Three months from that dreadful night

My children were 4 and 5 years old when this happened. My family tried to take care of them, but their dad (which they really didn't know, because he was an absentee father) stepped in and took them (I had custody even when I was in the hospital).

It was three months from that dreadful night at the emergency room, until I saw my children again. My mother and step-father brought them to see me, after they removed the tubes from my body, so as not to scare them. It didn't work, they were afraid to get near me, and it didn't help that I was crying, but no sounds were coming out.

My children were so traumatized! It was two more months before the kids were brought to see me. I prayed for my children to be able to deal with me without fear.

I had been moved to the rehab unit, so my family threw a pizza party in my room. I could eat solid food, but it took more energy to eat, than the food provided. So I ate hardly anything. I went from 145 lbs to 98 lbs. But I loved the junk food!

At the party my children warmed up to me, when no one else would pay attention to me, my four year old would yell, "My mom's spelling something!"

Slowly my children's fear melted away and our relationship was not just restored, but strengthened.

If you believe, you shall receive whatever you ask for in prayer.

Matthew 21:22

I am blessed,

Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce