Thankful for My Baby

Oh, my heart is so heavy this morning.

My sweet baby girl had her first passing-out incident.

I kind of expected this day would come, as her father has had the same thing happen several times over the years. Yet it no more made me prepared. So awful. Nothing like feeling helpless to the pain your baby is in. Or them just laying there, limp and cold and lifeless.
Just for trying to help Mom carry her bags down the stairs, those blasted things! Daddy had a very similar, scary incident with the same stairs and a stubbed toe. Pain. Fetal position. Flat as a board. This is awful. I don't know what these people are thinking. It SCARES me so bad.      

I wasn't sure whether to lay her flat, sit her up. Hold her or not touch her. But I held her, got her off the stairs and pleaded the blood of Jesus over her. Until she finally came through.

She's fine. At school now for the last day before Fall Break, with three test to take. Of course, this momma's still worrying. But I am so thankful. Thankful she's ok. Thankful for all her good days of health. Because some mom's deal with so much more than I'll ever endure, all the time. I feel guilty for complaining.

I hugged her a little lighter, rubbed her small arm, patted her messy hair. Felt guilty, for all the mornings I had to be at work for an 8:30am meeting. But Jesus knows. He is with her and He's with me. And it's only Him that will get us through life's hiccups.   

 

                                                   

 

My flesh and my heart may fail, but GOD is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

Psalm 73:26