This weekend was a nice, peaceful one. Luke finished up all his antibiotics, slept well, cried a little but was calmed easily, maintained his blood pressures, had great pee action and enjoyed some time in mine and Scott’s arms. Not nearly enough, but we’ll take what we can get.
Granny left Saturday morning and will be back on Tuesday night. Nana and Papa helped this weekend and allowed Scott and I to spend some precious time with Luke. ALG had a fantastic soccer game (the only one that wasn’t cancelled among the three others!) and even scored a goal. We heard she had no fear. That’s my girl.
Tomorrow morning we head back into scary territory. Luke starts eating again. For a NEC patient, it’s a big leap. We’ll start out super slow, likely through a continuous drip on a feeding tube, and see how his bowel tolerates it. So many scenarios, so much anxiety, so little control. We humbly ask for you to offer him up in prayer tomorrow.
You know, I’d like to be selfish and ask God, “Please, heal his body completely and let this next phase go as we hope, without a hitch.” And, I just might. But, I also know the second part of that prayer must include a, “Help us be at peace with your will, whatever that may be.” Um, little tougher.
At my OB visit on Friday, Dr. W commented that life isn’t without sorrow. And you know, she’s right. If you live life, and I mean really live life, there will be sorrow. But, there will also be great joy. We’ve experienced those two and everything in between these past three weeks. Dr. W also was the first to ask how Scott and I are holding up. For the most part, pretty well. We’ve had our moments, you know the ones where you just scream at each other and fight about something that really doesn’t warrant fighting, but you get it out of your system anyway. Yeah, we’ve had those. We’ve also had alot of silent hand holding, sweet smiles, backrubs, knee pats and reasurring hugs. One look at Luke and we are reminded why our marriage is so important. Our children are daily reminders of the love I have for Scott. He is just so incredibly awesome.
As I held Luke this afternoon he looked so healthy, so happy, so normal. My heart wants that more than anything. Tomorrow we blaze a new path and I feel confident that whatever turn it may take, we will be guided and lifted by your prayers. Quite honestly, I know we can’t do it without you.
Here’s to a restful night, sweet pea. We’re praying for you tomorrow… As a sweet friend reminded me yesterday, Luke is a fighter. And she’s betting on Team Whitaker. Me, too, Desiree, me too.