Home Sweet Home

So-- I have to admit, I have been a little bit hesitant to post anything about being home. For the past four weeks, every time we expected to be home for good the carpet was yanked out from under us and we were back at Primarys. This time, I really am praying it is for good, and I have a better feeling about things this time around!

If you don't know what has happened, after our second visit to Primarys, we were home for about a week and LO got sick again. On the 4th of July he started all over with the very same symptoms-- throwing-up, no eating/drinking, lots of pain. We called and Primarys had us come right back. My wonderful parents met us at the hospital and took the girls. After a long Sunday afternoon checking in, then a long Monday full of more x-rays and anther CT scan, the found out that he had a bowel obstruction. They had to operate that Monday evening. The surgeon said that he found a mass of scar tissue tangled around his small intestine, and that his colon had just shrunk. They had to drain his intestines, take off the scar tissue, and sew him back up-- of course. He was one tired and sad little boy the next day. It was a really long week, but we came home-- again! We have been home a week now and things seem to be much better this time. He is eating so much more and hopefully putting back those 6 pounds he lost the last month.

Thanks so much for all of your prayers and love. It has been a crazy summer, and I have learned a lot. We are so grateful for family and friends and most of all for the gospel of Jesus Christ. I really do not know what we would have done without our faith through all this. The Spirit guided us and comforted so often-- it was the Spirit that saved his life. We never would have taken him in-- who knew a two year old could have a ruptured appendix in the first place??

If there is one thing that I am learning, looking back I know that Heavenly Father loves us so much-- and I see that so clearly when going through tough times. I really don't like the tough times, but I sure can see when the Lord has guided me and comforted me through them. I don't like to think about what could have happened, but sometimes I ask myself if I could have the same faith if the worst had happened. I sure hope I could-- and frankly, I saw people with so many more burdens than we had while we were at Primarys and they were handling them with faith.

There is one thing I know, the things I learn through these experiences are like precious pearls to me-- I wouldn't trade the knowledge I gained for anything. I realize that through some rough things I might have to go through, I won't recognize the value of it until quite possibly the afterlife-- but I do know that eventually, if I stay faithful, I will see the precious knowledge gained through it all. Honestly, I wish there were easier ways for me to learn sometimes, but when all is said and done, I am so grateful for the "pearls" in the end.