Time Passes Slowly in the ER
The unmistakable trappings of a hospital room. We are in the ER waiting to be discharged (actually, first we'd like the results of the x rays) but our emergency is not as urgent as those we are hearing around us. It's really a post-car accident precaution. So we sit and read the magazines we brought from home and pray for fellow patients whose voices happen to rise above the white noise. And we fervently hope we will be leaving soon.
Labels: family, perspective, recovery, waiting, winter
posted by Rebecca @ 1:45 AM
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Glad to hear all is well. When my daugher was born, she was 5 weeks early & spent a week in the NICU. She was fine, just complications from being early. The NICU was a place, like the ER, where you learn to be intensely grateful for your blessing and learn the fragility of life.
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