A Much Needed Reminder

I feel like I've pretty much caught up on sleep and might be able to put a few words together and possibly have them make sense. Today Brian said to me, "Let's make a deal. No more emergency surgeries in the middle of the night. No sleep really messed me up. That was the hardest part." To which I replied, "That was the hardest part?" I think he still needs more sleep.

The first night home I slept with Coleman, then last night Brian slept with him. Hopefully tonight he'll feel OK to go back to his bed. Yesterday he started taking a few steps. I think he thought he would never walk again! Poor thing. We'll talk about doing something next week or in the future and he'll say, "But I can't walk!" We had to convince him that the doctor said he could try to walk now.

Our little guy recuperating

Last night I was lying in bed thinking about everything. Now it all seems so much smaller. Especially when I think about what other parents with really sick or terminally ill children go through. How can our situation compare to something like that? I know our situation was not small to us or to God, I'm not saying that, but it's easier to put it into perspective now. I can actually be thankful for everything that happened. It's hard to explain, but I feel like it was one of those things that is thrown at you and you have no other choice but to trust God and put it all in His hands. During that night I was truly reminded that I am not in control. That's a good thing to be reminded of every so often. Not that I want to go through anything like that again, but I am thankful for it. It drew me closer to my Savior and caused me to lean on Him. And really, that's a beautiful blessing and makes it all worthwhile.