I guess it’s usually better to get the bad news out first. S had interviewed for a job in his company that would have transferred us back to Florida (which is a huge prayer for us). He pretty much had been given blessings and was set to leave—and they hired someone else. So, we’re down. I don’t really understand. Truthfully, there are days when I really think that I might lose my mind (usually after a trip to the SS office or one of the days when we have 3 doctors appointments in different areas of town). I’m tired. I don’t get to sleep (I have this weird anxiety thing going on—I keep having bad dreams about Jack choking or strangling himself with the feeding tube, so I lay awake and stare at him for hours. Needless to say, I am going to the doctor on Monday). I miss my family. I miss my friends. I think Jack would be better off near a Children’s hospital. I don’t know, I think maybe his bosses don’t understand the gravity of Jack’s situation–or what kind of stress this has put on our family. We will probably own a wing of Memorial Hospital this year with the money we owe them! S and I haven’t gone out alone (except for our anniversary debacle, which we won’t talk about) since Jack came. And we don’t expect people to babysit for us…I mean, seriously, the pump is scary! But it would sure be nice to be near family so if Jack was napping I could leave him with V and run to the store. So anyway, after all this that I have written…please pray for us. Pray that God moves, and the Powers that Be at S’s job get it! Of course, I know that everything is in God’s time…but we’ve been praying since Christmas about this.
Now, yesterday, during the eternal wait (that didn’t end out the way we wanted, in case you didn’t know that already), I took J and Jack to this place called Oatland Island (otherwise known as Savannah’s Zoo). OK..this had to be the worst thing that I have ever done. You drive in, and it’s like going to Walton’s Mountain…there’s nothing there. Then, you emerge into the marsh. They hand you a map and say “Good Luck!” and off you go. The trails are reminiscent of some place the Crocodile Hunter might be found—which had me believing that at any given moment a giant snake would crawl out of the marsh and eat all 3 of us. Plus, I am pushing a stroller–over large sticks and it’s not paved…and then I started to worry about malaria because of the giant mosquitoes! So we wander around and look at the lovely specimen…panthers, cranes, bobcats, bears, bison, wolves…and this all leads to this boardwalk out over the marsh. Well, the boardwalk has NO RAILING! So I am picturing Janson going in, and I am praying it’s not deep–because there is no way I am going into those snake-infested waters (truth be told, I totally would go save her, but she would owe me for the rest of her life, and the ambulance would have to sedate me)! So, J is telling me it’s OK…until we get about mid-way across, when she freaks out and says, “I don’t like this! HELP!” So I am carrying her and pushing Jack…and worrying that now we’re ALL going in (and the sign in front of me says Beware of Snakes and Alligators). So we finally get through the whole place and we get in the car. Janson looks at me and tells me that’s the most fun she’s had EVER! Does that make it worth it? of course it does…….
so here we have the Oatland Island pictures……the scary boarwalk, Jack and his mosqito netting, J, and J again. She was so happy!