We ran full speed to the PICU, arriving only to see our nurse sitting calmly outside the room. She looked at us quizzically and asked if everything was okay. We assessed Peyton's room to find no doctors, no nurses, no extra machines. What was the fuss all about?
Turns out there's a tube system running throughout the hospital like one a bank uses in its drive-throughs. The intercom message beckoned for someone or another to come to communication station 231 where these tubes meet. What a relief!
We laughed and then returned to our small group. We found them in the waiting room outside the PICU. Evidently they had followed us a couple steps behind, stoping at the doors to the PICU, watching through the little windows in the doors. Needless to say, they were quite perplexed to see Rayna and I walking casually back to them laughing along the way. Once we explained our misunderstanding, everyone got a good chuckle and calmed down as the adrenaline wore off. One more example of our friends covering our backs and carrying our burdens.
It is so wonderful to have friends you know are there for you, not only in the good times but also the rough ones. They are truly a gift from God. Cherish them, as it seems they do you.
ReplyDeleteThis small group has been a source of strength for all of us for the past 10 days. Praise God and many He bless them mightily as they have blessed us. Amy and Steve
ReplyDeleteWe were still laughing on the way home!! It was a fun night.
ReplyDeleteWe're still here; praying and lifting Peyton up to the Lord for His Healing Hand.
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