Praying for Bugs...

...or actually the lack there of. John has been 2 days without any IV fluids, I have done everything short of lay on the floor and beg the docs to take out his temporary central line now. The poor nurse coordinator is in the middle between docs who want to see him make it through the weekend without needing to use the line before they pull it out and parents who are scared that he will end up needing to use it to get antibiotics to kill the bugs that attach to it over the weekend. That woman needs some kind of medal, or at least kevlar underpants, not that we've been purposively giving her a hard time, but just that it's hard to be caught in the middle between two sets of people who have such opposite and voraciously held opinions. So this weekend we sit and watch and pray. We pray that John's line will remain infection free until Monday morning when the poor-kevlar-underpants-deprived woman promised that she would get that line out of him if he made it through the weekend without needing it. We pray that John's docs are right and that this one last weekend won't cause him weeks upon weeks of setback because of yet another line infection. We pray for our own sanity and that we will remember that God is in charge of even the most minute details including microscopic critters that will hopefully remain in John's gut this weekend and not decide that it's time to vacation in his bloodstream. We pray for the kevlar-underpants-deprived woman that she will have a nice weekend with her family and not burn out in this job because she keeps getting caught in the middle between obstinate doctors and obstinate parents. We pray, and thankfully the Holy Spirit understands our prayers because honestly this weekend they will probably be a mish mash of gibberish and crazy, in the end we pray in thanksgiving that the God who created us knows that we are sinners full of doubt and fear and loves us so much that He sent His only Son to die and rise again to forgive us and to carry us through days of crazy headedness or surely we would be lost.