Decisions Decisions

Life is full of decisions.  What am I going to make for supper?  My hopes for making a new recipe of  pot roast and garlic potatoes were foiled by an alarm clock that did not sound, a mom that did not get up early enough after a night shift.

BLT's. That'll do.  Grandma Bernice's strawberry salad.  A never fail recipe.  Even better.

Grandma Bernice's strawberry salad...mmm...good to the last drop!

Those are easy decisions. 

Do two moms brave taking four kids to the zoo? What if those children were itching from lake itch---well, only two out of the four were still itching and borderline miserable---do you still go?

Does the other brunette blogger cancel plans to sit at the lake on a beautiful day?  One of the few beautiful days that we have had this summer.  Well...heck yeah!  Nothing is going to stop these girls.

 

Who would have thought that this beautiful lake was infested with parasites waiting to burrow into our baby's flesh and complete their life cycle?  Who. Would. Have. Thought?

My grandma used to tell me that when you are young, you have little decisions...little problems.  Then, you grow older, the problems get bigger...the decisions get bigger. 

When Aaron was in the hospital and I had to decide if I should take him home or stick him in a rehab facility, it seemed like such an easy decision.  Even though it was one of the biggest decisions in my life that I had to make on my own, there were absolutely no questions in my mind.

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A decision that I have been struggling with for the past year is whether or not to stay at the current hospital that we doctor at for Abram.  I believe in continuity of care.  That is one of the blessings of working at a small town hospital.  Everyone knows everyone.  You cannot get the care that we offer at a larger facility.

Abram knows his doctor and his PA and he loves his TLSO specialist.  But, is that facility the best place for my son?  Is he a little boy to them or a science experiment?  Lately I have been feeling like he is more of a science experiment.

Wrestling him back into a back brace routine has shown me that we need a place closer to home that we can have adjustments made to his brace.  No more four hour car rides one way to sit for an entire day in an office having adjustments made to his TLSO.  We have braved this path for three, almost four years and I feel...well...just done with this path.

It was almost as if a light was shined on the answer for me. One event lead to another and then...as quick as a snap of my fingers...everything had been arranged to start Abram at a new facility. 

But it was a huge decision.  Will Abram be treated well?  Will the new people that we will be dealing with actually listen to us?  Instead of driving four hours...two will be the maximum.  And I think that this decision is what is best for my son and for our family.  This is best for us at this point in our lives.  His first appt is in August and I guess we will see if this was really the best decision.

I will write my worries in the sand and let God take care of them.