The good Samaritan

Yesterday was a doctor day. You may remember me saying that I don't get much done on those days. Woke up at 6:30 to get me and the kids ready to go by 7:30. My Dad picked me up so I could be with Sophia in the back. The appointment was a well check for Max and Sophia's regular check-in. Started at 8:30 and it lasted a couple of hours. I'm not talking about your typical doctor's appointment, with wait time, Etc that takes a couple of hours getting in and out. Her pediatrician literally blocks out a couple of hours every 3 weeks to talk to me about Sophia, what is new, and how to best care for her. Then we headed down to the pharmacy and waited 30 mins for ONE of her four prescriptions to get filled. Stopped by an outlet store on the way to the other pharmacy because I was determined to do something a little normal. I exchanged a gift (really cute onesies they just don't work with her feeding tube) for a beautiful dress. Only took a couple minutes but it felt good to do something regular. They asked for my ID for the exchange. My wallet. It wasn't in my purse. My stomach became sick. How will I get the rest of her prescriptions on the way home? They'll need my ID for a controlled substance. And she really needs them. I was worried, but I didn't have time to be bc I got in the car and she became fussy, having little seizures while she was trying to fall asleep. I asked my dad to head home, we'd have to figure out how to fix this later. I was re-tracing my steps and making calls, trying to find my wallet. All while in the back of my car dealing with a cranky 3 year old pushing nap time... and a special needs baby having seizures in my arms. Nobody had seen it. I realized Jason could pick up the prescriptions when his plane landed, but that didn't make me feel better as I also realized how difficult it was going to be to replace everything in my wallet...on top of the stress of Sophia's condition and the endless paperwork and sleep deprivation that goes with it.....my brain wouldn't compute. It was too much. I was just hoping the Lord would step in. 

Then..... I got a call from the pediatrician's office. Someone had found my wallet in the parking lot at the strip-mall, and called the pediatrician's office to get a hold of me. An angel. We turned around, he waited for us to come pick it up. What a huge blessing this was. A good person. A smart person, found my wallet and saved me from the added stress to my already VERY difficult situation. I was more grateful than I could ever express, although I tried. I knew the Lord was looking out for me. Aware of me. Knowing that I have to go through this, Heavenly Father still finds ways to show me that He is there, helping where He can. And in my experience it's usually in the form of a good person. We were able to get the rest of Sophia's needed prescriptions that day. I hope when all this is over, that I can be a person who provides relief to others by good deeds and small acts of kindness. I am so grateful for the good Samaritan yesterday.

Sophia today...

This picture is super special to me. All of my babies have worn this hat. Starting with Michael, my first baby, on the first day I ever took him swimming. I will always remember that day. I slathered him in sunscreen and took a million pictures of him in this hat before we went outside. Sophia actually looks a lot like him in this picture :-)