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Day Two: Waiting

Day One: Charlie's Comfort

It rained today, great heaping buckets of the stuff cover roadways and lawns. Lakes and river and little ponds stretch their borders and gobble up ground to store the abundant cache of rainwater. I saw this when I drove home today from the hospital to relocate the kids but mostly I saw grey skies dripping on a flat, black roof a few stories below Charlie's hospital window.

It was a waiting day, and a pinching day. The vampires came to visit at six this morning and the phone rang at seven and these things brought the short night to a close. Stuart panicked at being away and came early. We waited for the doctor, waited for a diagnosis, for action, for anything. Our pastor came instead and he prayed and the phone rang during our visit. "Mom, we just finished Bible and we prayed for Charlie."

I repeated his words out loud. "Pastor Rob is here, buddy, and you are making us look good." That got a chuckle.

More waiting. Charlie sucked on popsicles. First orange and then red and then purple. Then the surgeon came. He poked and prodded; Charlie screamed. "It feels like a bronchial cleft cyst. We'll know more after the CT scan."

Back down to x-ray. A long wait. Too long to sit in a wheel chair so he laid on a stretcher with his pillow and blanket and Happy Birthday, his stuffed dog. "Lie still; don't move your head. Don't move your lips. Perfect." Then back up to the room to wait and eat more popsicles. Orange ones he decided were his favorites. The phone rang and rang with people checking in. We only told one here but news travels fast. Many reached God's hands out to us today.

I left to change clothes and check on kids and by the time I got home, Stuart had called. 'Yes, it is a cyst. It's pushing his throat closed. The surgeon doesn't want to wait. They're prepping him to operate." Cheers for a decisive doctor.

By the time kids were picked up and dropped off and the return trip made in the dark and pouring rain, Charlie was being prepped for surgery. I pulled in just as they wheeled him in to the operating room. We grabbed a quick bite and as we finished the last our our salads the phone rang. "He's good to go. We'll be bringing him up in a little bit."

The vampires met him at the door and stole another vial from our boy and this time was the final straw. Charlie stirred and whimpered, " Don't pinch." All the fight drained from his little body. Stuart's face crumpled. It's been a hard few days.

Charlie sleeps, a still easy sleep. Little body on a big hospital bed. Peaceful for the first time in days. I sit under a blanket and a load of mother guilt and wait 'til tomorrow to hear details about surgery and type of infection. "A few more days," they tell us.

I am tired.

Day Three


ValleyGirl said…
You know you're in my prayers. I trust the surgery went well.
I stopped right in the middle of reading your post and prayed for your family. Don't let Satan add to your stress by bringing up those guilty did everything that a mom would normally do when their child is sick. Who could have known that it would escalate to this?

The fact that you remembered to get his pillow and blanket, and have barely left his side shows your true character as a mother. Hope he is resting well, and I will continue to keep you guys in my prayers.

Sarah said…
Hi Kate - I hope Charlie's surgery went well. We are thinking of you guys today. I'll call later and see how he's doing.

Oh, Kate and family. I am thinking of you and praying for you. I wish you peace and sleep and more peace.
Heather C said…
Oh, Kate... I'm sitting here crying. My heart is breaking with you for your boy, and I can relate all too well to the mother guilt. Don't let the enemy do that to you. The Lord gave you these beautiful children because he knew what a wonderful mother you would be. And are. Praying for all of you right now. (((((((((hugs)))))))))))
Elise said…
Oh my. You are in my prayers- I echo Xandra- I just had to stop reading and pray. My heart races and my arms have goosebumps on them... you are a good mama, and you musn't linger beneath the guilt- He wouldn't have it!
All shall be well.
ocean mommy said…
That guilt is not from God. I know you know that in your head, I'm asking God to make it real in your heart....Praying for you all....
Mary@notbefore7 said…
So glad the source of his illness and discomfort was found and the doctor reacted quickly. Amazing when we have these moments and we see God just move in our family, in each member.

Glad Charlie is doing well.

Praying your mother's guilt is taken away by the arms of your heavenly Father....

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