I spent most of my Thursday here with Art.
I rolled out of bed that morning thinking "I need to text Art and see if he is okay"
Upon texting him, I found out he was admitting himself into the ER at St. Lukes.
Talk about eeeery wife intuition.
At first I was alarmed, "in the ER, huh?!?!"
I quietly but quickly got the girls dressed and fed, it is a blur at this point how I made it out the door.
I told the girls I needed to go meet Daddy, no specifics.
I do remember praying.
I dropped them off with a good friend and headed to St. Lukes.
I found him laying in a bed, in pain.
In alot of pain.
I felt helpless.
I prayed as he tried to rest with new pain meds.
Diagnosis, kidney stone.
Just one but what a stinker.
We waited for a CAT scan to be done.
We waited for pain meds to kick in each round.
We waited on the doctor for results.
We waited.... ughhh.
Stronger meds finally came, yay!
Art sent me off for a walk, I think he could tell from my pacing that I needed it.
I left him resting comfortably, he needed rest.
Walked out the van, sat in the heat, prayed some more.
Texted some friends, ate crackers and peanut butter, waited.
Text came from Art, doctor was sending him home.
Praise!
We were discharged.
Art was loopy from meds, poor guy.
But he was so happy to be leaving.
We left with prescriptions in hand and directions on how to follow up with specialist.
Drove home, Art moaned.
The medication made him extremely nauseous and anyone who knows the roads we take to go home, understands why he was moaning.
Put Art to bed with cell phone and kiss on the head.
Headed to Walgreens to get prescriptions filled.
Ran to Aldi for bananas and sprite for a sensitive tummy.
Forgot the sprite, ugghhh!
Swung by and picked up two ecstatic little girls for having spent the day with Ethan and Elliott.
On the way back home with prescriptions I explained that Daddy had been sick, we needed to let him rest and not hug on his tummy but his arm.
Grace asked alot of questions which I tried to make light.
As soon as we got home they were ready to see him.
He was okay with it and received big hugs (on the arm).
Called my sister who had offered me help with my girls.
Asked her to come and take them.
She brought Sprite.
Art needed rest, quiet and I needed to be there for him.
Janene and Mike came, swooped my kids up in their arms and were off.
The girls didn't even bat an eye, they were so excited to go be with their cousins.
I knew they would be in excellent hands.
In between the time of getting home, packing the girls up and waving goodbye...
Grace did this...
"Help Daddy to feel better"
We have a chalk board in our kitchen.
On it we write prayer requests.
Grace has inquired about it numerous times and wanted to write her own requests.
This is the board in our make shift play/classroom.
Her own prayer list to God.
I had tears and then ran to get my camera.
I showed the image to Art.
Touched us both.
Fast forward 3 days, Art is doing much better.
Prayers answered Grace.
Love that girl.