Little had a hard time falling asleep last night and I am embarrassed by how long it took me to realize that it was because she was excited about going home. She woke up at 4 AM but I made her go back to sleep but at 5:30 it was all hands on deck to pack and get her out of there. We were discharged around 10 AM but didn’t actually leave the hospital until 11:00. We drove away and I could see her physically relax. She was asleep before we got to the north side of the city.
While she slept I reflected on our time in lock down *wink*. She was very focused during our stay; very intense. I mentioned it to the nurses more than once because i chalked it up to her big heart and it’s effect on her energy level BUT looking back I now wonder how much of the intensity was her coping with the stressful factors at play: away from home, away from family, being poked and prodded, talk about her heart, tubes and needles… no wonder she collapsed and slept as soon as she was confident she was on her way home.
And since we have been here it has been business as usual with somany bursts of news and showers of affection for her siblings. “Bubba, look at the hole in my arm from where they had my IV.” “KB, look at the coloring book my teacher sent to me while I was in the hospital.” “I have a big heart but yours is still small.” “I love you and I missed you SO MUCH!”
Funny how her anxiety dissipated the further we got from Childrens and mine intensified every minute post being discharged. Right now she is in bed. She is coughing and I am sitting on the couch full on tension from head to toe. My energy is all going toward fighting “what-ifs” and to recalling Truth.
What is your favorite “go-to” encouragement? Would you mind leaving it in the comments so that I can have a ready-made list when I find the worry becoming too intense to recall on my own?
Thanks! And keep praying.