A big thank you for all of your great ideas and thoughts with regards to Laurie and her weight gain issue. I really do appreciate it. This morning Laurie had physical therapy and her therapist couldn't believe how well she is progressing! This was the very first session that Laurie actually wanted to play! There are so many more activities and games that we can do now to help with her development.
After physical therapy I took her to the hospital to have her blood drawn and a sweat test completed. We were there for over two hours! Let's just say Laurie has had better days. The sweat test is for cystic fibrosis. It lasted about 40 minutes. That wasn't too bad. The blood draw however... They stuck one hand and it didn't work. Two different phlebotomists tried to locate a good vein but had no luck. They finally called a NICU nurse. She found a GREAT vein... in Laurie's scalp. Yeah, poor Laurie screamed for probably 20 minutes straight as they were drawing blood. It took quite a long time, but they got everything they needed.
I just read a post by Paul Cardall that really hit home for me. If you have a moment, please visit his blog:
http://mytricuspidatresia.blogspot.com/2009/10/bike-and-answers-to-prayer.html. Paul recently received a heart transplant. A few months prior to his transplant, his younger brother was tragically killed. The following is an excerpt from his blog describing his feelings with losing his brother:
"Why Brian? Why not me? I’m the sick one. He’s thriving. He’s amazing. He has plenty of time to do many many great things.” I carried this with me until the day the call came a heart had become available. In the quiet moment of night, prior to my life-threatening surgery, came the tender impression from our Father in Heaven, which said to me, “I need him.” Comfort filled the room and my body experienced a powerful sense of peace and solace. My old heart burned and felt empowered. Then I felt another impression say to me, “I need you here.”Ever since little Laurie was born, we have seen so many precious babies lose their battle here on earth. We became such good friends with their parents. We prayed for these sweet babies with as much faith as we did with our own Laurie. But Heavenly Father had different plans for these sweet ones. I have struggled with a type of "survivor's guilt" for some time now. It's been so hard to visit or call my friends who have lost a child. I have just felt so guilty that we have Laurie when they had to say goodbye to their perfect angel. I have often asked, "Why was Laurie's life spared? Why do so many of my friends have to go through the pain of losing their baby? It's just not fair." I hadn't received an answer until today when I read Paul's post. It brought peace to my heart. Though my heart will always ache for my friends' loss...it helped me realize that God's ways are not our ways. We don't understand everything, but He does.