I am sitting here in the hopsital, day number 4, and we are not leaving until Friday. I am feeling sorry for myself. Guilty for missing so much work this year (I used quite a bit of sick time for myself and my “Christian”) and worried about perceptions at my work. My husband and “Lance” are teaching a camp and have no replacements, so I have to be the one at the hospital with Christian.
I just went to get ice for my drink down the hall and in the nourishment room was another mom. She was very friendly, said hello, asked how my day was and I mentioned that all was well and we were staying longer than imagined. She said, “Yes, I understand. We have been here 3 1/2 weeks…….”
That’s when I wanted to slap myself.
I am on a floor with very, sick children. A 6 month old passed away over the weekend. I thank God for my Christian and that he is doing well. We are here mainly for precautions, not severe complications from his surgery. I think I needed some perspective and God delivered it through that mom.
When you are alone in a hospital room with a five year old, your mind can wander and make more of situations than they actually are. You can destroy relationships and imagine the worst in a matter of minutes.
All I can say, is that I have to do the next right thing.
I have to remember that the God of the Universe loves me just the way I am.
I have to remember that there will always be work to do, but the moments we have caring for our children will slip away in an instant.
Today I Am Thankful For:
1. warm socks
2. playrooms
3. styrofoam cups
4. trays
5. ice machines
