What a Difference a Day Makes

Two nights ago was Butterfly's worst night yet, not because of the number of times she woke up, but because of the fierce nature of her pain. Steady Man and I frantically worked to figure out the cause of her pain. Our first attempt at fixing it failed. Our second attempt caused Butterfly to scream hysterically. The screaming proved to be the storm before the calm, as relief soon followed. At that point, I fell on my face in prayer. I read my Bible and I waited for the doctor-on-call to return our call. He never did which is maddening, but I believe God was calling us to trust Him alone for this one. After the hysteria, Butterfly ended up sleeping more than six hours peacefully.

The next day was virtually pain free and we enjoyed another visit from friends. We did have one scare which we thought may have sent us to the E.R., but the surgeon-on-call (this one called back) talked us through fixing the new problem. And it was easy and didn't hurt.

Last night, we prayed very specifically for Butterfly's sleep, as night time has been the hardest since surgery. And she slept. And slept. And slept. Lovely, peaceful slumber. Eleven hours with only one stirring at 7 a.m. to ask if it was O.K. to sleep in. You betcha sweetheart. Sleep. You deserve it. 

Today has been another good day with only a few minor complaints. We've been told by the experts (parents) to expect intense bladder spasms for weeks, so we are wondering if these good days are numbered or if God has determined to be especially gracious to Butterfly.

We enjoyed another visit, this time from the M family.

And we went on an outing... to Ben Franklin Crafts! We "needed" googly eyes and feathers.

Praising God for a fantastic day!