I slept at the hotel for a few hours. I don’t recall the exact details, but I was back at the hospital shortly after 8. My physical body was a train wreck, but by brain was on overload. Genuine sleep and rest would come eventually, but the adrenaline was in full force and it would stay that way until more concrete answers were known. We were still in the thick of the fire.
When I arrived at the hospital, Dylan was still in the awful ER room and there wasn’t really any knew news. Dylan had COVID, but had no fever or cold and cough symptoms. He had suffered a Gran Mal seizure and a milder one at the hotel. Beyond that, nothing was really known.
I tagged in and Rob tagged out. He would head back to the hotel and attempt to get some sleep.
Sitting beside him, I pulled out my phone and starting texting close friends and family for prayer - it was after 9 in Oklahoma, but that meant it was only after 7 in California. It was literally all I could do - ask people to pray.
Through the years, while I pray for situations in their entirety, I’ve learned to get specific, especially when the flames are blazing. The ER doc had come in and said they were waiting for a room, but it would probably be mid-day before one was available - staff was slim, as it was a holiday weekend, so the prep of a room, discharge of other patients and even transport to the regular room would take significantly longer. Nope, that wasn’t gonna work. Dylan needed out of this room - I needed out of this room. So I asked people to pray that God would get us out of that room and into a regular room - FAST. Just before 10, the ER doc returned, literally scratching his head, mumbling through his words and said, “So they’ll be in around 10 or so to move him to a regular room. Not sure what happened, but there’s a room. Someone to transport him will be by pretty quick.”
I wasn’t shocked. God was showing up, like he ALWAYS does.
The next few hours were a flurry of activity as they moved him to a regular room and communication with his day nurse began. Dylan was far more comfortable. No, there wasn’t much known about his medical status, but baby steps were occurring.
I knew we would remain on our hands and knees for sometime to come, but this single answer to prayer gave strength as this health crisis roared.