So, with appointments arranged for regular check-ups, and all the supplies we needed, including oxygen, we took our son home.
Coming home was a little scary! From time to time, I wished we were back in the safety of the hospital just in case something went wrong. Days and nights went by with monitors beeping while we constantly checked oxygen levels and monitored food intake. But within a few months, the doctor took him off the oxygen and after one more visit, he said he didn't need to see him anymore. Sooner than anyone expected!
My son is now 4 years old. If you saw him you'd never know there was anything wrong with him. Besides the scars under his shirt from stents and drainage tubes, there are no signs of what he went through.
I look back now and remember that the doctors had no plan, but God did. I couldn't hold my son at first, but God held him in His loving arms the whole time. No one at the hospital could cure him, but God could!
Some say that my son has a purpose. That purpose is clear to me. He is living proof that if you give your problems to God, He will take care of them. No matter what we have planned, it is His plan that we have to trust.
I don't know how people cope with losing a child, or how they take care of children with special needs. I just pray that they look to God even when it seems that they are not in the comfort of His arms.
I would like to thank everyone who prayed for my son. And I'd especially like to thank my family: my husband, for the weekend trips to Cincinnati, my parents and sister for always being there when I needed them, my mother-in-law for babysitting and praying and my young daughter, Maranda. She didn't always understand what was going on, but she brought a smile to my face when I needed it.
My son is on the go all the time -- non-stop. I'm hoping I will never see him get worn out as doctors predicted. His middle name is Boot, which fits him perfectly since he is "still kicking" to this day.
When someone says, "You have your hands full!" I reply, "My hands are blessed!"
Thank you, God!
Horton is a writer who lives in Nitro and can be reached at peg...@suddenlink.net