Monday, October 27, 2014

Room 353

I have been praying for room 353. We are here, again. In the hospital that sometimes feels like home. Our son has been having a temp and increased heart rate for about a week now, So I finally took him into urgent care. With his past history and being unable to explain the temp, they felt it best to admit him. I am glad that it was not as bad as the last time that life forced us to pause but still a bit scary.

To be truthful, I have been praying for this. I had been asking God for a while now to allow me time to visit a friend that is in the hospital too. With life getting in the way of that visit, He has forced me into the exact place I was hoping to go. I can honestly say, because I don't think my child is in any serious danger, that I am glad to be in room 353. I am using this time away from home to get some sleep, meet with a friend who is hurting, read, write, and catch up with old "friends" (aka, hospital staff).

Every time that we are here, from the moment that our son was born, God wants us to be here for some reason. Our time in the NICU was hard and scary, but it introduced us to some of the best nurses in the state and allowed for friendships to form that are still going strong today. Our time there also taught us how to be parents.

One of the times in ICU, I was given an opportunity to meet a woman who was visiting the room where her son died. He died in the room next to us, from an infection he got while swimming in a lake, 10 years ago. I didn't know her name. I still don't. All I know is that she was crying and that she was alone. It was her first visit. She had sunken into a dark hole. Her marriage fell apart. And she was on the road to recovery. Her therapist said that she had to walk the same painful steps that she had to walk when she learned about he son passing. She had to re-live the pain in order to heal. I was put in that ICU room, with my sick child, to notice her and to comfort her in her journey.

We are here now for some reason. I have a feeling that it is to comfort my friend, but I am not completely sure. I pray that God heals our son and that he uses me to comfort others. Everyone here is going through a hard season in their life. Let me focus on that and lead me to an understanding of their journey. Let me provide a smile or warm glance that will some how comfort them.

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