G is teething right now - as in, three teeth are coming in at the same time. Last night he had a very high temperature and was extremely uncomfortable, crying out in pain every 1/2 hour.
This from a little boy who never really truly cries unless something is horribly wrong - I hear it maybe every one-two weeks (or for an hour on the plane out to Chicago when overtired because he couldn't sleep in the new conditions- fun times).
At midnight I went to bed, asking Lance to come home immediately to take over, as I was exhausted. He kindly did so, but was unable to administer a priesthood blessing for the healing of the sick, as G would not hold his head still.
At 1:00 a.m., Lance asked me to take over again. I happily did so, but after calming G, I brought his head within reach of Lance's hands and Lance uttered the sacred words of both the anointing and consecration blessings. I can't remember the words uttered, but I remember it being beautiful and G looking up at me serenely, holding still and somehow understanding that something was happening.
I noticed in withdrawing G from Lance's hands that he was not quite so hot. I then put him down, expecting him to cry out again in a few minutes.
Next thing I knew, it was 7:30 a.m., and I was blinking at the sunlight that entered our bedroom. Immediately, I warm feeling of gratitude and awe swept over me - gratitude for the power of the priesthood in our home, Lance for being worthy to exercise it, a sweet baby boy who was seemingly instantly healed of his fever and pain by its power, and for six precious hours of sleep.