Prayers for This Child

I am sitting here in Mighty Joe's room today, catching up on some reading, answering emails, enjoying the quiet. Also enjoying Joe's occasionally opened eyes and his always voracious suck on his pacifier. It must be really odd to have a tummy continuously full but never have anything go past your tongue and throat. As Andy/Fletch stated in the previous post, there may be a chance he can be fed by bottle soon but so far, no signs of doing so today.

I've been a tad melancholy today, doubtless the result of a somber mood in the PICU last night, then realizing (gee, where have I been???) that today is day six in the PICU for Mighty Joe. When you are in the midst of a trial such as this, you tend to ride the waves and lose track of time. Sort of like labor, when you look up at the clock and realize four hours have passed.

There are delightful things, too. In fact, just as I am typing this, Dr. Montes appeared and told the nurse we can feed him by bottle! I also am looking forward to spending my sister-in-law's break with her when she gets a chance. The girls, my mom, and I got a quick peek at the post-op department where she works because there were no patients needing care at the moment. I love knowing that Laura is literally down the hall and around the corner.

A sweet woman appeared this afternoon- she is a friend of a man who attends our church with his brother's family. Wow. The kindness of strangers. Thanks for coming, Janice. And certainly, the nurses have been wonderful. We have been so very blessed. And did I mention there's a Starbucks in the hospital? I kid you not. If I worked here I would grow fat on chai.

Sara Groves is always a ministry to me. "Prayers for This Child" have been particularly poignant:

I do not know how I am to pray for this child
as a mother I don't want my baby denied
but in the waiting in the waiting
I learned

Every instinct in me wants to shield him from pain
take the arrows of misery heartache and blame
but in the sorrow in the sorrow
I learned to hold on

I only have two eyes - be all seeing
I only have two hands - be everywhere
I do not know enough - to be all knowing
I give this baby up into your care

I do not know how, how to pray for this child
I want to guard him from everything wicked and wild
but in the trial in the trial
I learned to hold on
And in the trial, in the trial
I learned to hold on to the heart of God

Hold your babies tightly this afternoon-