Friday, August 1, 2014
Well, I've learned that I need to not make a big deal out of hospital stays, because it looks like they are probably going to happen about twice a year for the rest of his life. They aren't scary, they are to make him healthy. Chet took Dayson to his CF clinic visit on Monday, July 21st. They wanted to admit him that day. Chet bought us 2 weeks, so he's been on an antibiotic and we've been having him exercise more than usual and trying our hardest to get him healthy so that when he goes back on Monday, he'll be where the Doctor wants him to be, otherwise, he'll be admitted Monday. But, with all of that said, hospital stays are really hard on our little family. Financially, emotionally, and physically draining. I'm so grateful for his doctors and his medications and all of the hospital staff that work so hard on getting him healthy when he's there, but ideally he would only have to go once every few years. We definitely got spoiled for the first seven years of no hospital stays. This Sunday is Fast Sunday and we are going to have a special fast for Dayson. I feel so bad because I feel like I'm always asking for prayers for him, but I don't know what else to do, it's how I get through these things. My heart breaks for him. I wish I could trade places with him. I wish I could take it from him. But I can't. So I pray and pray and ask my family and friends for prayers. He really is the sweetest boy in the world.