Six hours to drive up on Tuesday. Wednesday is a gauntlet of painful and invasive procedures that go on all day. Tubes, needles, dyes, catheters, no time for naps or food. This much fluid, no food, no milk, full bladder......are you kidding. Thursday is a 7 am arrival. No food or drink past midnight. Sedated scoping. Friday is 6 hour ordeal. If I was still 25 I know I would need God to sustain. And Cori is just a baby. There is so little of this she can comprehend.
Almost everyday she asks about her huge abdominal scar. Every day she cries for every single diaper change. She knows we are going alone to see doctors who can help.
I am not ashamed that she is ours and we are old people. But I have to fall on God's mercy and His clear voice that this child is ours......And He who began a good work in me will be faithful to complete it.
He will thoroughly equip me for every good work.
And then there is the majority family back in NC. Two kids all wrapped up in high school activities. Two severely speech delayed and abandoned little girls, and two sensitive dachshunds who will deliver while I am gone and provide so much essential income to our family.
No news yet from the Ronald McDonald house.
Hearing this precious baby calling out in fear from her bed. Gotta go.
By the way, we would not have it any other way than this passionate and painful reliance on God.
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