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We are home. Made the journey yesterday. Elijah slept most of the trip, which was a huge blessing for us. He was excited to be home, but as soon as we finally pulled into the garage, he started to cry because he knew he would be picked up and it would  hurt. He was picked up, and it did hurt. I just cannot describe how it feels to watch your child endure such pain. Unless you too have experienced this,  I'm not sure one can even imagine it. When we change Eli's diaper he begs us not to, "No momma." With all of my heart,  I want to leave the diaper alone, but that would just lead to other problems.

The pay off for this pain will be fabulous,  but for now, it just hurts really badly. Please pray for Elijah's recovery to speed like a freight train.

love you all,
Melissa

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Anonymous said…
We are praying and sharing your pain for Eli. G.Bobbie & G.Marvin
July 24, 2010 at 9:10 AM
Anonymous said…
OK I'm not there but I wonder if Eli could learn some pain management techniques like I hear about in Lamaze? It seems like using a focal point and learning to breathe purposefully might be something that would give him a little power or a diversion... Maybe Sophia could coach him? Just a thought. Still praying. minipak
July 24, 2010 at 10:55 AM
Lora L Roberts said…
I am glad that you all are home, there is no place like home. I am so sorry that Eli is in so much pain, I just can't imagine
July 24, 2010 at 6:07 PM
Hewett Happenings said…
Praying his pain is short-lived. Hannah was so young, and hadn't been through so many surgeries, and I don't remember her being in a lot of pain. I know I would have been still begging for pain meds a lot longer than she seemed to need them.

Can't wait to see pics of him up and getting around.
July 24, 2010 at 7:06 PM
Anonymous said…
Eli - I pray that God sends his angels to wrap you up and sooth you to sleep. You inspire all of us. Look forward to meeting you in person.
July 24, 2010 at 11:31 PM
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