My Lottery Numbers

• My lottery numbers

  Written Sep 3, 2012 11:22am
  75, 65, 45, 25, 32, 60, 42, 70
  I have numbers like this scribbled all over pieces of paper and floating throughout my mind. No, I don't play the lottery, but these WOULD make a nice set of numbers. This is an example of the numbers I get from the nurse daily. Since we started "Logan's schedule" on Friday, he has taken some milk from a bottle almost every feeding (except the 3am...he likes to sleep through that one!) A full feed was set at 75ml. The nurse charts how much of that bottle he takes at each feeding. We would note that when he had a few good feeds in a row, he would need to rest a little for the next few feeds. However, he is consistently waking up to eat and even crying a little at the 3 hour mark to tell us he's hungry. Oh, how I love these little things! I don't think I was ever truly thankful for my other kids' cries!
  When I spoke with the nurse this morning, she told me that he looks especially cute today.....because....he has NO oxygen on! It is a trial run to see how he responds and if he can keep his numbers up, so I'm "cautiously optimistic!" However, he already took his entire 9am bottle without oxygen! The doctor has also decreased his minimum feed to 70ml since he is gaining weight so consistently.
  The "glass half empty" news of the day is that I have banned myself from the hospital. The ban started yesterday and will continue until tomorrow afternoon (at the earliest). Lexi got the flu Saturday night and Lora got it Sunday night. It has hit them pretty hard so Bill and I have been taking care of them around the clock and can't risk giving Logan any germs. On my thankful list for today is that Logan is NOT home for all this and that we have hired the MOST qualified, and MOST expensive, babysitters to care for him while we battle the flu.
  We have been praying continually for increase in feed and decrease in oxygen. It seems like such a slow process to us, who see Logan every day. Bill and I have continually become more aware of the fact that we have no control over this situation. We can't control how much Logan will eat or how fast his lungs will heal. We can't control that the flu has decided to hit our family. This "lack of control" has been demonstrated to me over and over the past 3.5 weeks. I'm left, reassured, with these words:
  "Living in dependence on Me is a glorious adventure. Most people scurry around busily, trying to accomplish things through their own strength and ability. Some succeed enormously; others fail miserable. But both groups miss what life is meant to be: living and working in collaboration with Me. When you depend on Me continually, your whole perspective changes. You see miracles happening all around, while others see only natural occurrences and 'coincidences.' You begin each day with joyful expectation, watching to see what I will do. You keep your plans tentative, known that My plans are far superior." ......from Jesus Calling
  I await, with joyful expectation, to see what God will do this week, for His plans are way more superior than anything I can plan for our family!
  
  

  

  Uncle Ted and Aunt Alicia came to visit Logan at the hospital over Labor Day weekend

  
  

  

  Uncle Jordan and Aunt Laura came to visit over Labor Day weekend as well!

  
  

  

  I just love seeing him without the oxygen on!

  
  

  

  
  

  

  Any time I can get both eyes open at the same time, I snap a picture!

  
  

  

  My little angle (with the mohawk that the night nurse gave him)

  
  

  

  Working on some sidelying, hands to midline, stuff