God Is Our Refuge

In God is my safety and glory,

The rock of my strength.

Take refuge in God, all you people.

Trust him at all times.

Pour out your hearts before him

For God is our refuge.

~Psalm 62: 8-9

Reassuring way to start the morning.  My sense of time is all out of whack.  After spending 17 days in Omaha and now having been up at the hospital with the Imp the last 3 nights, I feel like time has been suspended.  Haven't watched the news or read the paper(although I have kept up on the Rays...just one game back.  They've been playing some great ball) and it's hard to believe it's August 4th already.  
The Imp was looking really good last night.  Looks more peaked this morning and while she's had real food the amount is minuscule.  My mantra as I watch my little one has been, "I trust in you, O God"  It lowers my stress and gets me focused on the important stuff.
We are so fortunate that she is in a private room.  Been looking for the bright spots in all of this.  The doctor said well know a lot more tomorrow as to how long the drain has to stay in and whether she can start to be weaned to oral vs. the IV antibiotics.  
Hubby is coming up to the hospital after church and I'll run down to the Mass here in the hospital chapel at noon.  I'm hoping to go home shortly after that so I can do some laundry and pick up milk and such from the store.  Planning on a nap in there somewhere, too.

Nights in the Hospital

I am once again sitting up in a hospital room in the middle of the night.  Lots of time to think when the rest of the world sleeps, except I'm not sure anyone sleeps in a hospital.  Where we are now is incredibly loud and active for two o'clock in the morning.
I've lived in Tampa the last 18 years and this is the first time I've been up in a room.  Very fortunate not to have had to come before, yet this is the 3rd hospital I've spent significant time in this year.  I guess I'm making up for lost time.
The Imp is resting, but was up a few minutes ago.  The activity woke me from my latest nap and now I've had just enough sleep to feel a little tired but not sleepy.  And truthfully the 'sleep chair' here in her room isn't comfortable enough for sleep unless you're exhausted.  On the positive side of this hospitalization is the fact that tomorrow the Singer will come up to the hospital and I can run home to take a real power nap.
This year really has been surreal.  If I start to list all that's happened in the past 12 months it sounds made-up.  It was a year ago that Hubby's dad began his real decline and Hubby spent the month of September up in Sharon, PA.   What a good decision that was.  He will always be thankful for that time with his dad.  And for the time with his mom and his in-town siblings.  But it seems we've gone from crisis to crisis since then.  We both love routine, planning, and structure.  We miss it terribly.
The plan was for the Imp to return to Jacksonville tomorrow.  Not looking like that's going to happen and we really can't plan on when she'll return till we get her well.  So much for routine, planning and structure.
My poor Imp hasn't been very imp-ish lately.  Surgery on July 9, then laparoscopy on the 19th, fever starting on the 23rd, and back in the hospital on August 1st.   She's been a trooper but has no reserves left.  She's lost a lot of weight, too.  I am looking forward to her impish ways returning as she begins to feel better.  Not sure exactly what is going to happen in the morning, but I think a drain will have to be put in.  She's already had 4 regiments of antibiotics tonight and her fever is gone.

I feel bad for the Singer as well.  I haven't had much time with her.  In fact we had annex a little
mom/daughter time this evening, before we ended up in the ER.  Guess we'll try for tomorrow.   She leaves for Murray State on the 10th.