Distance and Gran's heartache

Thanks to all who commented on my Wordless Wednesday post yesterday.  The little boy on the wardrobe in that picture (Joel) is our fourth grandchild, brother to seven-month-old Abby. Joel is the oldest child of our younger son, Angus and daughter-in-law, Amanda.
 

Abby, on being admitted to hospital on Tuesday

Abby washing down the oral medication with her evening meal

At the moment  both Joel and Abby are in hospital in Bloemfontein. They both have bronchial pneumonia; on Wednesday morning, Abby seems to have rallied and is on the mend, 

 On Wednesday morning, Abby seemed to have bounced back to her joyful self

Little Joel on Tuesday evening after the first medication had been administered by drip

 

He had a restless night, the effects of which were visible in those droopy eyes the next morning 

Joel, sleeping after physio yesterday afternoon

but poor little Joel still has a raging fever and not at all well. Antibiotics  are being administered through a drip which is inserted into his hand. Poor little mite. Angus and Amanda spent the last two nights sleeping sitting up on Lazy Boys in the private ward. Amanda's parents and sister join them throughout the day to offer up prayers and provide a support for all.

Of course, Grant and I are worried about the little ones, but living so far away, all we can do (and are doing) is to lift the children up to the Lord for complete healing. 

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.  
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth. 
 Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate. Psalm 127 3-5

Blessings

Jo