A few weeks ago when we went to the cardiologist, we had to accept the reality that Handsome’s blood pressure and tachycardia do not appear to be improving on their own. We learned that we will need to start him on a beta blocker to reduce the blood pressure and heart rate. This was an intimidating thought because, well, because Handsome has autism.
The autism, severe reflux, plus his mega-strength at resisting anything that he deems unworthy make it near impossible to give him medicine. He will almost immediately begin gagging, and that is usually followed by some exorcist level of demonic vomit.
So, when the cardiologist handed me a prescription for a liquid beta blocker, I knew that this sort of thing was going to be much bigger than anything I could ever hope to accomplish on my own. I immediately began praying.
At first my prayers were just very shallow, “Dear Lord, please help me somehow get this medicine into him.”
After a day or two, I came across something that really made me think about how I was praying about this. I was reading “The Circle Maker” by Mark Batterson, and he said something that really struck me.
The more faith you have, the more specific your prayers will be. And the more specific your prayers are, the more glory God receives. …. If our prayers aren’t specific, however, God gets robbed of the glory He deserves because we second-guess whether or not He actually answered them. We never know if the answers were the result of specific prayer or general coincidences that would have happened anyway.
So I decided to make a very specific prayer request. Daily from then on, I prayed very specifically that God would supernaturally allow Handsome to receive his medication without vomiting, that he would just open his mouth and receive his medication. I took it a step further, and asked God that if this medication was within His will, and that the medication would benefit my child, to please give us this, to please just give us a hope.
Per the instructions of our cardiologist, I did not fill the medication until after Handsome’s planned dental procedure. The dental appointment was in the books since December, but it required the pediatrician, cardiologist, and neurologist all to give written clearance within one week prior to sedated dental work. The dental procedure had to be done at the hospital in an OR. The cardiologist did not want us to start Handsome on beta blockers and have that impact anesthesia.
So after the dental appointment and a day of recovery, I took the script to our local Publix to have it filled. It had to be sent off for compounding and shipped to us. We received it on Friday.
Before attempting to give it to Handsome, I said a quick prayer. No luck, he gagged and spit it all out. It got everywhere. I had to change both layers of my shirts, my pants, my socks, had to wipe the countertop, cabinet fronts, floor, and a little kitchen mat. Somehow he managed to walk away unscathed. Next, we tried to disguise it in a cup of orange juice, but he just refused to drink it.
Saturday was much of the same. I offered to give him the tablet if he would take the medicine, and he was open to the suggestion. But he gagged and spit most of the medicine out. Again, decorating me, the kitchen counter, and floor.
By Sunday morning, I had decided that if there was no chance of getting the medicine into him today, then I would begin a week long fast. Once again I offered him the tablet in exchange for taking the medication. Lo and behold, he took every single bit of it. And swallowed it all. And even though he gagged on it, he kept it and all of his stomach contents down.
HALLELUJAH! That was all God. There is not even a hint of doubt. It was ALL GOD!!!
The next prayers are for continued success, and then of course for the medication to actually bring some improvement.
God is good, all the time. All the time, God is good.