Her Mother and Sister stayed the whole week to help out with Elias while their parents were in the Hospital with Owen. We traveled up to San Antonio every other day during the week. We too had made arrangements to stay with Elias, but I think it gave my DIL a sense of comfort to have her Mother nearby. So we gracefully allowed her to stay in our place, always with the clear understanding that we were ready to fill in at a moment's notice, always on standby. This is where Families have to be a cohesive unit and in agreement in order to help their loved ones.
I want to include a few pictures of Owen's ordeal on this post. It may be a bit graphic for some to view. I do this in honor of my little one, because he has been so strong and courageous through it all. Perhaps someday someone reading this post can gain insight or strength from knowing how other families cope when faced with a similar situation. It isn't easy, and the journey has just begun, but we have faith in God that this time of healing will pass quickly, and all this will be just a faint memory.
I am so in awe of this little man. He continues to smile, and is slowly becoming the cooing, laughing baby he always was, in spite of the pain and discomfort he must be feeling at times. He turned six months old the day he went home, and his parents bought him a cake and lit candles for a 'half-year' celebration. We were so blessed to be there and be a part of their celebration too. And yesterday when we last saw him, he did seem much improved. It seems every day that passes means he is getting better. These are just a few of the pictures we took:
This is day two after the surgery in ICU: THE FACE OF COURAGE!
This is day three in ICU:
Day Four in ICU, being held by his Mommy
Oh, Lord God, as I write this, you know how much it hurts to see his ordeal, but also, I am so grateful that you brought him through the surgery and he is home with his family, and he is a strong and healthy baby!
It has been hard for all of us, and certainly for our precious Elias as well. He had to be away from his beloved Parents during the past week that they were in the hospital with Owen. For us as adults, it's hard because we know our pain threshholds, and to see such a tiny little baby have to go through this is mind boggling. I simply cannot begin to fathom this incredible process. It is so hard to find things to be happy about or to laugh or to rejoice about anything. I force myself to smile but inside I am wrought with sadness and pain. And then I remember that as per Scripture, I am to rejoice in all things. I just have been feeling so many emotions, both sadness and joy, sometimes all at once. God knows my weaknesses, and I know my Lord Jesus intercedes on my behalf for my shortcomings. Alas! I am such a weakling. And then I look at this tiny giant of a human being, and I know, it is because God is with him, as God is with all children. When I first saw Owen in ICU, I began to cry, and the nurse said that I didn't need to cry, that Owen was a healthy baby. She kept saying, "he's not sick, you should see some of the other kids we have here in ICU...they're really sick." And I understand that, I know that we have so much to be grateful for. But it doesn't hurt any less to see your loved one in that condition. It's just part of the whole situation. I just have to remember that always after the darkness, the light shines brightly again. And so it will be with these painful days. When they are long gone, we will all smile again and truly appreciate all the wonderul blessings we enjoy and take for granted.
I called my Son today and he says Owen is doing fine, and that he keeps getting better. I know the Lord will continue to minister to him and to strengthen him and to heal him. I have absolute and complete faith in my Savior. We do appreciate all the prayers from everyone. Thank you! I hope this post can be a blessing to someone, somewhere, someday.