So in case you haven't noticed, my blog has become more of a journal of our adventures in health care for two precious boys. Of course I love my sweet
FIVE year old and have lots to say about her - but its not like the "Gotta just get my frustrations out on paper, errr, blog" kind of writing that I've felt like doing. (But I do need to post some pics from her birthday!) Just a disclaimer.
Our visit in Virginia ended with a two-day hospital stay for Mr. I. I think we handled it well and now Mr. I is well on his road to recovery. These babies just love hospitals I believe.
I now know that E.R. visits are much better when surrounded by family.
My mom came to the E.R. with us each time. She helped get IV's started and was a pillar of support. She recruited friends to come help with getting I's IV in the last time. He is quite a hard stick.
On the last visit, my cousin, Luke was working. He works in radiology. Every half hour or so, he would stop by our room and check in. He would pat Rich on the back. Give me a hug. Its that kind of support that is priceless in moments of stress. I can't express how thankful I was to have Luke and my mom around. They made a stressful event a bit more bearable.
God is good. All the time. And so good to give us family like mine.
