We've been home less than 24 hours and already "J" has had 2 major diapers...more than enough to require a bath. It was a bit surreal giving him a bath - his personnality is back to normal and everything else seemed the same...and then you catch a glimpse of that giant incision on his head...and you remember how good our God is!
During our stay at Children's we met another family whose 1 1/2 month daughter was admitted due to a seizure or heart attack or stroke (don't remember exactly which one, just remember being shocked that it happened to so small a baby). I don't know their names, but when you're in ICU together, introductions are such minor details. You talk about "syndromes" and "issues" and "conditions" and "treatments" and "doctors" - never names, or what we do, or where we're from...none of that means anything there. So, i don't know their names and they don't know ours... Last we saw them, we were in the elevator together, and they asked what happened to us since we weren't in the ICU anymore. We replied that we had been moved down to "RECOVERY" - yeah! After they congratulated us, i asked them about their little one and when they were expected to move down to recovery. They said that their daughter/neice is in a coma and will probably not recover. I didn't then, and i don't know now, what to say...
As you celebrate Christmas, as a gift to us, please reflect on God's goodness...
