Our family was perfect. Our daughter and son were born 2 years and nine months apart. When we brought our Robert home from the hospital, Jennifer sat beside him in the car, gently rubbed his face and said over and over, “Mommy, he is so cute. He’s my brother and he’s so cute.” She would continue to say those words as they grew up. They loved each other, fussed with each other and were very protective of each other.
When Jennifer was in ICU for 15 days with pneumococcal pneumonia several years ago, I never left her side. When our children were sick those were the times that I wished I was anything but a nurse. I was a mom first and foremost but the nursing side of me could not be ignored. I was not fond of that side and the medical personnel providing care to her probably weren’t either.
The first week was a waiting game and I prayed harder than I ever had before. It was the scariest time of my life. Into the second week she began to turn the corner and was a little more alert each day. She didn’t talk very much to any of us though, and didn’t show much emotion during that time. She was very tired and her body was trying to recover. We were ok with that; she was slowly improving and that was all that was important. Imagine our joy and surprise when Robert walked into her room one day and she suddenly sat up in her bed and said with a huge smile on her face, “Bubba!”. His visit that day was the turning point in her recovery. Several days later she was moved out of ICU and into a regular room.
I know all of our prayers were heard but it was the reaction of the love for her brother and the sight of her brother walking into her room that let us know that God was listening. Robert provided us with the sign that was heaven sent. …“And the greatest of these is love.”