Hope for Baby Bennett: Dodging a bullet

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Dodging a bullet

Although Bodie and I had a great time entertaining each other during the last week,

...we were definitely ready to blow that joint, and got our opportunity today! We were officially discharged at 3:15ish (you know, just in time to get back to our house at 3:30 to meet with Home Health - anyone who lives in LA and knows where we live and how far we are from the hospital will find that humorous). We rolled in about 4:15 and I did my first training on the iv med with the Home Health Nurse. It seemed easy enough...maybe not so much at 10:30 at night, when I'm doing it all by myself! But that's ok - I'm sure it will become second nature before I know it.

One of the surgeons remarked offhandedly that we really "dodged a bullet." Man, what a scary thought, just how serious this could have turned out. Praise God we caught it early and his team responded quickly and aggressively!

How does Bodie feel about being home?

Yeah, he's aok with it. And so is someone else I know...

As we say in our neck of the woods "See ya, wouldn't want to be ya"...well, except for that whole picc line thing. If you don't have a picc line, we might actually want to be you tonight...

Thank you so much for the love and prayers!!!

4 comments:

ciciOctober 1, 2013 at 11:22 PM
There's no place like home...
No more scares Bodie...Sleep tight!
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Erika JonesOctober 1, 2013 at 11:26 PM
Sierra still sleeps with Tigger! Cute.
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ShannonOctober 2, 2013 at 3:50 AM
Yay, yay, YAY!! Now stay there!! :)
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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."