I have always felt inadequate and awkward when it comes to comforting someone in a challenge, a struggle, someone who is facing life changing realities, or someone who is mourning. I have thoughts that swirl around about how bad I feel for them, how I would like to do or say something to help them get through the difficult situation, or thoughts about how I could help. I usually fail to act or say much due to my insecurities about saying or doing "the right thing".
I am learning. God is teaching me through this journey, that it's not really WHAT is said, but the love and honesty behind the words. It's the little acts of care and thoughfulness....however small or insignificant seeming, that makes all the difference in how lonely or scary your situation feels. Thank you for all the little things that are carrying us and warming our hearts.
Some of the little things:
Jeff, our nurse from 7pm to 7am, who offered to bring in a real bed (even though that is not "allowed" for parents) for me to sleep on last night to get a better night's rest.
Amy, who drove all the way to Sacramento to bring Emma her glasses.
Bethany, who painted Emma's toes......twice.
Nate, who simply texted me "love you guys".
Janet and Sharee, who baked us homemade bread.
Kim, our day nurse who issued me a parking pass for a whole month.....even though it should have only been for 3 days. ($1 per hour of parking every time we are here can really add up).
Anissa and Chris, who sent a care package from Illinois complete with a portable DVD player for Emma.
Carmen, who packed me a "mom's hospital survival kit" in a beautiful floral tote bag with everything to make any hospital stay more bearable.
Notes and cards for Emma and for us.
We hope to be discharged tomorrow. Emma is feeling good. We will go home to rest for less than 24 hours and then come back early Friday morning for her port placement surgery. The journey continues....