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A Life Flashes Before My Eyes

December 31, 2003 Leave a comment

We have been extremely lucky over the years. We are blessed. We have never had to rush one of the boys to the emergency room. That is until now. The last three days have been kind of a blur for me and Rhonda.

On Sunday some friends of our from college came to visit with their kids. We all had a great time: Trey entertaining their oldest son and Noah entertaining their youngest, who are both 4 years old. They were running and rough-housing like boys will do. Everything seemed normal. About 10:00 pm, we noticed that Noah was wheezing a bit. We put them in bed and Rhonda rubbed some Vicks on his chest and gave him some Robitussin. It sounded similar to other times that he was congested. We all went to bed finally but Cindee (our friend) was awakened by Noah crying. She went in the bedroom and brought him to our room. He was having a lot of trouble breathing which, naturally, scared him and that was exacerbating the problem. Rhonda and I laid there a minute or two trying to evaluate the situation. We quickly decided that he should go to the ER.

It is not as easy as it might seem to go to the ER. There is no hospital in Forney. So we either go to Terrell or Mesquite both of which are 11 miles away(or I guess Dallas is an option, too.) We chose Terrell because it is that hospital that our family doctor is affiliated with. There are people in this town, I will call them “Hospital Snobs”, that cringe when you mention that someone is in the Terrell hospital. We have had good to excellent care in Terrell and a small hospital has its advantages. All of the staff that dealt with Noah quickly fell in love with him.

noah in bed

The ER doctor took one look at Noah and immediately sprang into action. They quickly called the respiratory therapist (RT) who came over to assist. Noah had been so unable to breathe that his oxygen level was only 54. It should be 98-100. His was cyanotic (his tongue was blue). The RT had this look of grave concern on her face as she held the tube of oxygen under Noah’s nose. He was listless. She looked at the doctor and slowly shook her head. They have him a two breathing treatments and finally put one of those oxygen breathing nose thingys on him. He didn’t like that – it irritated his nose – but his O2 level was rising. They gave him another breathing treatment and he was slowly responding. Rhonda and I got about one hour’s sleep that night. We spent three hours in the ER and then they admitted him to a room. He has been there since having to put up with various contraptions to aid his breathing. He has had various masks and even a ventilation tent. He has been a real trooper and not complained too much about all of this. We found out Tuesday morning that the doctor wanted him to stay another night because it is those hours when relapses can occur. He wanted to check out his heart because Noah was having to work so hard just to breathe. When he inhaled he would suck his whole chest in and his little diaphram would just be working so hard.

The diagnosis was croup. The ER doctor told one the RTs that it is the worse case that he had seen in a long time. Noah was categorized critical at some point during this whole ordeal. As I looked at his very tired, listless body there in the ER his life flashed before my eyes. While I am trying to not be overly dramatic that really did happen. It was more like a rush of feelings. My little boy was in trouble and I could do nothing about it. I know that many of you have been in situations like this and you never really understand until it happens to you.

I am convinced that everything happens for a reason. I truly think it was a God thing. I think it was no accident that Mark and Cindee were in the room adjacent to Noah that night. Rhonda and I would not have heard him and Dayna sleeps very soundly and probably would not have heard him either. I don’t know what would have happened if we had not have acted when we did. I just know that it seemed to be a very close call that kind of shook us all up. But now, I sit here and think again about how blessed we are. Noah is back at home after three nights in the hospital. He is acting normal again – if not more hyper. We are giving him breathing treatments every six hours. I am glad this episode is over. Now maybe we can all get some sleep.

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It’s All About the Christ Child

December 25, 2003 Leave a comment

I was sitting here today staring off into the Christmas tree and contemplating the birth of Jesus. I thought about the star, Mary, Joseph, and the humble manger that Jesus rested in. I thought about the great miracle that God performed. I thought about Mary. And then I wondered about Joseph. The following came from that:


Donny: Hello Joe, how’s it going with you?

Joseph: I am fine. Please call me Joseph.

Donny: Okay. I am sorry. So your story is quite amazing.

Joseph: Well, it’s all about the Christ child. But, yes, it is amazing. Mary and I have been blessed beyond measure. What a trip it was!

Donny: I cannot imagine how it must have been to realize that Mary was pregnant with God’s son.

Joseph: It was difficult at first. I didn’t know what to do and thought that I was going to have to make a very hard decision. But then the angel appeared and changed my life. I mean to say, it certainly turned my head.

Donny: How could you deal with all of that?

Joseph: It wasn’t hard to trust God with the fact that Mary was pregnant. The hardest thing was coming to terms with my abilities to raise a king… the very son of God, no less. I was just a simple carpenter. What did I know about divine fathering?

Donny: You must have done a good job. God must have been pleased.

Joseph: Well, Jesus was a great boy. He was perfect, you know. He knew no sin. So I guess in the greater picture it wasn’t that hard. There was the time when Mary and I lost him. We could not find him anywhere. That was a mixed bag of emotions. On the one hand, we knew that he was God’s son. You can’t have a better protector than God. But, on the other hand, God gave him to us to raise and we did not take that lightly. We did finally find him preaching in the temple. Can you believe that? A twelve-year-old boy preaching in the temple. It made us proud. We did have good times together. Much like any other father and son.

Donny: How much of God’s plan did you know about?

Joseph: Well, anyone who loved God knew the prophecy. We both knew what his destiny was. I mean, the whole reason he came to us was to be among us. It’s kind of funny, you know? The King of Kings born into a very simple family in a very simple way. He had the most humble of births but had the highest purpose anyone could ever have. To save the world.

Donny: It must have been hard to let him go?

Joseph: Well, naturally, Mary took it real hard. Even though he would return in three days it was hard to let him go. Just seeing him up on that cross was agony. But in the end we were only separated from him for a short time. So that worked out great.

Donny: It’s a great story and you, my friend, are a great guy. You were, no doubt about it, a great father. Thanks for taking time for this.

Joseph: My pleasure.


Joseph inspires me in many ways. He loved Mary unconditionally, trusted God totally, and gave of himself in a way that no other father can imagine. I think of all of the pressures that come with parenting; how much more did he likely have? But God would not have it any other way. His plan was perfect. My Christmas wish and prayer for all of you is that this year the real reason for Christmas did not get pushed aside in all of the hustle and bustle that this holiday has become. Because Joseph was absolutely right. It is about the Christ child. It was then and it is now. The wise men sought Him then and wise men still seek Him.

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Where did I put that “spirit”?

December 3, 2003 Leave a comment

It seems that the Christmas season is upon us again. Are we cheerful yet? I just can’t seem to get in the “spirit” this year. I feel pressure to put up the lights outside not because I want to do it necessarily, but because lights are going up all around the neighborhood and it looks like we do not have Christmas “spirit”. So we are listening to Christmas music thinking that somehow the afore mentioned “spirit” will somehow seep in. I guess that is as good a way as any. I think if it snowed that might help. But with the temperatures hovering in the 60s that does not seem possible. I thought that maybe if we sprinkled soap flakes off the front of our house we might think it was snowing. It didn’t work. It just made the sidewalk slippery albeit somewhat cleaner. We did get our Christmas tree up. It is sitting there with this gold translucent ribbon draped around it. But, alas, that is all…no ornaments. We didn’t even have enough “spirit” to get that done. Someone turn on the Christmas music. Or give me a glass of wassail. We need a boost. A big Christmas boost.

So we decide it is time to do the annual Christmas letter to include in the Christmas cards. That is hard for us. It just affirms how boring our lives in the Dorsey household are. What did we do this year? Well, not much. Do people really want to read about what we didn’t do this year? Maybe that is how it should be written. We didn’t go to Australia to snorkel or Switzerland to ski. Then, at least, it would not be so difficult to write. There were a lot of things we didn’t do. Why do we write it then? Because we presume that everyone wants to know what is going on with us. That may be true for a few but I bet some of you out there are probably thinking, “Another Christmas letter? Here, ma, more lining for the bird cage.” It is awfully presumptuous of us to assume that people would want to read that stuff. But it is part of Christmas for us. I just hope we can find enough “spirit” to get it done and out the door. Maybe we had some left over from last Christmas. Let’s see…maybe in the hall closet!

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