The visitation

"Do we need to come take the hospital tour? As we were here a little less then 2 years ago to give birth to our son?" was one of the questions we asked at our last pre-natal check up. The Doctor was confident that we didn't need to repeat this hospital tour, after all since the SARS outbreak the tour is a virtual tour done via video.
But a tour we did get, an up close and personal tour. One of the labour and delivery room, one of being monitored and made to be on my back for close to 10 hours, and one of being admitted to the hospital for two days. No panic, the babies are doing great and are still in utero. Thank you God!!!
I caught the "Norwalk virus" (not sure if that is the correct spelling or not) but it is a nasty gastro-intestinal virus. I started symptoms at 12:00 am on the Sunday to Monday overnight, by 3 am I knew we needed to go into the hospital, things were not looking good.
By early afternoon they decided to admit me to the hospital as I was still having symptoms and dehydrated even though on was on I.V. liquids. Due to being contagious I was placed in a isolation room (a private room, with doors closed, and every one that come in had to be gown, masked, and gloved). I was not allowed to go out of my room for any reason. The room did have it's own bathroom and shower which proved handy.
The experience I was not a pleasant one, with a fair amount of tears, but God was faithful, comforting and my companion through it all. Sometimes it didn't feel like it, but other times I would feel Him taking me in his Fatherly arms, rocking me, and gently telling me that all would be well. He wiped away a lot of tears and brought comfort to my aching mothers heart. I was not able to see Jacob for all the days I was admitted.
Then as I was crying out of shear frustration and telling Him I just could not handle it anymore. He calmed me and said just wait it will be OK, it will pass. A few minutes later the nurse came in and told me I was free. It was a huge surprise as I was only expecting to get out late that evening or the next morning. He truly does not allow more then you can handle. As I was leaving my room, the pastoral care worker arrived to offer me Holy Communion. It was such an emotional moment, as I received my Lord at such at time of gratitude.
I am now home, and realize how weak I am. I need to concentrate on gaining my strenght and drinking lots and lots of water.
Thank you for all your prayers for me and our family.
and a special thank you to those who took care of our son, especially on short notice (in the middle of the night) and to my in-laws who rearranged their whole week so that Jacob would have consistency in these days. Thank you form the bottom of my heart.