Well, at least it's good to be in my parents' home! I left the hospital last Saturday, and Jason and my parents have been taking care of me all week. I don't know what I would have done without them. They had done everything for me.
I LOVE YOU!!!
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!
THANK YOU ALL THANK YOU THANK YOU all for your prayers, encouragement, calls, texts, emails, food, baskets, and visits! I am truly humbled and grateful and still don't realize if all this has hit me yet.
I know my sister, both sis in laws, and some friends posted updates on their blogs and asked their friends to pray. The connections on blogland have been so incredible!
As horrible as life got for me two weeks ago, I can't imagine if you all had not been praying for my family, Reese, and me. By the way, if you stop by Shannon's blog you'll notice Zach is having the time of his life in Destin with Jason's family. He's clueless and happy. ; )
This week I looked into my journal to see if there was any encouragement the LORD gave me ahead of time to look back on and draw strength from. ; ) On May 15, I wrote these two verses into my entry ~
"...I am more than victorious through Him who loved me."
"You will be delivered by returning and resting; your strength will lie in quiet confidence."
I have been repeating these verses to myself because I feel very weak. It makes me NEVER want to complain about having a "regular" day again. My health and energy are such gifts!
It's going to be a slow recovery. I make progress every day, but all I can really do is walk by myself. I go to the doctor this afternoon, and hopefully he will take out my PICC line. This is an IV that Jason and my dad have been putting meds and saline into this week that I still need.
Praise the LORD Reese is great! The nurses and doctors checked on her several times daily to make sure she was right on track. I've seven months pregnant today. Wow.
I'm going to type out my entire story and alot of my feelings if you're interested soon. ; ) Right now I'll leave you with some pictures of some goodies you have sent, plus a few of my arms.
My PICC line
I know it's strange, but I just have this thing with my arms and how many times people at ANY hospital have to poke me to get an IV going. PLEASE do not take any offense if you do this at your work. I kiss the feet of anyone who can actually get an IV in. ; )
The first time I arrived at UAMS in LR it took them seven times to get the IV in. Breakdown #2 for me (and we had a wonderful experience at this hospital).
This is my other arm which just has alot of healing bruises on it.
GOD is working and again reminds me that I have absolutely no control. He has full say of what happens in my life.
Thank you again for your concern and prayers. The body of Christ is amazing!