Oh boy, soy!

By -
Eli remains in the hospital under the capable and close supervision of Dr. Ranne and Dr. Donovan. We really love these doctors! Eli is taking in about an ounce of the soy-based formula every three hours. So far, so good, but the verdict of a homerun is still out. Eli continues to receive adequate nutrition through his TPN in his central line. His formula is increased slowly to watch how his body reacts to the new intrusion.

Grandma Bobbie and Grandpa Marvin came for the weekend. So nice to have them here so that David and I could spend some time with Sophia. Last night at bedtime as David was preparing to return to the hospital for night duty, Sophia began crying “Why does Eli have to be sick, why, why? Does he do it just to take my daddy away from me?” Of course, this just broke our hearts right in two. David laid down with Sophia until she fell asleep with one leg propped up on him so she’d know if he moved. He did sneak out without waking her and this morning her first question for me “where’s daddy?” She really wants her baby boy and her daddy back home and so do I.

Today, we should have another day of relaxing at home while the Groves man the hospital room. Hopefully this will give Sophia her needed dose of daddy.

I had to miss church today. I really, really wanted to go, but I caught the yuck that’s going around my family and felt pretty miserable. I woke up at 11:30 just in time to listen to Deron’s sermon on “Do not worry.” I realized that I have come a really long way in my worry. No longer do the little things make me worry. And the big things really don’t seem that big any more. I know Elijah is in God’s hands and that hundreds...maybe thousands....of His people pray for him. I’ve seen God answer prayers for Elijah.

Please continue to pray this new formula works for Eli and that he reamins pain free.

I wish you each a beautiful Sunday of no worry!

With love,
Melissa

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Tell us who you are

By -
Take a minute to sign into the blog, then reply to this post. Tell me, and everyone, who you are and what Elijah means to you. If you're the friend of a friend, then you're family now. Remember, the best blog strings go on for miles. As you view our list of friends, know that we keep each of you in our prayers just as you pray for Elijah. Dave
Read more

Is God Listening? I Believe He Is...

By -
Elijah's feet will be amputated tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. Central. Tonight, both sets of grandparents are at their hotels, and so is Melissa and my sweet daughter Sophia. It's just me and Eli in the hospital room, watching TV and trying to settle down after a long day of blood draws, x-rays, measurements and several dozen forms to read and sign. Everybody keeps asking me how I'm doing tonight, because they can see something dark in my eyes. I'm trying to stay positive, but I'm somewhere between moderately jovial and barely coherent. And let's face it -- I've made it my personal mission in life to be the one who reassures everyone else, who always sees the silver lining and the ultimate goal. So when you hear me admit that I'm making the people around me sad, it's doubly upsetting, because I'm usually the person you go to when you feel sad. About ten minutes ago, I finished pouring some food into Elijah's tummy via his G-tube. After I removed the ...
Read more

16 Steps To Victory

By -
Dad reporting in, late at night (11:27 p.m.): Not a creature was stirring, until from the baby monitor there arose such a clatter, Elijah sitting up in his crib talking to himself at the top of his lungs. Seriously, a conversation complete with questions, answers, exclamations and thoughtful responses (i.e. "Hmm! Yeah!") I just had to get him out of bed and play with him, and also give him some more to eat. On the way upstairs, he asked me to put him on the floor of the foyer. Before I knew what was happening, he had climbed the first three steps of the flight leading to our second floor. These first steps curve and each have about twice the surface area of the other steps, so when he got to the first proper stair, I thought he might slow down or ask me to pick him up. Instead, he bore down on the step and said, "I'm climbing, Daddy!" And climb he did. One step, then the next, and although I had a hand hovering behind him the whole way, I never once had to use i...
Read more