I'm continuing to learn that I have no control over anything. Nothing. 0. Zip. It's rough.
About a week ago Isla fell and hit her head on our coffee table with me right there and I just wasn't fast enough to catch her. I was home with her so I called our after hours nurse line. After talking with a nurse got Isla ready to go to the ER. After about 3 hours of fear, nausea, a cat scan, a good husband who tried to get me to laugh, and a laid back ER doctor with a sense of humor but a pretty happy and smiling baby most of the time, we went home.
I sat there praying and holding her. Isla cooed and smiled so much that I know it had to be Him telling me she was ok. Not to mention she tooted in front of the ER doctor!!
We all slept so well that night. Isla didn't wake up once, and she slept til 6. That in itself was a gift.
It really is a struggle to learn all I can do is pray and give up control. I can say I really am learning it. It just isn't easy.
He alone is my rock, and my salvation; He is my fortress, I will not be shaken. Psalm 62:6
