Earlier today, Little Man and I journeyed to a local hospital where Paisley had just finished up a field trip with her preschool class. Her class had participated in the Teddy Bear Clinic at the same local hospital that Skye had been admitted to back in February of 2010. Although we had been there once since Ian was born, it was the first time we had stepped through the main entrance of the hospital since Ian had been born, and it brought back memories.
The last time we had been in the main part of the hospital entering through those very same main entrance doors was back in May 2010 when I was heavy with Ian Baby Boy, and we were dropping off cookies and a thank you card to the pediatric unit that helped nurse Skye back to health. Now don't take me wrong. Hospitals don't scare me and we have been on several hospital visits and appointments since Ian has been born due to his medical concerns, but they were mostly at another local area hospital. And the other two times I was at the hospital for which we were at today was for an ultra sound for Ian when he was just 2 weeks old and when Scot was brought to the ER in early spring of 2010 with a cardiac scare. So the smells of hospitals don't alarm me. Some of the sights don't bother me either. I have been plenty of times to a hospital since Skye's illness. Countless times to some degree now if you include all that we have been through since February 2010; but what was noticeable to me today was again those main entrance doors, the lobby, the smells and sight of the coffee shop that I had passed by several times while Skye was admitted, and those elevator doors... those elevator doors. It was this morning when I remembered all that we had been through and all that God used to change me and mold me.
As Paisley, Ian and I picked Skye up from school this afternoon and while Paisley showed Skye her mended little, purple teddy bear that included stitches and a cast from the teddy bear clinic at the hospital, Skye asked me "Did she go to my hospital?"
"Yes, she did," I replied.
And with that Skye and I started reminiscing on that time. Skye was sick for a month. She was pretty ill for 19 days--12 of those were spent in the hospital in the Pediatric Unit, about 2 of those were spent in PICU, and only 3 of those days were with out her having a high fever--for her to then go home for another 2 weeks using a PICC line. During that time Paisley was shuttled from sitter to sitter and I worried about her well being as well. I also fell while pregnant and it was then discovered that Ian, who was still in my womb, had fluid around his kidneys, which would begin another mountain for us to climb.
BUT God was good and gracious during that time; and perhaps it's easy to look back on it now and see how God used everything that happened, more than I can ever explain here on this blog what had occurred, He used it all for His good and glory. As I look back on that time for me and our family, it not only defined us but in many, many regards it stretched us. It made us rely on God and not on our own strength. God had a plan.
In fact, He still has a plan and as I am in another season of change and as God is shaping me and molding me further and while many aspects of the last few months have been a struggle for me and for Scot--God is good. And like that time when Skye was sick, God provided me with support and encouragement before I could even grasp it all; and He did the same for me again today with a little precious email from a friend. God is working and God can take ALL things and use them for good for those who love the Lord. Amen.
And He simply reminded me of that today with a little, purple teddy bear, for which came home today, by the way, mended with stitches, a band aide and a little cast.
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