Favorite Hannah Picture

Favorite Hannah Picture
"Yes, the park!"

Hannah Ballerina

Hannah Ballerina

Play Time

Play Time
"Go super fast!"

Hannah's Room

Hannah's Room

Happier Hannah

Happier Hannah

Hannah sleeping 4-13-10

Hannah sleeping 4-13-10

Preschool Friend's Art

Preschool Friend's Art
Yeah! Friends!

Monday, May 10, 2010

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's day to all the mom's! (Day late, I know)
Hannah and I spent Mother's Day at the ER in Children's Hospital. I noticed early Sunday that at her port site, at each spot they had put in a needle, was red. I called her doctor and it turns out, she has a bacterial infection. They had to draw blood to find out if it was in her blood stream. They couldn't draw blood through the port though, because if the infection is just topical they don't want to push it into the port! So, they had to put an IV in her hand. Wow. That was very difficult. It took three grown adults to hold her down.
They gave her a dose of antibiotics through her IV and we go back in today to find out if the infection is in her blood stream. If it is, they will admit us. If not we can treat the infection with over the counter antibiotics at home. I am trying to pack for either case, but I just keep thinking how much I will have to unpack if we come back home today!
Anyway, I was thinking yesterday that it was a true, Day of a Mother! :-) Hope you all had a good one.


  1. Carrie
    I'm thinking about you today, and wanted to share this with you..someone sent it to me when my two year old daughter was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes 18 years ago. But it really applies to any Mom standing by there kid during a serious illness..AND HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

    Liz Jones


    Most women become mothers by
    accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures
    and a couple by habit.
    Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with
    diabetes are chosen?
    Somehow I visualize God hovering over the Earth
    selecting his instruments
    for procreation with great care and deliberation.
    As he observes, he
    instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
    "Williamson, Donna, son. Patron Saint Billy."
    "Klippel, Cindy, daughter. Patron Saint Allie."
    Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles,
    "Give her a child with diabetes."
    The angel is curious, "Why this one, God?
    She is so happy."
    "Exactly," smiles God.
    "Could I give a child with diabetes to a mother who
    does not know laughter? That would be cruel."
    "But has she the patience?" asks the angel.
    "I do not want her to have too much patience, or she will
    drown in a sea of self-pity and despair.
    Once the shock and resentment wear
    off, she will handle it. I watched her today.
    She has that feeling of self
    and independence.
    That is so rare and so necessary in a mother.
    You see the
    child I am going to give her has his own world.
    She has to make it live in
    her world and that is not going to be easy."
    "But, Lord, I do not think she even believes in you?"
    God smiles.
    "Doesn't matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect.
    She has just enough selfishness."
    The angel gasps.
    Is that a virtue?" God nods.
    "If she cannot separate herself from the child occasionally,
    they will never survive.
    Yes, here is a woman whom I will
    bless with less than perfect."
    "She does not realize it yet, but she is to be envied.
    I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...
    ignorance,cruelty, prejudice...
    and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone.
    I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life
    because she is doing my work as surely as if she is here by my side.
    "And what about her patron saint?"
    asks the angel.
    His pen poised in mid air,
    God smiles,
    "A mirror will serve this purpose."

  2. I wanted to go back and change diabetes for Leukemia...but can't figure out how to do that...: )

    Hang in there.


  3. Thank you so much for the honor of being in your home on mothers day. I am humbled by your gift to me. All my heart felt prayers and hopes..