Last night Stacy posted this on Facebook:
“To my friends… so much is going on with James that I am trying not to go to a bad place. We need all your thoughts and prayers to make James better… he will never be “normal” but we will do the best we can with what we got.”
If you haven’t read the previous post, First Trip to the ER, we took James to the ER on November 29th because he was having breathing issues that we couldn’t get under control at home. In medical terms, he was in respiratory distress. After eleven long days, we were finally able to bring him home 3 days ago, Thursday, December 10th.
James spent two months in the NICU after he was born and we knew that he came with a lot of issues. By the time we brought him home, we thought we could handle it. Maybe we were wrong. We’ve been trying to do the best we can, but maybe it’s not enough. I say ‘we’, but in all reality, it’s mainly Stacy, and I think it’s taking a toll on her.
This is not the way it was supposed to be. When Stacy and I met and fell in love, we talked about having a family. The thought of having a kid with so many medical issues never entered our minds. I don’t think that thought crosses anyone’s mind when they think about having kids. This is the hand we were dealt, and we need to make the best of it. Or as Stacy said, “we will do the best we can with what we got.” I suppose that is all we can do, right? I just hope our best is good enough.
