Still Good

This is what I started typing yesterday, but I never got it posted.

Mackynlee slept so peacefully last night. She has also rested a good bit today. (I have too.) She has become more and more alert. Her eyes are looking more and more normal. Today she would actually look at people when they would enter the room. She has been watching me move around the room. She did not seem to be bothered with the lights in the hallway at all tonight. We sat in the hallway for long periods of time and she would just look around. Her eyes have only looked funny a few times today, and that has been for short periods of time.

Same news today. We both rested very good last night. This morning she has been making the weird movement with her eyes. She also pulls her head back and to the right. Doctors say this will go away. Praying it will.

She has actually been saying Ma quite a bit. NANANANABOOBOO: Dada!! She is also smiling at me. I have seen very few smiles from her since Saturday.

Right now I am waiting patiently on details about when our angel flight will be bringing us to MS.

I have come across this story numerous times. I decided to share it with you. Many have said to me how they hate that I am still here at the hospital, etc. I have shared sorrows and laughter with two other heart moms this week. Although I am so ready to come home, I will miss both of them so much. I would much prefer being home with Shelby and Connor, but I have made the best of my time here. We do have to look for the good in all of life's not so good situations. I have enjoyed every minute of my time with Diane and Nichol. Keep these two ladies, their families, and their babies in your prayers. Here's the story.

A Room With a View

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue...
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.

MONEY CANNOT BUY THE RELATIONSHIP I HAVE MADE WITH NICHOL AND DIANE IN THESE PAST FEW WEEKS!! I AM SO BLESSED TO KNOW THEM!

Psalm 121:7-8
The LORD will keep you from all harm— he will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.