Today I read the news. I haven't had a lot of time to myself lately and I needed to catch up. Man, it was depressing! So many sad, sad stories. So many lost lives. So much anger. I refuse to add to that in this post. So today, I give you this : This is the face of triumph and courage. This is the face of learning how to do hard things. This is the face of the strongest 15 year old I know. Yesterday, I heard her singing. All alone, downstairs while she had her earbuds in. I sat down right there in the upstairs hallway, closed my eyes, and listened. At that point I think I took my first big breath in about 3 weeks. And I knew, it's all going to be okay. We've been home from the hospital one week. Honestly, It's been really hard. I've never seen a child of mine in such excruciating pain before. It's unbearable to watch. I've never had to juggle so many medicine schedules. 4-5 times a night I've had to wake her. I've never ignored the rest of my family this much before. Thank goodness Grandma is still here! I've never muttered so many prayers under my breath asking for strength to be given to someone. Each of those prayers have been heard. And I've never seen so much kindness and love spread around like it has been in our home this week. Cora is learning new things. Today, she showered. It was a very big deal. And then, she put her own shirt on! Last night, she actually joined us at the dinner table for a couple minutes and ate! Amazing feats. Every one of them. Especially because of Doctor's orders: NO bending, NO lifting, NO twisting. I challenge each of you to try that for an hour. It's almost impossible. Cora has had lots of visitors. It's so fun to evesdrop and hear their laughter. They have all brought sunshine into our home and sometimes fun gifts too. She is sleeping great at night. We are recognizing that as an amazing blessing. Night before last, she slept 16 hours straight! Trust me, I checked her breathing as much as if she was a newborn babe. All you moms know exactly what I'm talking about 😊 Another blessing has been this hospital bed, trapeze bar and an empty room to put it in. She has such a hard time getting comfortable, and this has helped immensely. The twins think every opportunity Cora's not in it is a chance to fold themselves up like a taco. Every day is different. Some are rotten. Some we cheer with little victories! Some days her lower back, or ribs are so sore, most days it's nerve pain in her shoulder. Some days, the little boys drive me insane and some days they are so sweet and helpful. But every day, EVERY ONE OF THEM, had shown me how much My Heavenly Father has strengthened and carried my Cora, myself, and my entire family through this. He loves each of us and gives us what we need ❤️
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