My Life

My life is good.

I just cuddled up on the bed(so what if its a hospital bed) next to the most precious baby girl in this world. She rubbed my face with her little hands, pulled my hair with her fingers, and threw my glasses on the floor. She wanted to poke her nails in my eyes, but a mom's got to draw the line some where. Besides, I need my eyes so that I might see the miracles of God himself as I stare into her little face. She is so beautiful.

A sleepy little girl who just won't give up lies next to me. Her eyes are so tired, but her hands are so busy. She has removed her diaper about a hundred times tonight. She refuses to keep her pulse oxigination probe on. The chest tube? good thing its stitched into her side and fastened under a tight bandage because she loves to grab it and shake it all around. All of her lead wires are wrapped around her body as if she were hanging the garland on a Christmas tree. I have no idea how she manages to do this. Her eyes sparkle with trouble tonight and I all I can think is how good my life is.

As I type she is watching a DVD her daddy made of her while she was a brand new baby in the NICU at Medical City. The music is beautiful and calming. She loves to see "the" baby being held by her daddy, her mommy, and her Blake and Allie. I sometimes think she is remembering as she watches. I know its crazy, but the look in her eyes just kind of tells me so. Its the perfect way to fall asleep. Surrounded by her family. She is loved. Loved like no other.

Across three or four states, about 700 miles away from this hospital room, Dave and our two older children are tucked into a hotel bed. By now they are dreaming of tomorrow's game, home runs, and the big leagues, but I know that before they closed their eyes their Dad prayed with them. Thanking God for all our blessings, for our family, for their baby sister, and the opportunities He has given to us. Although I long to be with them tonight, my heart finds peace knowing I can trust their dad to take care of them, and even bigger than that my heart knows I can trust God to watch over all three of them. My life is good.

Ashley Kate's day started out a little rough. A high fever. The shakes. A little nausea. Fussiness and a few extra x-rays. By the afternoon it had all passed and she had one of her best days since we were admitted. If you had a chance to view the previous post then you might be able to see just how ornery she ended up being today. What joy my heart felt to see that little girl sit up and cause as much trouble as she could. That tongue of hers stuck out the entire day and no one was safe. She gave it to anyone who came in to "bother" her. I wanted to correct her, but she was just too cute. That combined with her pouty bottom lip was just too much. My life is good.

I'm ready to kick back in "my" recliner and close my eyes. Tomorrow is another day. It was supposed to be the day we were flying home, but for some reason it just wasn't meant to be. I wonder what tomorrow does hold for us here in Omaha? No matte what it is, I know that my life is good because I've been given a front row seat to love on this baby. Goodnight my friends. Take care. Trish