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Jun. 8, 2009
Going back to the hospital again
I planned to sit down and write a HAPPY post this evening. I was going to write about Noah playing in the wading pool, moving to a toddler bed, and enjoying David's birthday yesterday. I was going to tell you how, when I hugged him and called him a "sweet baby," he glared at me and said, "I not baby more." :-)
I'm not happy anymore, though. I'm off to the hospital with Noah again, and I don't want to go. Noah's central line insertion site is angry red, inflamed, hot, and swollen. We were told to come on in and plan to stay. I'm tired and I wanted to get into bed early tonight, watch a movie with Jeff, and get a good night's sleep.
You all know the score by now. I'm not happy, and I think happiness is unrealistic for me right now. I am, however, clinging to joy by the skin of my teeth. I've barely clutched peace and I'm pulling it over me like a blanket to hide under. I've grabbed hold of the knowledge of my son's Creator and don't plan on letting go.
Please pray for us. I'll update when I know more. There is the slimmest of chances that the ER docs will send us home (insert deranged laughter here). Please pray that things happen FAST. Heading out at this hour usually equals landing in bed at zero dark thirty, and I really am awfully tired just now. Please pray that we don't lose this line. Please ask those you know to pray with you. After last time, I'm fighting not to give in to fear (OK, terror).
Blessings,
Kate
---- I've got Jeff's cell - 864-337-3725. If you need to reach him, he's got mine - 864-992-3193 |
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Jun. 8, 2009 - Untitled Comment
No matter what happens, keep on clinging. There is a reason; just keep fighting.
May God put His arms around you,
~PIP~