He thinks bandaids and such are toys attached to him. I'm not gonna be the one to tell him otherwise.
Being at Children's so much, I've gotten to know a lot of the nurses and hospital workers. Walking through the halls, I recognize almost everyone that works there. I even recognize several families. I remember our first couple appointments and how we didn't know where anything was and it felt so overwhelming.
Today I went by myself with Mark and it was almost unreal thinking back to how I felt those first couple times. I pray for those families who spend a lot more time there than us. I pray they know God or find him soon. That he can carry them through like he did us.
One thing people say to me often is that they bet I never thought this would happen to us. I don't know where they are coming from or what they mean by that. I've always thought that at any moment our life could change, that something exactly like this or worse could happen to us. Why not? Bad things happen. And no one is immune to it. We live in a world where there is pain and suffering.
What I didn't realize before was that the pain and suffering change you to your core. God has never been more relevant or tangible in our lives. That is a blessing. There is hope in our pain. The reminder that this life is short lived. That we have a purpose on this earth. To live for God.