Labor Day Weekend

I hope you are enjoying your Labor Day weekend. Mine has been awesome, wonderful, I don't think I could ever top the excitement of it. Hope you can sense the sarcasm.

All weekend we were in the PICU with Gabe who was admitted at 6:30 early Friday morning. We didn't sleep at all Thursday night, being on the phone with doctors, packing Gabe up for his trip to the hospital, and driving hazily down New Hampshire Ave. at 4 am. So no sleep Thursday night. All day on Friday explaining to 50 different people why we brought Gabe in [we were told we HAD to] and then we crash at home Friday night. Back up in the morning, back down to the hospital, and I was there all day by myself. Fun. Ginny came to keep me company at night and I had fun playing with her kids! It's astonishing for me to play with a normal, healthy baby who moves her body every which way and cooes and laughs. It makes the tiny advances Gabe is making seem so miniscule. But I know he is starting all over again from scratch. Ginny called it reborn!

Sunday morning we were still running on empty and I couldn't get it together to go to church so I went to Target instead when I could finally get out of the house which was like noon.

On Sunday Dad took me back down to the hospital to help Shaun pack up and bring Gabe home! We wiped his PICU room of supplies since they tell you you can take whatever supplies are in there; however we didn't even leave til 6pm.

Home sweet home again for Gabe, except we found out on lo and behold there was no nurse coming. Mind you we called on FRIDAY to confirm there would be a nurse Sunday when Gabe came home and Monday despite being Labor Day. We are beyond pissed at this nursing agency. We are actively finding a new agency. We've given them MORE than enough chances to get their acts together! We need dependability; honestly THE most stressful part of being home is dealing with the nursing agency! Isn't that horrible?

So.... Sunday night, no sleep again. Today, stuck at home because no one can come over, we can't go anywhere, and we are officially isolated from life outside of home and the hospital. Did I mention I watched ALL 3 kids so Shaun could sleep this morning (after being up til 5) and then the nurse ended up being 2 1/2 hours late?

This is a snapshot of me watching them!

Sitting outside on the picnic table out on the back deck later today, I was feeling extremely bad for myself. Thinking of everyone at the beach this weekend and people having cookouts and we're stuck here. Then I heard a seagull. Yes a seagull, in New Market, Maryland. I really felt like God was bringing the beach to me, since I couldn't be there. And I also think it was a promise that one day, we will be at the beach. I nearly cried that He loves me so much he would think to bring me a seagull. Patience young grasshopper, The Lord must be telling me.

Hope you enjoy your weekend. At least I got to hear a seagull.