LIFE....

… can be pretty much summed up in Coby’s sweet prayer tonite… here are a few snippits… I had to rush in here to type them before I forgot
"…. Thank you for my mommy that she cooks for me at Sonic [don’t judge me… I do cook (some), but tonite was half-price burger night and we had basketball practice at 5:30 and soccer at 6:30, so there was positively NO hesitation in the last minute sonic run]
…. And thank you for my daddy that he works when I go nite-nite [clint is on the night shift (again) this month, and I am about to check myself into the loony bin… he is working 12-13 hour nights and sleeping most of the day, poor guy! The boys still see him pretty often, but this momma is going nuts!!]…
…And help Micah not to have strep throat and miss his school [because he had it last week… after his tonsillectomy and all that craziness! Who knew you could get strep after a tonsillectomy!] … and help Cason not to fight with me when I get home from kindergarten… and help Bryson not to be ugly and throw his food…
… And help me to obey your laws and to get 'bath-timesd' so I can die and go to live in your house in heaven.... Amen." [then he opened his eyes and asked me, "Mommy, does God have one of those big houses that has the stairs?"] :o)

And I will close with a precious picture of my boys… this is the new part of our bedtime routine… Micah is reading like a champ and he loves to get to do his "reading homework" by reading aloud to his brothers! Plus, this helps me since I am doing the whole routine by myself. While Micah is reading stories to his brothers, I am rushing around like a mad woman getting everything laid out for the next day so we can all be dressed, fed, packed up, and loaded up by 7:15 am!

Complications

So I take back what I said in the previous post.... I have now experienced the longest night of my life. Everyone was all snug in their beds last night when I heard Micah cry out at about midnight. I went in to check on him and give him a drink, etc. He had blood all over his face, jammies, pillow, etc. It was a scary sight. So we called the dr and he advised us to meet him in the ER. So, 1:00am micah and I headed into austin to the ER while clint stayed here with the other 3 boys. He vomited twice in the hospital, and when they saw the amount, things started moving quickly. I was scared, but thankful that they werent dragging their feet becasue he was in a lot of pain, and I was ready to do what it took to ease it! By 2:00, they had him in emergency surgery to repair the left tonsil and stop the bleeding. The surgery took about twice as long as they told me it would, so at 3:30 I was sitting in a huge dark, cold waiting room, all alone... wondering what is wrong. There was nothing for me to do but pray (and cry). I had never heard of anyone dying from a tonsillectomy, but my head was spinning with ideas. Finally the dr rounded the dark corner to talk to me and tell me that he was fine. He said after they got him to sleep, when they put the breathing tube down his throat, he lost one more "clot" (as they called them) and it was on a artery. (They say these clots are the throat's way of healing itself, and usually about 1 in 100 cases have trouble with them falling off. Some folks are 1 in a million, we are 1 in a hundred!) His description of the bleeding during surgery made me just sick, but I was thankful to know that my baby was ok. The dr was incredible. He was focused, yet his bedside manner was great. He was serious, yet sensitive. He was honest with me and gave it to me straight, but he assured me that he was going to be fine. He offered to let me into the dr's lounge for some much needed Starbucks. So I got to go sit by him until he woke up ( grouchy), we gave him some ice chips and some pain meds, and he went back to sleep. The sweet nurses brought me a recliner so I could rest beside him, so I napped from about 4:00 to 5:00 when he woke back up and they moved us. He was jolly as can be at about 6:00am... it is amazing how kids bounce back! They did a blood count and his had gone from a 12 to a 9, which was not good. He is supposed to take it easy and let his blood replenish itself. The recovery basically starts over here... So back to Blockbuster it is, but I am incredibly thankful that Micah was released at about 7:30, and he is back home and doing ok. He was so incredibly brave! I am so proud of him! Please continue to pray for a speedy recovery this second time around.