| I knew the balloon could "go" but in over seven years its never happened to us before. I expected it to just sort of deflate. This absolutely shocked me! It looks like it exploded! |
She did not want to lay down. I patiently explained she must in a most calm manner, but all the while my insides were anything but calm. I know that the stoma (hole) shuts down quickly. I know that if I didn't get the tube in nobody would, by the time we could get to even the nearest ER it would be completely closed. I know that perhaps if we focused every hour of every day on feeding PERHAPS we could pull off the solids. I also know that she doesn't not yet have the capacity to keep herself hydrated. In two seconds I had our worst case senerio visualized in my head. If I couldn't get that thing in tense months of endless nagging and surely at least several bouts with IV fluids were in my near future. As I kept myself with a completly calm and nonchalant exterior and my insides boiled with the hurry I knew was necessary, I felt the tension might snap me in two.
She was scared and tense. I knew tense would only make it that much harder to get it in. I tried to get her relaxed. I tried to get her to do breathing exercises with me. I tried to get her to put in in herself. Nothing worked. Finally Papa pinned her, and started to pray outloud, and while she screamed, cried and writhed, I tried to work quick and precise. I got it in position and went for the insert. Nothing. Tried again. It entered about a third of the way and stuck. I added a little more presure. It didn't budge. I gave it just a bit more and was already starting to resign myself to the fact that it wasn't going in when suddenly it gave. In it went! And that was it. I was almost dissappointed and deeply relieved all at once. But mostly just exhausted. And as everyone else moved on and things got back to normal, I quietly withdrew and fell apart.
In our Bible study this week Beth Moore highlighted how David was both tender and strong. We spent some time pondering those qualities, what they really mean, and the importance of their simultaneous development in our lives. As I sat and cried for all the things I felt and didn't feel and couldn't even understand, I seethed a bit. I don't want to be that strong! I don't want to have to do this!
After supper was over and the usual before bed routine was done, it was later than usual. As they were crawling in my son said, "Mama, will you read the Bible to us?". It was said with such longing and so sweetly that it made my heart sing. Of course I will! We read a Psalm and then I talk just a little with each of my children individually. I had to tell her. She had to know. I love her. I only want the best for her. I will never hurt her to be cruel. She has heard it before, but does she really understand? I told her how sad I felt. She looked me in the eyes and made that silly little happy noise she makes when she isn't quite sure what to say. Yes. She did understand. She knows she is loved. And at last I rested.
I thought I would end with something fun. This is a small sampling of our first day of school
2012-13 photo shoot.




