The guy is snoring his little heart out in our room, finally asleep at 10.30pm. Unbelievably, this was actually a great day. I am shaking my head at my own choice of words. How can this be? Hospital. Admission. Dialysis. Tests. Nurses. Doctors. One smiley little guy in a big green Kermit The Frog shirt who did not walk one step the whole day. Oh no. He was dancing. I guess the excitement started at 6am when he and Indie got up and got dressed then raced to the car to check out their treat bags. Full of books and crafts and a book light and flourescent bracelets for scaring nurses….we are truly going for low-blow all-out emotional bribery. It still works.
Together with my parents who arrived on Thursday from Australia, Jesse, Indie, Molly and I arrived at the hospital almost an hour late because of some hideous traffic that turned the two hour journey into four, but somehow everyone remained friendly – even me. The kids played in the playrooms most of the day inbetween meetings and dialysis (and a near heart-stopping potassium of 7.1….yep, that’s baaaaaad) , then this evening when all was done, we walked downtown a bit and had dinner in a restaurant. The sick kid had a rack of ribs. Of course. Stocking up the larder to tide him over for a few days.
My folks and the girls then headed off to a local hotel, while Jess and I did an x-ray, had a bath then read a story together before bed. He was laughing right up until the very first snore.
What a blessing. I am a little dumbfounded to be honest. I mean, perhaps if I had a modicum of anxiety, it would be more fitting. But I just feel like smiling. I melt seeing Jess so happy. How like my Father in heaven this all is. Wonder and joy and a little plip-plop dance in the midst of the very business we’ve been hoping to avoid for the last two years. Thanks so much to you praying people. It was you. You God heard. Love you. Kimx