As I sit outside of this hospital in the dark, in this glorious rain, I can't help but be thankful. I can't help but praise God for my beautiful family that is waiting inside for me. My dear dear Small Frye, who despite everyone bustling around him, is fighting so hard inside. His little body is in complete "war" mode, and it's fighting. Fighting.
I am thankful for that.
And despite our unfortunate transfer tomorrow to a town miles away from family, miles away from anything we know, we are still thankful. People are actually trying to help. No longer are we told that "everything is normal. Oh, he will grow out of it." This doctor, these nurses are actually trying to fix what is broken. I am thankful for that.
Also, tonight I want to pray for all of the other mothers out there. The moms who never gave up on life. The moms who went from doctor to doctor, and from hospital to hospital, looking for answers. Then there are others. The moms who have felt the pain of losing a child, and fought the losing side of the battle. I want to pray for all the moms out there tonight, cause being a mom, and watching your heart beat outside your body, is not easy. Especially when that heart isn't beating just right.
Thank you Lord.