After traveling to the coast, we returned back to our home in the altitude (10,100 feet) on Sunday evening.
Our 2 year old had been congested for the past few days, but nothing abnormal. When we parked the truck in our driveway, the boys got out and immediately started running around. After 2 minutes, our 2 year said his head hurt as he screamed and cried.
We picked him up and he was turning blue. We ran in the house to get the oxygen tank, praying every step of the way. The tank was almost empty, but there was enough for about 1 minute, which allowed him to come to and he was not blue any more.
We kept praying and we saw God answer those prayers and he started to get better. He was still pretty pale, but he was at least responsive and breathing good again.
As we took him to the ER, we started out to look for a taxi. You have to understand that on a Sunday afternoon, there are usually NO taxis. We have waited quite a while to find one in the past.
As we walked out the door and down the steps to the road, we prayed that God would quickly send us a taxi. As soon as we got to the road, there was a taxi there! Praise the Lord!
After seeing the doctor, he was already feeling much better. It seemed like it was just a reaction to the altitude, made worse by already being congested and overly tired.
As we left the hospital, we once again prayed that God would quickly send us a taxi, as it was cold and dark, and the taxis never seem to pass by the hospital. As soon as I prayed, God sent us another taxi!
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