Today we visited two hospitals in less than three hours. EEEKKS!!
One visit was planned. The other was…not. Lemme explain.
Last weekend we had a combined birthday party for our three children. They are all October babies, so we thought having a costume party would be a blast. We decided that instead of asking for presents, we would ask for donations. We asked the children to bring donations for the Centennial Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU). We did this for several reasons:
1. The Centennial NICU has a very special place in our hearts. My twins were preemies and spent their first 5 weeks and 1 day of their life there.
2. We thought it was important to teach our children the importance of charitable giving.
3. We didn’t want any of the guests to feel like they needed to buy a present for all three of my kids.
4. We spoil them enough; my kids don’t need one more thing in their room!!
Today we loaded up 48 receiving blankets,12 bibs,12 onesies, 2, sleepers, 6 of the tiniest most precious pants, and over $100 in donations for the Centennial NICU. The nurses were over the moon excited about the donations. We even saw a nurse that was in the unit when Ethan and Ella was there, and she remembered them!
We had such a good conversation on the way home about how God wants us to show His love and help take care of His people. They also had a lot of questions about my time in the hospital. Ella asked me if I was scared. I answered, “I was but God blessed me with such a peace that just isn’t possible without Him. We had hundreds of people praying for me and you!” It is amazing to me that God used this situation to not only strengthen my faith, but also as a way to teach my children about His love and faithfulness. They have a very real example about how your faith can give you peace in the worst of times.
We were home from the hospital for about ten minutes when my youngest, Matthew, hit his chin with his handlebars on his Razor scooter. Hospital #2. 3 stitches. It was a rather uneventful visit with the inevitable long doctor wait for the stitches. After he had enough of the waiting, he started counting (quite loudly) “1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi,” then sighed loudly and exclaimed, “Oh for Pete’s Sake! This is ridiculous!! 1 Texas, 2 Texas, 3 Texas….”all the way up to 100 Texas 🙂
I feel so blessed that God gave me these three babies to raise to love Him, care for His people, and for Pete’s Sake – laugh. Like A lot.