There's a Precious Moments figurine entitled 'Praise the Lord Anyhow' which features an utterly stressed out-looking girl hunched over behind her desk, papers strewn about, toppled mug on the floor. I haven't seen it in ages, but I find myself sighing as I utter those very words multiple times a day of late: Praise the Lord anyhow.
Today's already involved one of those moments. After a relatively peaceful night (meaning that Brady was up only every few hours instead of every 45 minutes), Adam came into our room this morning to let me know that he'd been unable to flush Logan's line, so we'd need to take him to CHO. I asked Logan if he had a parent preference, and he chose me, so we packed up the diaper bag, the baby and his pump backpack and headed up to the hospital to see Philippa in the oncology clinic.
Much to my surprise, I wasn't annoyed by the disruption to our plan for the day. What?! I know, crazy, right? It may be a sign of me being too tired to adequately process what was going on, or perhaps I'm starting to relinquish a little of the life-control that I've so relished since childhood. Regardless of the root, it was refreshing to not stress over the change in plan. We got there, went in, exhanged pleasantries which included Philippa calling Brady adorable and then immediately whispering to Logan that he (Logan)'s the cutest boy in the word, and then she administered an anti-clotting medication to see if it would nip the issue in the bud. While we waited, we played a Lego game that she'd brought to him and we had some nice, one on one time while Brady chilled in his carseat (or with me, snuggling against his buddies).
The drug didn't work right away, but after an hour of letting it do its thing, it cleared out nicely and she instructed us to flush his line with saline more than once each day in order to keep it clear. She very kindly walked us out to our car, and we were off.
So yeah, it wasn't what we'd planned for the morning and we're now behind for the day with lots of little sundries. But you know what? I 'praise the Lord anyhow'.
Thanks for continuing to pray for Logan, and a Merry almost-Christmas to you and yours.
So glad that you somehow can find these positive moments when something unexpected comes up (often)! :) You are a terrific mama and Logan (and Brady, and Isaac, and Abby) are all so lucky to have you!
ReplyDeleteLots of love and hugs AND continued prayers going out to all of you!
Sherry- thank you so much for letting us all share this experience with you...it has both challenged and helped me to grow in my own faith through your posts.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to your family and prayers for an uneventful (medically speaking) holiday!
ReplyDeleteI very much like that. Praise the lord anyhow sums up so many feelings. Prayers still coming your way!
ReplyDeleteGood for you girl! Way to 'go with the flow' and enjoy the moment, wherever it might be. Praying that you have a wonderfully uneventful Christmas with all of your angels under one roof enjoying some precious family time together. Praising God for His faithfulness! Merry Christmas and goodnight.
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