So New Year's Eve became Christmas, New Year's Day was Christmas and New Year's Eve, and Saturday, two days after "Christmas" we took everything down. It felt kinda fast. But I have to admit, it's nice to have things back to normal, whatever that is.
This year, we did a lot of homemade gifts. (Side benefit of being in the hospital, more time for crocheting.) I didn't realize that my girls were doing the same. The love that goes into each stitch, each carve of the knife. What a blessing to be able to focus on one person and pray for them as you work on something special.
This past year has been a rougher one for Aaron. We managed to stay home from the hospital in January. In fact, we went in to the ER and managed to come HOME again that night. (I think we did that twice this year, amazing!) But in February, he picked up a flu-like virus and ended up in the hospital. As soon as we could manage it at home, we checked out so as not to pick up something else "wonderful."
June was a really fast trip, only a 14 hour admit! But it was scary, too. He had a massive asthma attack that I didn't recognize in time to get ahead of it. It was ugly, 'nough said.
|Beautiful creations by our girls. One did our|
family tree in cross stitch and the other carved
soaps for each one representing an interest.
November found us back in the hospital with, wait for it ... yeah, rhino, again! This time he actually did really well. It was mostly a watch and wait for him to get back 'cause he was in sorta okay shape when we got there, but hadn't hit the peak yet. We were very aggressive with his care and managed to work through things pretty well.
I guess he took that as a challenge though, or maybe he wasn't back up to speed yet just before Christmas. We lifeflighted in two days before Christmas, and it was a really rough go of it for a day or two. Not rough as in "we'll be needing to do a little extra here." Rough as in "don't you dare give up on me yet, child." I don't remember ever seeing him as sick as he was this time. I know we've never needed the amount of support they put him on. I don't know what to say except that I'm so grateful for prayer and for his fighting spirit.
Which brings us to today. He's doing better. He came home much sicker than he has before because we were trying to get home for "Christmas." He's still be on more of his asthma medicine and more often, than he usually is. But yesterday, we pulled back to his normal "sick" schedule. And today, we're going to try just let him tell us if he needs it. Scaling back, it's good.
He's now on house arrest except for school and doctor's appointments, and if the season gets much worse, we may revisit that as well. Love my bug. Gonna do all we can to keep him healthy.