Prayers were answered today! Libby’s treatment went beautifully. She had no complications with this drug. The morning was nice and quiet. We had a visit from Grandmamma and Granddaddy. We went to music class. The OR was on time. The procedure was quick. And she was back with me in no time. Praise God!
There is one other prayer I will now be lifting up. Libby is on steroids. Everyday. For 29 days. Apparently, that’s a lot of steroids for a little girl. They told us they might make her a little crazy. And they told us they would make her very hungry. But we haven’t really seen any of that. Until now. Evidently, the steroids plus no food for almost 24 hours is the ticket.
Hib and I are big eaters. And we come from families with big eaters. And I’ve never seen anything like this. My 20 pound Libby. Shoving fistful after fistful of Cheerios in her mouth and crying because they just couldn’t fill her up fast enough. Really crying. As concerned as I was that she truly could have choked, I found myself shoving a few more in between her fistfuls so that she had four fists working instead of her two. If she dropped a Cheerio, she would cry harder, frantically searching the bed for it. This went on for an hour, with various different foods. She ate the entire hour. Moaning and groaning, trying to satiate her little belly. I could tell when we had made it. Her chewing slowed. Her eyes kind of glazed over. She looked at me and giggled. I’ve been there. And I’m praying for an early morning procedure time next go round.
PS Happy Anniversary, Hibbie! I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you. Thanking God for you everyday.
Thank you, Aunt Brooke and Aunt Richelle for loving on Libby and letting us have a wonderful night out!