This time is different.
My daughter is still critical.
But... We look at the positives. She's off the ventilator. She's improving a little every day. She walked a few steps today. Every day she loses more tubes.
I try to remember that she's alive, which is all that matters. The Lord hasn't taken her home yet.
The fear still exists. I pray, give it to God, and focus on the positives. When she's in pain, it's more difficult. But still... I pray.
Days do tend to blur just a little in the ICU. I've had a rough time not being with my younger children. They are fine, but I miss them. My seven year old Megan didn't want me to leave this morning. But I know this is temporary, and soon we'll be together.
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