Last Labor Day, our youngest child, Abbey, woke up throwing up. Yuck. Abbey is our child who can't seem to quit vomiting once she starts. We spent this day last year crying and praying and taking turns holding our very sick little girl in our lap. It was awful. We kept praying and hoping and believing she would get better, but she didn't. I took her to the doctor early on Tuesday morning, knowing that if she wasn't already dehydrated, it was only a matter of time. The doctor took one look at her and sent us straight to to the hospital with admission orders. Ugh.
She only had to spend one night, thank goodness, and our friends from church were so great to provide us with prayer and visits and meals and snacks and other offers of help. We felt so blessed and so grateful, but at the time it was so HARD.
Abbey hasn't had another episode quite as serious since this time last year, and we're thankful for that...more than you can know.
I've been remembering all of this today, and remembering always give me some perspective. We just finished up THE BEST weekend we've had in a long time. We played and rested and did some things around the house and spent some time with friends and just enjoyed being a family. It was a weekend for the record books...and seriously, it could have been terrible and still surpassed last year. I believe that God redeemed this holiday for us, and I am so grateful. So incredibly grateful.