I have waited with bated breath over every thermometer reading the last 24 hours… there have been too many times I have rejoiced too early at a low reading, only for her little temperature to creep back up. Heidi hasn’t had a temperature since Sunday evening now, and it is SUCH a relief to have my little munchkin back. She is not as perky as normal; I think she’s definitely been left weaker by this illness, but she is well. And that is all that matters.
I packed up my things last night. I had waited all day, not wanting more disappointment, but when her temperature read low again, I gave myself the luxury of assuming we were only going to be in for one more night. As I packed up our things, I realised that, much as I cannot WAIT to go home, this little room will always hold special significance for me. I have cried more tears here probably than anywhere else… it is here that I asked God some pretty honest questions, and its here that he answered in a very real way. I have felt his presence here. He was in it with us.
Our precious little girl is over the worst of it, and while I cannot stop myself smiling, I choke up at the realisation that this is not how the story ends for everyone. I have seen too many little shaved heads this week, seen too many parents shedding tears. We are so blessed and I am so grateful.
Our baby girl is coming home at last.