Sunday, March 3, 2013

Charlies hospital stay and a tender moment

So its 819pm and I have to go to bed because my stickler of a baby won't let me have the tv on in his hospital room. Humph.

But here's my tender mercies moment. A while ago I was asked to help with a stake service project by cutting fleece for blankets to take to primary childrens hospital. I HAAAAAATE fleece, with a fierce passion. So it was not my favorite thing. But every time I found myself rushing through and maybe getting sloppy, I told myself to take care of these blankets because of the special spirits they will go to. Honestly at some points I thought this is silly, no one is going to care about these blankets, the hospitals have a bajillion blankets. But I did it anyway.

Fast forward to today. In the er this afternoon charlie got poop on his fuzzy blankie. His blankie smells like home, and I wanted him to have it to sleep with, he likes to rub his face against it. They can't really wash it for me, but when I told my nurse I thought he'd sleep better with it, she left for a minute, and then came back.

With a fleece blanket.

I got a little choked up as I reached for it and wrapped charlie in it. He instantly started rubbing his face in it and drifted to sleep. I was wrong. That fleece blanket made all the difference, especially because I knew it was donated and someone somewhere put service and heart into it.  

I am grateful for this banket, it made me appreciate the service project. And I am grateful for the service project, it made me appreciate this blanket.

I am grateful for this trial my son is having, it makes me appreciate his health. I am grateful, so very grateful, that I get to wake up in the morning and go across the hall to greet my sons smiling faces, and that I don't have to drive to a hospital probably missing their adorable morning stoopers.

I am grateful for those that DO have to go through the trial of having their children stay in a hospital longer-term, they provide strength and a backbone to our community.

I am just grateful.

At this time, in this trial, in this moment, I have nothing but gratitude.

1 comment:

The Viewer said...

What a great story. Thanks for sharing. What a sweet little boy. I'm glad he is home now.