Keeping Hope Alive

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Elijah remains in the hospital today receiving IV antibiotics and recovering from yesterday's surgery to prematurely remove the rod in his left arm. Today, I am disappointed to see a more wobbly wrist than I had hoped. The rod was to stay in place until Elijah's bones had fused his wrist straight. That is not the case today. We have applied Eli's splint in hopes of maintaining the correction, but I just do not know if it will work. The docs at Shriners in Shreveport will be the final say next week when Dave and Eli make the trip.

Eli is happy until any one in scrubs walks into the room, then he cries until they leave. I don't blame him. He's been through some rough stuff. He isn't sleeping well at night either.

Sophia is down right ready for her dad to be home. She and he have a peculiar bedtime ritual that I just cannot fulfill for her. It involves throws, throw downs and walk aways (Sophia's names for the different stuff they do). All I do is read a book and it just doesn't measure up. Docs say we'll be here a few more days before Eli will be considered for release.

Thanks for your prayers!

Love to all,
Melissa

Comments

Anonymous said…
Please let me know if there is anything (other than praying!) that I can do to help you all.

Love,
Amy Ball
November 11, 2008 at 7:40 PM
Angela Stevens said…
I totally understand your frustration. I am praying for you and covet your prayers for Aaron and our sanity as well.

Angela
November 11, 2008 at 9:46 PM
Emily Kaye said…
Keeping you all in my prayers and hoping Sophia has her bedtime ritual returned to normal "soon." Also...great idea with the Amazon wish lists! That will definitely make shopping easier! :-)

Love and Kisses,
Emily Kaye
November 12, 2008 at 11:47 AM
Lora L Roberts said…
Hey Ramirez family, I'm so sorry but just hang in there. I know when Jeremy had the shunt revision and it got infected I couldn't understand why, but you know after that he just thrived. We never know what GOD has in store. I'm in Utah for a conference but checked my email, wish I could be there to come by and see Mr. Eli
Lora
November 12, 2008 at 7:16 PM
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