The first few hours

I have to really stop and think about the first few hours we were at the hospital that night in November.  So much has happend in the past months, and it all just seems like a blurr.

Usually I have my cell phone off at night, so I'm actually not really sure how I got the call at 11:30pm from his doctor.  All I can say is that God was definitely looking after him that night and knew he needed to get to the hospital ASAP.

I remember stumbling through the darkness trying to get ready to go to the hospital; making phone calls to my parents and his dad; getting Bradley up to tell him we needed to go to the hospital; but honestly I can't remember how I was feeling. 

Probably scared, anxious, shock...I don't think I quite knew how to feel or what to think. I had never had to deal with my kids being this sick, so I think I was just going through the motions at that point to get him the help that he needed.

Bradley was very sick, so he was quite lethargic and quiet.  I remember telling him that everything was going to be ok.  I told him the doctor had called saying something was wrong with his kidneys, and they needed to check him out at the hospital.  I also told him Nanny and Pa and his Dad were on their way, so that actually made him smile. (Pa is my dad, Bradley's grandpa and kidney donor)

I remember walking into the ER with Bradley.  Going up to the admissions desk and telling the lady behind the desk that the doctor wanted him to come in because he was in kidney failure.

She immediately went to get the nurse, and they hustled him right back into a room.  Now, I 'm sure you all have been to the ER where you have sat for hours and hours??  Well that's what I was always used to whenever we had to go to the ER.  This immediate attention was a shock to me, and this sense of urgency made me very nervous and scared. 

However, I hid these emotions from Bradley and just sat with him in that room full of doctors and nurses holding his hand, praying, and hoping for the best...