This week has been so full! So many good things have happened including but not limited to: Shooting with the YW on Wednesday, BSA training on Thursday, Intense depositions for B all week in three different cities, Vegas, Cedar, and here on consecutive days adding stress to our family as he is gone early and late. And most recently but certainly not least, the Fall Camporee for the Virgin River District on Friday night where more than 260 attended and B was in charge! Wow!
Dad is still struggling with recovering from his fall off the scaffolding a few weeks ago. His arm has been very sore, extending into his back and rib cage. In the hospital they x-rayed his hip but not his shoulder, and we are not completely sure he didn't break several ribs. He didn't say anything then, his face was malled, requiring the help of plastic surgeons, and his hip hurt so severely that he didn't realize how hurt his arm, shoulder and back were. He is healing, but it has been a process. Anyway, he came down to help with the camporee, and did MUCH of it! He is so amazing!
We met him in Cedar early on Friday morning, both he and B pulling trailers LOADED with equipment for the campout! They headed up the mountain, and I picked up Mom in the rig to return to St. George to prepare final details for them to be delivered up the mountain that afternoon. These other jobs included dinner for them and the volunteers coming, breakfast equipment and food for all 260+ people the next morning, and the score cards, and miscellaneous papers for the games to begin at 9:00 p.m. friday night.
We hurried back to St. George (about a 45 minute drive) to pick up L, make two large meat loafs, cook the red potatoes, finish the medallions for the winners of the games, finish the paperwork, etc. We struggled about the plans for that night. Thursday night two of my children were sick: L & S. Throwing up all night, switching in the tub, sleeping close to the bathroom. These two more in the series of sick kids that has lasted for more than a week, passing from kid to kid.:) Joy! So Friday morning I didn't believe it was the best thing to take all my family up to help at the Camporee, and yet, they were severally short handed! How to get people to help, who to ask, and who will come through? We struggle! B was sooo busy all week, it was his job, and I didn't feel it was appropriate for me to be calling people asking for their help, and he didn't have time to do it! He had asked the Sub-Districts to each provide him with the names of three people committed to come for the sole purpose of helping by Sunday. Only one of the seven stakes came through! Anyway, we were struggling, with who was going to go, in what car, and when!
We were nearly ready to go, I was boiling the water for the hot chocolate the next morning when temperatures were expected to be in the low 30's, and on the last large beverage jug - like 25 gallons of boiling water, when I left the kitchen, and was in the laundry room. I asked someone else to take the last pots of water and dump them in the final jug, when all the sudden I heard a crash, and screaming! IMMEDIATELY RUNNING, I found little J screaming! Not sure where he was burned, I scooped him up in the sink, ran cold water over him, and panicked! L was right there, my dear Mom was right there, they were also trying to hold him under the water, getting big bowls of ice, trying to stop the pain! Turning, I reached for the phone and dialed 911, panicking asking how to stop the burning! The woman on the other end yelling over the screaming of J that she couldn't give medical advice - "What is your address?" I said just tell me how to help him! I hung up on her! I grabbed my box of Baking Soda, because now he won't let us put his feet in the water - that seemed to make him scream more! J Screaming loudly, I dumped the baking soda on his feet. The phone rang, and it was that woman again asking my address. I told her NOT to send the ambulance! I just needed to know what to do right now! I hung up on her again. I ran to the car, knowing well that we were headed for medical attention, just not sure where I was supposed to go - 911 had not helped! I sped out the driveway with my Mom holding J in the front seat and a pot of ice and water on the floor slopping everywhere, J screaming that he was hurting, Mom trying her best to force his feet into the pot of ice water. As I pulled to the top of our driveway, I saw a SUV turn into Pheasant Run, a gated community of several medical professionals. I followed the SUV into the community, and found it to be M. I asked what I should do, and she yelled above the cars and screaming to go to the emergency room! I traded Mom and I held J and she drove intensely to the hospital!!!
On Pioneer Road we passed an Ambulance headed our way, I knew it was going to my house! They were going to my house, I was headed to the hospital! We knew where they were going! They did!
Another couple of miles toward the hospital, a couple I had earlier arranged to ride with to the camporee, and then hand changed plans and tried to let them know I was going to drive myself up but had not been able to reach them, called. I quickly explained over the screaming that I was not coming! I was going to the emergency room! I asked them to call L and pick up the stuff we had been working on and take it up, we would not be coming tonight! They took the number. I then found a phone book, and called our Primary Care Physician asking them urgently where they recommended I go. They put me on hold, and came back to say we indeed needed to get to the emergency room. We finally made it to the hospital! I ran in barefooted, with J screaming! They directed me to a room, saying sit here - right! I continued to jump trying my best to not scream myself. A nurse came and ushered me to another room, passing many (8+) medical people all gawking at my screaming J and I! They came in to ask preliminary questions but didn't offer anything to help J! It was long minutes, I don't know how long, but they gave him a shot of morphine, saying this would help him. J is now more than 30 lbs (their guess not holding him), I think more than 40 lbs. He wanted me to hold his feet elevated above his body, but wanted to hug me as well making it a heavy horizontal weight to hold for... a long time! I struggled holding him, asking all for help, stuck in a medical room, now realizing that they won't let me out of here, and they weren't doing anything for us! I should have stayed outside, and let him scream, I believe it would have helped him calm down sooner, but I am sure the shot helped eventually! He screamed and screamed. I finally learned that there was nothing they could do. They rubbed two entire bottles of Triple Antibiotic Ointment, one on each foot, and covered them with puffy thick gauze bandages. J still screaming, we were finally able to leave the hospital. We had been there for more than an hour for two bottles of triple antibotic salve and many many long minutes of jumping J up and down, trying to comfort and sooth him to stop screaming.
The top of the toes on one foot already had large blisters on them, especially the big two of the right foot. The back of his heal on his left foot had blistered, and the skin had already started coming off when they put the bandages on. They told us he had first and second degree burns, and to come back tomorrow.
Finally outside, J began to slightly settle down, and we made our way to the car. By the time we got home, and had cried himself to sleep, totally exhausted! I held him close! Nearing home Mom and I both felt we should still drive up the mountain to the camproee. Our priesthood holders were on the mountain, they were going to be concerned because now that other couple L & I S were there telling them of our woes. We both knew they would be worried, and want to come see how he was. J was happier in a moving car than he would be at home sitting still, hurting! We decided to drive to the camporee.
Arriving home we learned that the police and the ambulance had come to the house as well as M. L told them all what had happened, and told them we were headed to the emergency room. She said they radioed the hospital to alert them we were on our way - thus the response when we got there, but that also explains the bit of hostility, I felt like I was under investigation! I was!
Cautiously we drove up to the camp to find the mountain swarming with BSA boys and leaders! B & Dad were trying to be ready, many many details to pull together! They did! I will long remember running down a dark trail with little B behind me, listening to my Dad in the pavilion, directing the Senior Patrol Leaders Meeting, hearing them yell "FUN" to his questions repeated several times, louder and louder! He was in his element, loving it despite his hurting body from the HARD HARD work he had been doing all day in preparation for his event!
Immediately upon seeing J, B & Dad grabbed the consecrated oil, and administered to my baby! I am so grateful for the power of the priesthood.
B was busy coordinating volunteers, scrambling to help them know where and what they were doing for the games that were to begin at 9:00 p.m. and run through about 1:00 a.m.! Miracles, MANY Miracles happened! Men of God were leading!... Great men showed up to help, and the event was VERY successful!
I didn't stay long, S had been there helping, working extremely hard for a 9 year old boy all day, and he was very near tears hurting with a headache and stomach ache (he had been throwing up the night before but didn't want to miss the event!) Leaving about 8:40 with S, the girls, J and my Mom, we prayed they would have a safe and fun night! There would be no rest for hours for these Men of God! They were truly carried on the wings of angels through that night, having constant miracles happen around them!
Miraculously... There were no serious accidents besides J, at least not that they learned of. There were many, many positive comments regarding the activity by the following day. I understand that B & Dad were the last two up, the camp was ABSOLUTELY SILENT after 1:00 a.m. as they set up now the grills, stoves, tables, equipment for breakfast to be served to all by 8:00 a.m.! Not much rest!
Dad's highlight was a young boy in the line for pancakes the next morning, looking at the feast of simply breakfast sausages and pancakes B and D had prepared and proclaiming "I LOVE Scoutmaster Food!" I love those two Men of God!
Meanwhile, Mom and I checked on Triathlon registration on Friday early afternoon(staffed by our office staff). We heard from Anthony that the golf event he had attended to represent our firm was a success, and he needed our Jeep shinned and ready for the parade complete with Frisbees (K's note taped to), mints with our label attached, and water bottles, also with our custom labels we had to put on, early on Saturday at the parade route in Santa Clara.
Wow! What a whirlwind!
B & D pulled off the Camporee with much success. J was much happier by morning, and I returned to the hospital later that afternoon while the rest of my most awesome family went to the Green Vally pool to try and relax for a few minutes! At the hospital, I just about passed out, and wept, when they took off the bandages, to find SEVER blisters covering much of J's little feet! One very large, I would guess about 3" long on th instep of his right foot. His feet were red/purple, and covered in blisters. The bottom of the feet were miraculously without blisters. The bottom side of his little toes were the only parts of his toes on the right foot not blistered. Hard! I was not prepared to see that.
Going back to the hospital, I felt that I was going out of obedience to this doctor, who I frankly questioned his right to tell me what to do! I didn't believe I would get the same Dr. anyway, and I didn't want to pay the high costs of another visit to the Emergency Room. I questioned hard the triage gentleman checking us in, expressing my concerns and the reasons for the requirement of my return to the hospital vs our Primary Care office which has night lite hours later that evening which would be (guessing) $150 vs the $500+ they would charge me at the hospital. Was this money related? Was this driven by some other reason? (Without disclosing that I expected it was really further investigation against me as a Mom of this child.)
He came back to explain that he totally understood my concerns, and that indeed the Dr. C we had seen yesterday was there then, and he really felt strongly that he hoped I would stay so he could help me, explaining that burns are critical and that my primary care doc may or may not know what or how to treat them! He convinced me to stay and have them help. I am grateful that I did!
They asked if they could sedate J so they could work on his blisters. I said "NO!" I would rather hold him, and help him, than watch him drift out, wondering if he would come back out of the sedation! (Scary memories of past emergencies with J and C!) That would require that I be strong. "I will!" Waiting, my cell phone rang, it was B checking on us. I told him what we knew, and that they were going to work on this one very large blister, and I didn't know how many others. I didn't tell him about the sedation, just that we would make it. I was grateful and desperate when he showed up as they were cutting the skin off that huge blister. Grateful to have him even in swim suit, dirty from the camp, sensitive that I needed help. I am so grateful to have had my parents here to help with my other little ones, rather than just worry about them home alone, concerned about further investigation... whatever! D and B were EXHAUSTED! D was hurting! He is so good to me! I am thankful for blessings of mercy and strength beyond human capacity! Thank you Heavenly Father!
General Relief Society Meeting was at 6:00 last night, and I had looked forward to going, concerned long before that with so much on the calendar this week, I wasn't sure I would make it. We didn't leave the hospital until a little after 6. J and I shared beautiful long minutes talking and laughing, I had his favorite blanket, he was in good spirits until they worked on that blister. B got there to help, but the procedure was really hard on J! J chose to ride home with B, and B encouraged me to go to the meeting. I was wearing levis, thinking early that morning I was going to the mountains to help cook breakfast, but having plans change constantly through the day! I drove to the stake center in my levis, lamenting that I needed some spiritual fuel in my bucket, but I didn't dare walk in in levis. I hurried home, changed clothes, and hurried back to the meeting.
President Eyring spoke just to me about the Legacy of the Relief Society, and how the early sisters in the gospel started the hospital system we now have in America, traveling to the East coast in the early days of Utah to be trained by medical professionals so they could help the injured in their new Zion! He encouraged us to connect Heart to Heart, and continue the legacy of service they began. All three people helping me mentioned in some way their strong connections to the church during that second visit. Not in any response to my questions, but willingly offering that they were members of the church with large families (two of them with seven children - same). I am grateful for Tender Mercies! Many have touched my life today!
The time is now 4:48 a.m. I was sleeping with J on one side and B on the other, and couldn't sleep any more. I have much to be grateful for! Many miracles to note! Many details I don't want to forget. Writing seems to sooth my soul, and help me see the miracles. Much of life is a bit blurry currently. I am concerned about many things going on, but I know where I must keep my focus - on My Savior! What would He have me do? What would He want me to be involved in? How would He want me to treat others? Would He have me retreat, and not be as involved, serving and giving? I believe it is because we(my beautiful family) has long firearms, serving and doing much, that we have the opportunities to become better in our aim at attaining eternal life! I hope my firearm is long(charitable) and not short(selfish), and yet, I pray that I can Constantly keep it properly aligned! I pray I can keep my focus on the right part of the 'sight picture' and not be concerned about the blurry parts of the picture like Why this is happening to my baby, or why financially we are stretched beyond comfort, why, why, why? I will keep focused, and not worry about the blurry parts! I will go and do the things that the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth No commandments unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them to accomplish the things that he commandeth them!
BTW: The docs have warned that there is still possibilities of increased damage to J's feet! We have to go back to the hospital (Dr. C will be there after 5 Sunday, and requested that we wait until after that hour) tomorrow, and then he will have us go to the burn clinic on Monday - they are not open on the weekends. He warned that we may have to have skin grafts on his feet. Oh, please Father, help my baby!
Dad is still struggling with recovering from his fall off the scaffolding a few weeks ago. His arm has been very sore, extending into his back and rib cage. In the hospital they x-rayed his hip but not his shoulder, and we are not completely sure he didn't break several ribs. He didn't say anything then, his face was malled, requiring the help of plastic surgeons, and his hip hurt so severely that he didn't realize how hurt his arm, shoulder and back were. He is healing, but it has been a process. Anyway, he came down to help with the camporee, and did MUCH of it! He is so amazing!
We met him in Cedar early on Friday morning, both he and B pulling trailers LOADED with equipment for the campout! They headed up the mountain, and I picked up Mom in the rig to return to St. George to prepare final details for them to be delivered up the mountain that afternoon. These other jobs included dinner for them and the volunteers coming, breakfast equipment and food for all 260+ people the next morning, and the score cards, and miscellaneous papers for the games to begin at 9:00 p.m. friday night.
We hurried back to St. George (about a 45 minute drive) to pick up L, make two large meat loafs, cook the red potatoes, finish the medallions for the winners of the games, finish the paperwork, etc. We struggled about the plans for that night. Thursday night two of my children were sick: L & S. Throwing up all night, switching in the tub, sleeping close to the bathroom. These two more in the series of sick kids that has lasted for more than a week, passing from kid to kid.:) Joy! So Friday morning I didn't believe it was the best thing to take all my family up to help at the Camporee, and yet, they were severally short handed! How to get people to help, who to ask, and who will come through? We struggle! B was sooo busy all week, it was his job, and I didn't feel it was appropriate for me to be calling people asking for their help, and he didn't have time to do it! He had asked the Sub-Districts to each provide him with the names of three people committed to come for the sole purpose of helping by Sunday. Only one of the seven stakes came through! Anyway, we were struggling, with who was going to go, in what car, and when!
We were nearly ready to go, I was boiling the water for the hot chocolate the next morning when temperatures were expected to be in the low 30's, and on the last large beverage jug - like 25 gallons of boiling water, when I left the kitchen, and was in the laundry room. I asked someone else to take the last pots of water and dump them in the final jug, when all the sudden I heard a crash, and screaming! IMMEDIATELY RUNNING, I found little J screaming! Not sure where he was burned, I scooped him up in the sink, ran cold water over him, and panicked! L was right there, my dear Mom was right there, they were also trying to hold him under the water, getting big bowls of ice, trying to stop the pain! Turning, I reached for the phone and dialed 911, panicking asking how to stop the burning! The woman on the other end yelling over the screaming of J that she couldn't give medical advice - "What is your address?" I said just tell me how to help him! I hung up on her! I grabbed my box of Baking Soda, because now he won't let us put his feet in the water - that seemed to make him scream more! J Screaming loudly, I dumped the baking soda on his feet. The phone rang, and it was that woman again asking my address. I told her NOT to send the ambulance! I just needed to know what to do right now! I hung up on her again. I ran to the car, knowing well that we were headed for medical attention, just not sure where I was supposed to go - 911 had not helped! I sped out the driveway with my Mom holding J in the front seat and a pot of ice and water on the floor slopping everywhere, J screaming that he was hurting, Mom trying her best to force his feet into the pot of ice water. As I pulled to the top of our driveway, I saw a SUV turn into Pheasant Run, a gated community of several medical professionals. I followed the SUV into the community, and found it to be M. I asked what I should do, and she yelled above the cars and screaming to go to the emergency room! I traded Mom and I held J and she drove intensely to the hospital!!!
On Pioneer Road we passed an Ambulance headed our way, I knew it was going to my house! They were going to my house, I was headed to the hospital! We knew where they were going! They did!
Another couple of miles toward the hospital, a couple I had earlier arranged to ride with to the camporee, and then hand changed plans and tried to let them know I was going to drive myself up but had not been able to reach them, called. I quickly explained over the screaming that I was not coming! I was going to the emergency room! I asked them to call L and pick up the stuff we had been working on and take it up, we would not be coming tonight! They took the number. I then found a phone book, and called our Primary Care Physician asking them urgently where they recommended I go. They put me on hold, and came back to say we indeed needed to get to the emergency room. We finally made it to the hospital! I ran in barefooted, with J screaming! They directed me to a room, saying sit here - right! I continued to jump trying my best to not scream myself. A nurse came and ushered me to another room, passing many (8+) medical people all gawking at my screaming J and I! They came in to ask preliminary questions but didn't offer anything to help J! It was long minutes, I don't know how long, but they gave him a shot of morphine, saying this would help him. J is now more than 30 lbs (their guess not holding him), I think more than 40 lbs. He wanted me to hold his feet elevated above his body, but wanted to hug me as well making it a heavy horizontal weight to hold for... a long time! I struggled holding him, asking all for help, stuck in a medical room, now realizing that they won't let me out of here, and they weren't doing anything for us! I should have stayed outside, and let him scream, I believe it would have helped him calm down sooner, but I am sure the shot helped eventually! He screamed and screamed. I finally learned that there was nothing they could do. They rubbed two entire bottles of Triple Antibiotic Ointment, one on each foot, and covered them with puffy thick gauze bandages. J still screaming, we were finally able to leave the hospital. We had been there for more than an hour for two bottles of triple antibotic salve and many many long minutes of jumping J up and down, trying to comfort and sooth him to stop screaming.
The top of the toes on one foot already had large blisters on them, especially the big two of the right foot. The back of his heal on his left foot had blistered, and the skin had already started coming off when they put the bandages on. They told us he had first and second degree burns, and to come back tomorrow.
Finally outside, J began to slightly settle down, and we made our way to the car. By the time we got home, and had cried himself to sleep, totally exhausted! I held him close! Nearing home Mom and I both felt we should still drive up the mountain to the camproee. Our priesthood holders were on the mountain, they were going to be concerned because now that other couple L & I S were there telling them of our woes. We both knew they would be worried, and want to come see how he was. J was happier in a moving car than he would be at home sitting still, hurting! We decided to drive to the camporee.
Arriving home we learned that the police and the ambulance had come to the house as well as M. L told them all what had happened, and told them we were headed to the emergency room. She said they radioed the hospital to alert them we were on our way - thus the response when we got there, but that also explains the bit of hostility, I felt like I was under investigation! I was!
Cautiously we drove up to the camp to find the mountain swarming with BSA boys and leaders! B & Dad were trying to be ready, many many details to pull together! They did! I will long remember running down a dark trail with little B behind me, listening to my Dad in the pavilion, directing the Senior Patrol Leaders Meeting, hearing them yell "FUN" to his questions repeated several times, louder and louder! He was in his element, loving it despite his hurting body from the HARD HARD work he had been doing all day in preparation for his event!
Immediately upon seeing J, B & Dad grabbed the consecrated oil, and administered to my baby! I am so grateful for the power of the priesthood.
B was busy coordinating volunteers, scrambling to help them know where and what they were doing for the games that were to begin at 9:00 p.m. and run through about 1:00 a.m.! Miracles, MANY Miracles happened! Men of God were leading!... Great men showed up to help, and the event was VERY successful!
I didn't stay long, S had been there helping, working extremely hard for a 9 year old boy all day, and he was very near tears hurting with a headache and stomach ache (he had been throwing up the night before but didn't want to miss the event!) Leaving about 8:40 with S, the girls, J and my Mom, we prayed they would have a safe and fun night! There would be no rest for hours for these Men of God! They were truly carried on the wings of angels through that night, having constant miracles happen around them!
Miraculously... There were no serious accidents besides J, at least not that they learned of. There were many, many positive comments regarding the activity by the following day. I understand that B & Dad were the last two up, the camp was ABSOLUTELY SILENT after 1:00 a.m. as they set up now the grills, stoves, tables, equipment for breakfast to be served to all by 8:00 a.m.! Not much rest!
Dad's highlight was a young boy in the line for pancakes the next morning, looking at the feast of simply breakfast sausages and pancakes B and D had prepared and proclaiming "I LOVE Scoutmaster Food!" I love those two Men of God!
Meanwhile, Mom and I checked on Triathlon registration on Friday early afternoon(staffed by our office staff). We heard from Anthony that the golf event he had attended to represent our firm was a success, and he needed our Jeep shinned and ready for the parade complete with Frisbees (K's note taped to), mints with our label attached, and water bottles, also with our custom labels we had to put on, early on Saturday at the parade route in Santa Clara.
Wow! What a whirlwind!
B & D pulled off the Camporee with much success. J was much happier by morning, and I returned to the hospital later that afternoon while the rest of my most awesome family went to the Green Vally pool to try and relax for a few minutes! At the hospital, I just about passed out, and wept, when they took off the bandages, to find SEVER blisters covering much of J's little feet! One very large, I would guess about 3" long on th instep of his right foot. His feet were red/purple, and covered in blisters. The bottom of the feet were miraculously without blisters. The bottom side of his little toes were the only parts of his toes on the right foot not blistered. Hard! I was not prepared to see that.
Going back to the hospital, I felt that I was going out of obedience to this doctor, who I frankly questioned his right to tell me what to do! I didn't believe I would get the same Dr. anyway, and I didn't want to pay the high costs of another visit to the Emergency Room. I questioned hard the triage gentleman checking us in, expressing my concerns and the reasons for the requirement of my return to the hospital vs our Primary Care office which has night lite hours later that evening which would be (guessing) $150 vs the $500+ they would charge me at the hospital. Was this money related? Was this driven by some other reason? (Without disclosing that I expected it was really further investigation against me as a Mom of this child.)
He came back to explain that he totally understood my concerns, and that indeed the Dr. C we had seen yesterday was there then, and he really felt strongly that he hoped I would stay so he could help me, explaining that burns are critical and that my primary care doc may or may not know what or how to treat them! He convinced me to stay and have them help. I am grateful that I did!
They asked if they could sedate J so they could work on his blisters. I said "NO!" I would rather hold him, and help him, than watch him drift out, wondering if he would come back out of the sedation! (Scary memories of past emergencies with J and C!) That would require that I be strong. "I will!" Waiting, my cell phone rang, it was B checking on us. I told him what we knew, and that they were going to work on this one very large blister, and I didn't know how many others. I didn't tell him about the sedation, just that we would make it. I was grateful and desperate when he showed up as they were cutting the skin off that huge blister. Grateful to have him even in swim suit, dirty from the camp, sensitive that I needed help. I am so grateful to have had my parents here to help with my other little ones, rather than just worry about them home alone, concerned about further investigation... whatever! D and B were EXHAUSTED! D was hurting! He is so good to me! I am thankful for blessings of mercy and strength beyond human capacity! Thank you Heavenly Father!
General Relief Society Meeting was at 6:00 last night, and I had looked forward to going, concerned long before that with so much on the calendar this week, I wasn't sure I would make it. We didn't leave the hospital until a little after 6. J and I shared beautiful long minutes talking and laughing, I had his favorite blanket, he was in good spirits until they worked on that blister. B got there to help, but the procedure was really hard on J! J chose to ride home with B, and B encouraged me to go to the meeting. I was wearing levis, thinking early that morning I was going to the mountains to help cook breakfast, but having plans change constantly through the day! I drove to the stake center in my levis, lamenting that I needed some spiritual fuel in my bucket, but I didn't dare walk in in levis. I hurried home, changed clothes, and hurried back to the meeting.
President Eyring spoke just to me about the Legacy of the Relief Society, and how the early sisters in the gospel started the hospital system we now have in America, traveling to the East coast in the early days of Utah to be trained by medical professionals so they could help the injured in their new Zion! He encouraged us to connect Heart to Heart, and continue the legacy of service they began. All three people helping me mentioned in some way their strong connections to the church during that second visit. Not in any response to my questions, but willingly offering that they were members of the church with large families (two of them with seven children - same). I am grateful for Tender Mercies! Many have touched my life today!
The time is now 4:48 a.m. I was sleeping with J on one side and B on the other, and couldn't sleep any more. I have much to be grateful for! Many miracles to note! Many details I don't want to forget. Writing seems to sooth my soul, and help me see the miracles. Much of life is a bit blurry currently. I am concerned about many things going on, but I know where I must keep my focus - on My Savior! What would He have me do? What would He want me to be involved in? How would He want me to treat others? Would He have me retreat, and not be as involved, serving and giving? I believe it is because we(my beautiful family) has long firearms, serving and doing much, that we have the opportunities to become better in our aim at attaining eternal life! I hope my firearm is long(charitable) and not short(selfish), and yet, I pray that I can Constantly keep it properly aligned! I pray I can keep my focus on the right part of the 'sight picture' and not be concerned about the blurry parts of the picture like Why this is happening to my baby, or why financially we are stretched beyond comfort, why, why, why? I will keep focused, and not worry about the blurry parts! I will go and do the things that the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth No commandments unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them to accomplish the things that he commandeth them!
BTW: The docs have warned that there is still possibilities of increased damage to J's feet! We have to go back to the hospital (Dr. C will be there after 5 Sunday, and requested that we wait until after that hour) tomorrow, and then he will have us go to the burn clinic on Monday - they are not open on the weekends. He warned that we may have to have skin grafts on his feet. Oh, please Father, help my baby!