Thank you so much friends for all the prayers for Jubilee.
Taking her into the O.R. was much worse than I had anticipated. She rarely cries, but crocodile-size tears ran down her cheeks as she pleaded with me, “Mom. No, mom. Why??”
She’s so brave. Seriously. So brave. Even in her questioning, she didn’t fight or scream. Just quietly pleading.
As she fell asleep in my arms with the mask over her mouth, I fought back tears. Life is hard for kids with broken bodies. We really have zero clue.
I remember bringing her home from China. She was 8 years old and weighed 27 pounds. It seems like yesterday that I met her in that little room. And yes, we knew when we started the paperwork to bring her home that she would likely be a “lifer” and we knew we needed her just as much as she needed us.
Can you really imagine her aging out in the government orphanage? She already would have ‘aged-out’. Can you imagine her being set on the streets? I shudder at her vulnerability.
So they let us go home late yesterday afternoon. I wondered the sanity of that with the trouble she has throwing up so easily and trying to manage her pain with that going on.
And as I drove, she threw up off and on. Then she kinda of moaned as we got closer to home and I glanced in the mirror to see her white as white can be and sweating profusely. I’m pretty sure she was about to pass out! Oh me. So she put her head between her legs and we made it home.
Jubilee had a sweet welcome committee as we pulled in. I mean. Every time one of the kids has surgery or has a procedure at the hospital, they come out to welcome them home. It’s the best thing ever. They love each other so much!!
Liberty carried her out of the car and put her in Vern’s wheelchair (yet another reason wheelchairs are a good thing!!). Daddy had gone to get the pain med and antibiotic scripts filled.
As most know, I call her “my shadow”…rarely leaving my side – ever. No exaggeration, she is usually within a foot of me at all times. I’m thinking she’s thinkin’, “I waited 8 years for you mom~! I’m sticking with you – like glue.” So when we got home she didn’t want me leaving her. So I snuggled up with her on the couch and she entwined her legs and arms in me and she seemed so glad we were home, all things considered.
So very grateful that we’re home and the long-dreaded surgery is over. So very thankful for your prayers.
Her day has been rough, so far, so if you happen to think of her, a prayer offered up on her behalf would be greatly appreciated.
Sweet baby girl. Such a beautiful treasure. So, so, so grateful for her.