I felt guilty last night as I went to bed, all my kids home with us, safe and well. Five in bed and one in belly. All sleeping heavily to the sounds of sisters instead of to the sounds of machines beeping, snuggled next to favorite stuffed creatures instead of tubes going in their bodies, dripping medicines. Ryan and I in our own bed instead of curled up on hospital recliners or cots. One could say a perfect night of sleep.
Thank you for all the comments, emails and prayers on behalf of Lucy. Her 5 hour surgery to reattach her achilles tendon, muscles and repairing veins went well. Her follow-up surgery this morning to close the wound also went well and she is no longer in the PICU. She is strong, she is resilient and can wiggle her toes, all good, amazing and miraculous things. I got off the phone with my sister, Jordan, who described the evening Lucy was bitten as perfect: the weather, the water, the kids ashore and the kids in the surf. It was an instant later that the perfect evening commenced by Lucy's screaming, turning to a nightmare. What are the chances, really, of being attacked by a shark in a foot and a half of water?
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I had another niece spend her night in the hospital as well. Sweet Mary Deane who has Cystic Fibrosis had a blocked bowel related to her CF that made the talkative, happy girl transform into someone my sister didn't recognize, screaming at the very sight of another doctor or nurse enter the room, lethargic, and somber: not Mary Deane. When Mary Deane gets sick with something as common as a cold, it takes her about 10 times longer to recover, if it doesn't turn into something more serious.
Both girls are doing so much better, thank you for the flood of prayers. Their parents might need more of the prayers at this point, because as mothers we literally sacrifice blood, sweat, and tears for them, and do anything humanly possible to keep them free from hardship. But as perfect as we try to construct their lives, like a set on stage, it can't be. That would take away the refiner's fire, what molds and shapes us to the perfection of who we are to become. This world still needs these two girls. They still have something to do, for which we are grateful. Keep the prayers coming.