Hope for Baby Bennett: And so it begins...

Monday, February 22, 2010

And so it begins...

They just took Bodie back for surgery. Hands down hardest thing I've ever experienced as a parent is to let your child go knowing it may be the last time you see him alive. Hoping and praying for the best, but finding it hard to stay strong at the moment. Please stay strong for us.

Prep should take about 1 and 1/2 hours, the actual surgery about 45 min and then another hour and a half or so to stabilize and close him. So, we probably won't have an update for a while.

Please, please, please pray!
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4 comments:

AnonymousFebruary 22, 2010 at 9:31 AM
Our family is praying without ceasing for Bodie today. - Bonnie
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iamalan@sbcglobal.netFebruary 22, 2010 at 10:19 AM
In you, O LORD, I have taken refuge; let me never be put to shame; deliver me in you righteousness. Turn your ear to me, come quickly to my rescue; be my rock of refuge, a strong fortress to save me. Since you are my rock and my fortress, for the sake of your name lead me and guide me.

Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and my body with grief.

But I trust in you, O LORD; I say, "You are my
God." My times are in your hands;

(Selected verses from Psalm 31)

May the Lord be with you and Dusk and hold you in his mighty arms. God be with you and Bodie!
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AnonymousFebruary 22, 2010 at 10:39 AM
The Welty's are praying for baby Bodie.
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KimberlyFebruary 22, 2010 at 11:41 AM
Praying here, Amy!!!
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The Chosen Mothers by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with life threatening illnesses are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint Gerard."

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and says, "Give her a child with cancer." The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy." "Exactly" smiles God, "Could I give a child with cancer a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But, does she have patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she will handle it." "I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has it's own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she believes in you." No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps -"Selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take anything her child does for granted. She will never consider a single step ordinary. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them." She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side." "And what about her patron Saint?" asks the angel. His pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."