This past week has been crazy insane! There is no better way to put it. In fact, the last several weeks since coming home from Christmas in Oregon has been crazy. But, isn't that how life typically is?
This week has been one of frustration for Amanda, and for me, too, as her mom. Seeing your child hurt and being unable to help them is not a fun situation to be in. Amanda suffers from migraines (just like her mama), which I feel so horrible for her. I would never wish it upon anyone to have migraines. Amanda's migraines have been very well controlled for 2 years, from when she was first hospitalized with them at the start of her diagnosis.
Monday started off as a typical day but by afternoon time Amanda was hit with a migraine. And this migraine proved to be a bear!! Nothing we did could control it and break its vicious cycle, and ultimately after spending 14 hours in the Phx Children's ER, Amanda was admitted to the hospital for IV pain meds (after 14 hours of pain meds in the ER, too) and so we settled in, even though neither of us really wanted to be there.
We have the most AMAZING neurologist who truly cares for her patients and wants what is best for each one individually. We opted to keep Amanda and extra night in the hospital, (decision made by the doctor and I) and would reevaluate how she was doing on Saturday (today).
So, after day 6 of a migraine, it is still not totally gone, but has diminished in intensity considerably, from a 10 to a 5. As a result, we will be going home to have close outpatient monitoring on prescription meds.
These past several days has been a test of my faith in God. I prayed more fervently than I have ever prayed in a long time. Don't get me wrong, prayer is very much a part of my life, but I definitely "hit the floor" starting Thurs for Amanda's healing and for NOT staying in the hospital. But, as my life verse says, For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord...., God's will ultimately was for Amanda to stay in the hospital to get aggressive care that would be impossible to have outside the hospital. I am not upset with God's will; I embrace His will in everything to the best of my ability. Despite all the tears cried and the feeling of deep despair I endured, I knew I was not alone, and I knew Amanda was not alone. Each tear I cried fell right where they were intended to fall, down my cheeks right into the hands of God.
Amanda is not out of the woods 100% yet, but making great progress!
My God is faithful, and truly has the perfect plan for each of our lives!
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