I'm glad that week is over. Being away from home at the hospital when everything was hitting was really hard. But thanks to the prayers of family and friends, we all made it through last week and are feeling great.The boys continue to rock their recovery. They came home Thursday night after breaking the hospital record for recovering from their particular surgery. They spend all day and night in our comfy great-room chairs surrounded by pillows, but I make them get up several times a day and take a lap around the main floor. Yesterday they even stood up at the bar to eat their lunches. They still can't lift their arms much or bend down, so I have to wash their hair, help them get dressed and reach their things for them, but they are doing really well. Maybe that's the Percocet they are taking talking, but things improve drastically for them every day.
We were very aware last week of the great blessings we have. While my boys were there for a corrective surgery with a quick, albeit quite painful, recovery, we saw many children who were in the hospital for very serious conditions. The first morning when Joel woke up he said, "Wow. There were a lot of babies born last night." I told him there were no babies born in that hospital, but the babies he heard crying had just been through surgery. He got teary and said that he had never realized that a baby would have to have surgery. And then there were the kids we saw walking the halls who clearly are struggling with major medical problems and we felt so grateful for the blessing of good health. At the same time we felt inspired by these brave kids pushing an IV pole around with 5 different bags going into 5 different tubes. They had big smiles and were as sweet as could be. It was so humbling to be there. The family next door to Jacob's room was there for their daughter's 14th surgery. Another dad I met in the elevator had been there for 5 weeks with his daughter, who said that everything that could have gone wrong with her surgery had gone wrong. And here I was leaving the hospital with my 2 boys who had made a miraculous recovery. No wonder I was so emotional last week!
Our friend (who is also our bishop) who lost his eye last week is feeling upbeat and better about his situation. Abram is great and completely at peace with the random events that led up to the whole eye injury thing. Mark is holding up as he has stepped in and taken care of the many church responsibilities that fell on his shoulders this week while our bishop is out for a few weeks recovering, including conducting and speaking at the funeral of the amazing man in our ward who died of cancer this week. Mark was able to keep his composure and say just the right things, which was a great blessing. We all loved this man and were inspired by his courageous battle with cancer.
Friday after the funeral I went to the kids' school and got them all out early. After a very heavy week, I was ready to get the party started and begin Christmas vacation.
The kids are all out of school this week. This means cookies, cookies, crafts, movies, more movies, some cleaning, and lots of fun. I love Christmas break. Hopefully I will be posting some pictures of the cute sewing projects I have been dying to get around to.
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I'm in love with your gingerbread men. I love your trees too, but I'm the lone gingerbread lover! Scott, and everyone one else is devouring your trees. They are the best. Thank you thank you!! p.s. Ian is having fun with the mike. We'll bring it back next week.
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