Homecoming

Here’s the deal. When I got to the hospital the doctors were talking about sending us home. Today. I panicked. I was ecstatic. But I panicked. I want to get home. Badly. But there is a part of me that is nervous. We haven’t taken care of Libby at home while on all of this treatment, yet. And she has an infection. And that adds some additional care. But we want to get home. We need to get home.

I think there were some mixed feelings with the doctors and nurses, too. In my typical type A fashion I began weighing options. I talked to every expert there. About every little thing. I gathered everyone’s opinions. Even our sweet housekeeper who cleans our room-she’s actually given me some pretty solid advice over the weeks. And then, I decided to pray. I’ve been praying. And one of those prayers has definitely been to get home. But today I changed that specific prayer-just a bit. I decided to pray to get home in His time. You see, I have a way of trying to control situations. I know, I know-hard to believe. And I’m slowly, very slowly, learning this control is an illusion. And when I give up the control- you know, the control I never had-I’m letting Him be in control. And it just seems to work better that way.

The nurse came in our room almost immediately. She told me we weren’t going home today. She said everyone agreed to have us stay a few more days. The doctor mentioned Tuesday. And it felt good. Hib was working today, and wouldn’t have easily been able to help me get home. I can’t even conceive how I would’ve packed up our room. My family is out of town this weekend. Annie is in awesome hands with her Gigi and Papa. And while Hib is at the hospital some this weekend, I’ll have some time to run errands and ensure we have everything we’ll need when we do get home. The weekend is nice and quiet at the hospital. I’ll have time to really go over everything with the nurses. (Hello…I’m still type A) We'll be off IV antibiotics. Libby’s counts will have come up even more. Hib leaves to go out of town on Wednesday. A Tuesday homecoming will, in the nick of time, save me several days of around the clock hospital duty while he’s gone. And hopefully we’ll even have Tuesday night together as a family before he leaves. His timing is perfect.

Have a happy weekend!