When you have a baby and they start growing up you begin to celebrate the firsts for everything....first words, first steps, first real food....we get excited and celebrate each and every first....but this week we did not celebrate this first......First Hospital overnight, first surgery and first IV.....
Monday began with a trip to the Dr's office for a fever and an infected bug bite and ended with being admitted to the hospital for surgery. Nothing hurts a mothers heart like hearing your little one has to have surgery. As we walked through the halls of the Childrens Hospital we passed several hospital wings full of children sick....families stressed and moms and dads dealing with there own firsts.....
I realized at that moment that our children really are in God's hands...there was not a thing I could do to protect him...keep him healthy or kiss away his bobo...It was up to God to take care of him and trust that he will be ok. So after it was all said and done.....I have been able to now celebrate this first...The first time I truly trusted God with Noah...and he was faithful....as he always is ......
