I noticed an abscess on Harper’s hiney.
Yes, it is Staph…MRSA to be exact.
Yes, she had this same infection and surgery last fall.
I immediately called her pediatrician and off to the Dr we went.
One look at her boo boo and before I knew it, we had a one way ticket to the Children’s Hospital.
I called Ross laughing because you can do two things in this situation:
Laugh or cry.
And I choose to laugh.
Our flight departs in less than 36 hours for St. Louis where Cliff is scheduled to have surgery next week, I have not even started to pack for St. Louis, the house is a complete wreck and my to-do list is a mile long, but none of it matters until Harper is taken care of.
She was thrilled to get a “pwetty bacelett!”
And we passed the time with lots of rocking, singing and most importantly laughter.
Secretly I was dying inside because I knew The Girl was going to the OR at some point
throughout the night or first thing in the morning.
These moments of heartache and fear are when I try my best to hand everything over to the Lord.
He is so wonderful, loving and kind.
He knows how to help a mama get through tough times and He comforted me so I
could comfort Harper.
Getting her IV was awful.
She screamed in pain and all I could do was sit there and watch them stick her with a huge needle.
The worst part is that they had to stick her twice.
Once we recovered from the trauma of the IV placement, Daddy arrived.
(He always arrives after the worst is over… if only I could having timing like that!)
Who knew running back and forth, crashing the IV pole into everything possible could be so much fun?!
Exhausted from her evening run,
The Girl snuggled with Daddy.
At 12:30am, as soon as we were all finally asleep, the nurse came in and told us it was
time for Harper to go to the OR.
So we took a little midnight stroll…
The surgery went great and we were loving on Harper before we knew it!
She was pretty grumpy when she woke up and was also in a little pain, thankfully her nurses were awesome and stayed on top of everything in hopes that we could all get a little sleep.
Getting any sleep in the hospital is like putting a toddler in a room full of open paint
cans and expecting them not to make a mess.
So we pulled an “all nighter” and had no fun, crazy stories laugh at in the morning.
But we were all still smiling, because like I said before…
You can laugh or cry. And I choose to laugh through the crazy times.
Harper is sore today,
but she is in great spirits.
Daddy ran out as soon as the sun came up and got us some “Chick a Lay!”
FYI – that makes everything better.
The amazing Surgeon and Nurses are working hard to get us out of here today so we can catch our flight to St. Louis in less than 24 hours!
Harper will stay home with my amazing sister and wonderful mom.
We are so thankful to have such a wonderful Children’s Hospital so close to us!
God is so, so, SO good!
We are so thankful!
My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.