I spent all night, yes literally all night praying! I begged God to heal her. “Just let me go look and her eye be better and I’ll stop the surgery.” Look, the eye is still bad. You see, my problem was that we were pastors. We taught that Jesus heals. Have faith and He will take care of you. I hated when people would say God is using the Dr.s and now here I was using the Dr.s and it seemed they couldn’t really help yet I was going to allow them to try a procedure that could cause extreme damage to our baby girls brain if the slightest prick occurred.
I want to tell you about 2 dreams our daughter had Tuesday night before being admitted back into the hospital Wednesday morning. 1) She said that demons were trying to get her and when they could they would grab her and toss her around the kitchen where my husband and I were standing and talking and we were going about like nothing was happening. The interpretation: We need to stop being so complacent and realize we are in a war for our daughter and it was time to get busy praying and fasting. 2) Victoria, one of her brothers and I were around back on a wall in our yard and there was a mama bear and around 6 cubs. We were sitting on the steps as the mama bear came I tried to block the wall so she couldn’t get to my kids then out of know where 2 leopards came up and stopped me from blocking the wall because one was attacking me and the other was guarding in case someone came to help me. then a wolf came and I pend the leopard down to the ground with my hands around his neck. Two wolves came, one attached while the other stood to watch as the leopards did. I pend the 1 wolf down like the leopard while still holding the leopard. then I asked the kids to help & they told each other to, finally Victoria came over to help & then we were up on our driveway. I still had the animals pend down and Victoria walked over to me and the wolf that was free attacked her with the front paws on her face and she woke up.
Stay with me, this is important! To those who are spiritual Christians and can discern. During my night of crying out to the Lord, I remembered Victoria’s dreams. I wrote them out and studied them (too much detail to get into here) and prayed about the dreams. I felt since I was the one in the dream protecting them God was saying it’s up to me. I am the one protecting Victoria right now. How will I take care of her? (I honestly had the feeling that if she went through with the surgery something would go wrong.)
Through the hours of crying and praying and reading scripture, I finally told the Lord, “Ok, You win, I will allow You to heal Victoria so Father please don’t let us down.” I walked out of her room at 5:00 AM and told the nurse to get ahold of the Dr., I wanted to cancel the surgery and even told her I was going to allow God to heal her.
Disclaimer: This was something I had to walk through and a decision I had to make. Please DO NOT make your decisions based on my experience. This is only a testimony of how God worked for us.
Talk about people being mad! I had nurses & Dr.s talking to me (now anyone who knows me knows I am not a confrontational person but part of this faith walk was just that, I had to stand my ground and stick to my decision no matter the opposition.) Finally I had the head Dr. come back after sending all the experts in to talk to me and tell me he would allow us to take her home with more strong antibiotics but I would have to have her back at the specialist office the following week and if her eye wasn’t looking any better he would get a court order for surgery.
A couple days later we go home. A couple more days later we go to the specialist for him to check Victoria’s eye and his words were, “I can’t believe how good her eye is, I was sure I would be getting a court order for surgery. She is released and I’m glad it worked out for her.” Her eye was healed and the faith of our family and many church members grew during this process.
This experience and the dreams that Victoria had, reaffirmed that we are in a battle and we have to fight for our children daily. Just writing this and remembering the dreams makes me realize how lax I have become again in my prayer life and in listening to the Lord as He gives me discernment. My advice, wake up and fight for your children, we are living in troubled times and the enemy walks about seeking whom he may devour.
Yes, we have to fight for our children!!
Train up a child in the way they should go.