There is a reliable course I follow to settle back into home following a hospitalization. First, I unpack. If I do not unpack immediately, it can take weeks. It is so unsatisfying to spend two weeks procrastinating unpacking, finally unpack, and then have to leave again. Better to get it out
I often think about how, in some ways, emotionally managing Peter’s condition is easier because I can compare him to my other children. Having other healthy children has protected me from the self-blame, and shown me Peter is learning and growing like a normal, non-medically complicated child. That said, there
I have shared with you my tips on surviving an emergency department visit and a long hospitalization. If you have experienced these things, I am sorry. They are life changing and unquestionably difficult things to go through. If you made it through these experiences, but tragically, your little one did
Last time I shared with you about how to care for your emotional, volitional and intellectual needs. Today we move forward, considering how to care for your physical, social, and spiritual needs. Physical Aspect Maintaining physical health and energy is vital for you to support your child in the way
Part 1 If your Emergency Department visit concludes with admission to the hospital, there are ways to make the best of it. The first eleven days we spent in the hospital felt longer than all the months after. The age and severity of your child’s needs influence how much you
For other piece in this series, click below: How to Survive the ER Surviving your child’s hospital admission, Part 1 and Part 2 Transitioning to life after admission Managing a hospitalization with little ones at home After spending nine hours in the Emergency Department (ED) yesterday, I feel it worthwhile
From Psalm 121: I lift up my eyes to the mountains; where is my help to come from? The LORD will guard you from all evil; he will guard your life. The LORD will guard your coming and your going, both now and forever. … You must keep to what
And we did go home. We nearly did. We nearly stayed one more night. One more night was nothing to them, but to me, it was everything. And here we are. We came home Thursday and it has been a whirlwind ever since. How strange the pace of home from
Each time this night comes, I take the long walk back to Family House and ponder in my mind, “is it real?” It hardly seems possible that the day I have waited for will come tomorrow. Preparations have been made, prescriptions and supplies ordered. We have learned to have things
My soul is deprived of peace, I have forgotten what happiness is; I tell myself my future is lost, all that I hoped for from the Lord. The thought of my homeless poverty is wormwood and gall; Remembering it over and over leaves my soul downcast within me. But I
