This morning.. unlike any other mornings where I am trying to hold it all together.. I broke.
Walking back alone after seeing four nurses hold my baby down to get an IV and laughing gas... I felt like it was all my fault.
This morning as I was waiting... waiting for them to call me back to recovery.. it felt the same as when he was in the NICU... Constantly waiting for him to come back home. And, he did. God brought my babies through it. As I was sitting all I could think of was all of the bad news that we received after going through something of this nature. Now, at my weakest moments I am strongly believing for good news.
The voices of "He's not sick Kay." It's all your fault that he is going through this." "Does he even want this?" They all need to stop. Gabriel, we said that we were going to give you the very best and we will do just that by giving you all of the options that you will possibly need!
"If you have faith as a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain,'Move from here to there,' and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you."
- Matthew 17:20
Tiny, tiny faith.. as little as a mustard seed.. is all I will need to get through this!
Tiny, tiny faith.. as little as a mustard seed.. is all you will need!
Gabriel, you are the strongest little boy that I know.
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