From the 5th Floor

 I haven't written from this vantage point in a long time! We've been out of the ER and hospital stay rhythm for so long, it feels really weird and brand new all over again. But what a great problem to have. 

I don't have much to say at the moment. Although, I think every time I say that I end up going on and on about all the things, so...we'll see. 

Judah is sleeping comfortably for now. The main concern is his unexplained low sodium level right now, so they'll do a finger poke in another 20 or so - he should pass out easily again after that and hopefully sleep right through vitals the rest of the night. 

The fluids and med they pushed through the IV perked him up some. Enough to explain to his nurse why he named his leg bag "King George III" and get hungry. Where else can you get chicken nuggets and fries delivered to your room at 10:30 at night? He practically inhaled that, but then passed out pretty quick. Eating dinner was just a little taxing apparently. 

I was weepy down in the ER when the doc said, "admit". Really sad and disappointed, on top of tired and hungry. It was embarrassing to cry in front of the doctor. Judah's chart outs me as a seasoned mom who knows the ropes. One little overnight should not be a big deal. Get it together, lady! (Thanks to the Office Ladies podcast I now call everyone lady.) I knew in my head that I wanted to handle this differently. No, we have not been here for a long time and it feels a little like starting something unpleasant all over again. However, I decided that I wanted to experience thankfulness and light. So, clearly something needed to change. 

Here's the deal: God totally started showing me all these little things that I could be grateful for. He just...showed up. Carried me. Comforted me. It's hard to explain. It's not like I did anything super spiritual. He really just provided exactly what my heart needed - little things every few moments to carry me through - and gave me eyes to recognize it. And through that He calmed my spirit. 

So, here are just a few things that I'm thankful for:

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Fuzzy blankets from Grandma's house

A son with a tender heart 

A daughter who packs an overnight bag as if she crawled inside my head and knew all the things I would need AND all the things I would love, but wouldn't have actually packed for myself

A granny that delivers

Quiet

A room with a view

A male nurse 

My Bible on the windowsill next to me

Ridiculously large avocado blankets

Rest for Judah

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OK, I'm tired. Vitals and finger poke and morning will be here before I know it. And then Judah will be up and asking for breakfast. Because for some reason, hospital breakfast is magical and marvelous to him. No idea. But I love that he loves the little things, too.

Yeah, that was definitely more than I thought I had to say. 

Well, at least I'm consistent.