Hope for Baby Bennett: Our Big Guy

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Our Big Guy

I know we usually ask for prayers for our little guy, but tonight, we covet prayers for our big guy - you know, the one trying to tie Bodie's record for the most surgeries this year.

Tomorrow morning, Dusk goes in for his right hip replacement. In March, he had his left hip replaced. (For those of you who haven't been blog followers for very long, the reason Dusk is having both hips replaced at 40 years old, is that he had a bad reaction from a 7-day course of Prednisone, which caused total Bilateral Avascular Hip Necrosis).

Anyway, he's super nervous. The last hip replacement was difficult, to put it mildly. The recovery was ardous and excruciating. We would really really really like this recovery to be easier. Please join with us in praying for tomorrow's surgery to go well, for his recovery to be as smooth and pain free as possible, and for daddy to be back home and loving on his biggest fans before he knows it.

I'll update tomorrow as I'm able.

6 comments:

StefenieDecember 11, 2013 at 4:15 AM
Poor Dusk! Praying that all goes well and that recovery post up is much better. {{{HUG}}}
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Jill December 11, 2013 at 4:29 AM
I am praying for Dusk and for you guys!!!! Such a heavy load you all carry. I wish it would just let up for you guys for a bit! Can't wait to hear that he's doing well and it's all done and over with! xoxoxo
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Krista PhillipsDecember 11, 2013 at 5:15 AM
Praying for him, and for you and the kiddos as well! *hugs*
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MalibuWavesDecember 11, 2013 at 6:08 AM
Absolutely praying constantly my for the next several days! Tamara
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George LDecember 11, 2013 at 6:23 AM
Hey Dusk,

Man, you are covered in prayer my brother!

God bless you,

George Landes
from Annapolis, MD
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JennyDecember 11, 2013 at 6:54 AM
Sending thoughts and prayers for Dusk!!!
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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."