The pastor at the church service I attended this morning talked about “in between” places; he spoke of those limbo times in our life when we’re not sure what comes next.
No doubt he was referring to things in the broader sense, but interestingly I find myself at just such an in between place this night. After rather a traumatic and chaotic scene at home involving my 7 year old having some sort of seizure, the response of 911 (including about 8 firefighters and paramedics Intermingled with
No doubt he was referring to things in the broader sense, but interestingly I find myself at just such an in between place this night. After rather a traumatic and chaotic scene at home involving my 7 year old having some sort of seizure, the response of 911 (including about 8 firefighters and paramedics Intermingled with
my husband, the beagle and a friend I had been out bike riding with), lots of screaming following an extended postictal stage, and a fight on the stretcher to get some valium into his arm , Twin A and I found ourselves in an ambulance enroute to HSC.
After the initial waiting to register, get a room and be poked and prodded by several nurses and a doctor, the poor child was finally allowed to sleep a little. Not long after, it appeared one of the test results was a little unusual, and the boy was poked and prodded again. Thankfully he fell quickly asleep again. And now we are waiting for the test results.
For me, it is an “in between” time. My thoughts turn immediately to my Maker, and I am allowed that rare clarity of focus for a few short hours.
This morning’s pastor suggested we turn our anxieties over to god at such times. I must say that earlier thus evening, as now at 3 am, putting this time in God’s capable hands has been surprisingly easy. In this darkened, quiet hospital room, with only the lights of the heart rate and respiratory monitor to keep me company while I await news of my sons medical condition, I am enjoying relative "inner peace" as Kung-Fu Panda would say!
(6:30 a.m. update… bloodwork seems normal the second time around, i.e. they don’t really know what caused the seizure. Follow up neurology required, but for now, everyone is happy and healthy, albeit incredibly tired. Off to grab some breakfast at Tim’s in the hospital, then home to hopefully sleep for several hours!)
After the initial waiting to register, get a room and be poked and prodded by several nurses and a doctor, the poor child was finally allowed to sleep a little. Not long after, it appeared one of the test results was a little unusual, and the boy was poked and prodded again. Thankfully he fell quickly asleep again. And now we are waiting for the test results.
For me, it is an “in between” time. My thoughts turn immediately to my Maker, and I am allowed that rare clarity of focus for a few short hours.
This morning’s pastor suggested we turn our anxieties over to god at such times. I must say that earlier thus evening, as now at 3 am, putting this time in God’s capable hands has been surprisingly easy. In this darkened, quiet hospital room, with only the lights of the heart rate and respiratory monitor to keep me company while I await news of my sons medical condition, I am enjoying relative "inner peace" as Kung-Fu Panda would say!
(6:30 a.m. update… bloodwork seems normal the second time around, i.e. they don’t really know what caused the seizure. Follow up neurology required, but for now, everyone is happy and healthy, albeit incredibly tired. Off to grab some breakfast at Tim’s in the hospital, then home to hopefully sleep for several hours!)
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