Noah got his picc line taken out today. I watched as the nurse used sterilized tools to take all the tape off him and pull out the very long string that was delivering IV fluids to his body. Noah cried and I wanted to make the pain stop but I knew this was a good step for him so I just held his hand and stroked his precious face as he cried in pain (mostly when the nurse was pulling off the tape that was almost glued to his very sensitive skin).
We are this much closer to bringing our baby home.
And the thought sort of scares me. I want him to be home but at the same time we have become accustomed to having professional help around the clock if his heart rate drops or his air supply is low. So, the thought of losing that help and now carrying all the responsibility of his life feels scary, but I know God has His hand on Noah and on me. I’ve never had to do muscle therapy for my kids or be careful about feeding them too much or too little or about their development…but now I have all of that. I have this whole new way of taking care of a child and that scares me. Stepping into the unknown…but then again I have learned that the reality of life is just that. We are always stepping into the unknown.
So, I hope when I take Noah home I simply continue to do what I have always needed to do: pray and ask God for help every step of the way.
Every
Step
Of
The
Way.
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