Wow!

I was just looking back at some of my older posts, which is interesting because I have never done that before.

I re-read the below, which was posted days before Kenley’s surgery.

When Moses was trying to lead the people out of Egypt, he was afraid that nobody would listen to him. He expressed those fears to the Lord saying, “What if they do not believe me or listen to me and say, ‘The Lord did not appear to you’?” (Exodus 4:1).

My bible gives an-easy-to-understand-insight about each passage. When I went back to this verse, I saw where I had underlined the below comments:

Moses’ fear was caused by over anticipation. He was worried about how the people might respond to him. We often build up events in our minds and then panic over what might go wrong. God does not ask us to go where he has not provided the means for help. Go where he leads, trusting him to supply courage, confidence, and resources at the right moment.

How true did that end up being for our family, specifically me. When I read the part about God providing the means for help- my mind immediately recollects the image of all the brilliant doctors rushing to Kenley’s bedside as her heart rate beat from 100 to 248! God provided the
“means for help” at that very moment.

At a time when you feel so helpless watching your child’s body doing something so foreign that you feel like you are moving in slow motion to get help, and hearing the doctors use terms like “hairy procedure” and “you are free to stay but it might be better if you go somewhere else”- you have two choices. You can be frightened beyond being able to function, or you can pray and ask God to watch over your child and to get her through whatever it is that is happening at that very moment.

In that moment, making that choice, God is supplying us with courage. Without him at a time like that, one would just fall apart.

But he provided the courage (to Kenley), the confidence (to her surgeon, cardiologist, critical care physician, PCICU head nurse, attending nurse etc) and the resources (heart medicine, pain medicines, anti anxiety meds, PICU room, nurses, technology).

God doesn’t fail us- it can be easy to want doubt him ‘in the midst of it all’- and think he may have forgotten that prayer we sent up just last night- but he is always there, and always listening. And luckily for my baby girl, answering.

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Why no blog?

I have not been blogging lately however that is not because there hasn’t been anything to talk about. Quite the contrary!

Britton started school yesterday- she is in the 4 year old class, which makes her the “seniors” at the local preschool. She went from a size 7 shoe last summer, to a size 10.5. The school policy is closed toe shoes, so Big Daddy had to run to our local department store Sunday night to pick up the white, mary Jane keds I had placed on hold for him.

Much to my shagrin, Britton owns sandals and crocs and a couple ‘mary-jane-ish‘ shoes for the summer time. One pair, her red shoes, she wore to the very first day of preschool when she was 2. She outgrew them today. Big moment in our house. Those little shoes will be put in the “small clothes” cloth box that lines the top of her closet. In about 7 years, maybe they will fit Kenley who is still in a size 3 diaper.

I plotted her on the growth chart yesterday (I am a big growth chart plotter mom since having Kens) and she is in the 30th percentile. Nothing that a little ice cream-with-every-meal can’t cure! I got those rolls on the legs before, and I can get them on there again.

Kenley is doing well- she is still sweating an awful lot and seems to be in the most pain when she wakes up from her 3-4 hour naps. I think it is because she has been laying down, chest/ribs relax and hurt her broken sternum.

Additionally, she fell the last two nights. Not fun! I hate hearing what I have dubbed, her pain cry. There is a definite difference, as any mom knows, between the ‘I am tired and cranky cry’ and the ‘help me mama I am in so much pain cry’.

I’ve had my fair share of the latter and hope the days will gradually become few and far between.

No pictures to post tonight, I haven’t been any good at taking them this week. I felt like a bad mom yesterday when I looked around and noticed that all the other moms were taking pictures of their children on the first day of school. Even in the 4 year old class.

Not me, I had to beg Britton to slow down, as I walked her into school yesterday. I was pushing Kenley in the stroller, chasing after Britton saying, “Wait for mommy Britton, I want to come with you!”… .

I think 4 years old is going to be a great year for us!

What a difference A Week Makes


Posted are pictures from today, and also from last Thursday.

Last week at this time, Kenley has been taken off the respirator and was now more alert and in much more pain.

Today, she got to go on a golf cart ride with

Mommy and Daddy and ate fried shrimp and grits for supper!
The first photo is before she was taking off the respirator for the second time (Wed).
The second photo is Kenley sitting with her arms up- we put her highchair in the living room. Pops thought of this ingenious idea- it provides support to her back, and eliminates mommy having to hold her (which, although she loves this, hurts her incision and broken sternum).

Self Confidence- Part II

Sassy picked up Britton after lunch today- for some one on one time. She is even spending the night! From our house, she took her to Great Clips for a much needed haircut.

Britton has been on a kick lately where she doesn’t want to wear bows, clips or rubberbands in her hair. Her reason? Pwincessiss don’t where clips in dare hare.

Mom said that she overhead the following conversation Britton was having with her hairdresser:

HD- Where do you go to school?
B- Well, I used to go to da bible school, now I go to XX school.
HD- Oh, I see. What is your name?
B- Bwitton Wobinson. My hare wooks so pwetty.
HD- You sure are pretty.
B-My hare wooks so pwetty.

And then tonight, when I called her at Sassy’s house to ask her about her day- she told me, “I got my hare cut whree (three) inches today!”

Mom said she must have overheard her telling the woman to cut three inches.

Wish I had some pix to post!

Kens Update

Kenley walked for the first time today since her surgery! She is only taking the codine at night and seems to be in a little less pain, than she was yesterday.

Yesterday, I would find her lying in her crib with big tears running down her cheek, to pained and weak to cry aloud.

I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Britton starts school next week- the 4 year old class. amazing!!