Headed Back To Denver

It's that time again.

On Saturday we leave for Denver. Noah's 2nd annual (eventually only every other year) Heart Cath Lab visit is set up for Monday.

I know I said I wasn't as nervous. And I'm not. But, truth be told, I am still feeling the worry though.

I'm starting to worry about his Cyclosporin level. Since I'm on a "truth telling roll"... I haven't sent his level in to be checked in a while. He's way past due. So I'm worried his level won't be high enough... but then I worry that maybe it's too high since he does seem to have some thrush as the moment. (Small beans... I know.)

I'm worried about finding rejection. I'm worried the stiffness he had last time will have gotten worse since he hasn't been on any heart meds for the past year....

I'm mom. I'm worried.

I recognize that we are in a very good place. So many of the people we have met and love, and even those who we just follow on their blogs, are having rough times. So many are so sick. So many are taking hit after hit. I remember what that felt like. So even pretending like our current situation is half of a big deal feels so very wrong.

I would have cut off my right arm to be where I am now. I would have laughed at myself for worrying over small beans... and I would have fiercely scolded myself for not getting his level checked on time...

Yet, to everything there is a season... and it seems so much easier now to be worried over small beans when I don't have BIG beans weighing me down.

So, off we go.

We are visiting the Denver Aquarium while we are there since it's the coolest ever. Maybe we'll even hit the zoo. But we get to see old friends, walk old roads (and hospital hallways), and eat a little Boston Market.

My prayers are that his Cath will go well. That Noah will be strong and sustained. That Dr. Pietra's hands will be guided and his knowledge, sharpened. That Noah's heart and body will be one, with no rejection... no stiffness.... no complications.

Honestly... I feel so very fragile sometimes. I hate the worry. I hate the unknown. But I also know that all I have to do is get on my knees and ask Heavenly Father for the strength I am in need of. He never lets me down.

I felt very strongly after Noah was born that God DOES give us trials we can't bare. BUT He also gives us the strength we need to see them through. So while I feel weak and powerless and even fearful of the unknown... I also know that whatever may come, He will give me the strength I need.

So now, as I have many times before, I must ask for your help.

Please keep Noah in your thoughts and prayers. Sometimes there are blessings that God wants to give us but can only be given if they are asked for. So, please... help me ask our Heavenly Father for the blessings that Noah needs.