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Continued from When The Train Left the Station.

Later that same day our case manager called and amazingly, she was able to schedule the meeting for the next morning at 10:00.  We were stunned.  This just does not happen, especially during the week between Christmas and New Year.  Friday morning we sat around a table with a team of people.  We talked about the past years, went over notes and records, and then all at once, residential care was approved.

The next step was admittance to the program we most wanted.  With the holiday, their admissions committee wasn’t meeting until January 2nd.  So we waited, and it was hard because this was the only plan we had.

I picked Dimples up on New Year’s Eve and she spent two nights with Aunt Michele before we left for medical appointments in Seattle.  On the 2nd, while at Seattle Children’s, I received the news that Dimples had been accepted to the program.  I was relieved, sad, anxious, but I also believed that this was God’s plan for her and for our family.

Dimples’ doctors were great and, knowing they would not see her for awhile, they took care of every medical thing they could.  They even did extra tests looking for any possible physical cause to explain what was going on – we didn’t want to leave a single stone unturned.

We traveled back to Idaho.  After over two weeks of calm, we couldn’t bring Dimples back home, especially knowing it would only be for a day.  How I wrestled with this – the idealist in me wanted to have two more days with her around our table and sleeping in her bed.  The realist knew it would not be good for the other children, and likely not for Dimples either.

We made plans for Dimples to spend the night with her friend, Happy, who is also a very close friend of Sunshine’s.  Sunshine wanted to go along, and since that is a fairly safe way for the girls to be together, we let her go too.  I’m thankful they had that time together.  Sunday morning we picked them up for church and planned to have a family dinner afterward.  Dinner plans fell through (something about the roast taking two hours longer to cook in the crock pot than I had planned) and the girls wanted to return to Happy’s for a party they were hosting, so back they went for one more night.

I spent Sunday afternoon doing Dimples’ laundry, shopping for new pajamas and snow pants for her, looking for special books on her shelves, and organizing her craft/drawing supplies.  It felt good to be busy.  I wondered if she would tear up her family pictures  or other things we had given her, but I decided that as long as it was not irreplaceable, I would send it along.

We loaded the car Sunday night, knowing that the next morning we would make the drive to Montana.

More soon.

Lisa

 



  1. Sharon (Reply) on Tuesday 15, 2013

    Praying this morning for strength for you today.

  2. Darci (Reply) on Tuesday 15, 2013

    Praying. Thanks for sharing with us.

  3. Cindy Mc (Reply) on Tuesday 15, 2013

    Lisa,
    Praying that your family and Dimples finds this time to be healing and restoring to wholeness. I know this is difficult, but I trust some day when you look back you will see God's hand at work and the miraculous ways he has provided for all of you. We have walked a very similar journey, it wasn't until we were able to heal a bit that we had perspective.
    Much love to you and your family.
    Cindy

  4. Laurel (Reply) on Tuesday 15, 2013

    Thank you for sharing. God so clearly orchestrated every piece of the timing. His hand is all over this. He knows what is best for Dimples.

    Praying for peace in your home . . . restoration in your hearts . . . joy on your lips . . . and faith to keep walking each step of the journey that the Lord has called you to.

    Hugs & Prayers,

    Laurel :)
    mama of 12

  5. Sadee (Reply) on Tuesday 15, 2013

    Praying for you – with tears in my eyes! I'm so sorry for your pain.

  6. SleepyKnitter (Reply) on Tuesday 15, 2013

    Reading along with these two posts, heartbroken for you and for Dimples and for your whole family. The swiftness of your decision that now was the time, and the amazing swiftness with which things happened afterward, and all of it happening after another child in the family offered a personal and very telling sacrifice to accommodate the struggling child — all of that is so much like our situation, which had also reached a crisis point at which I felt we could not safely have her in our home even one more week, not even one more weekend! In a way, reading your posts over the last week has been part of a healing process for me. I felt very alone when we were going through it because the majority of the wonderful people who were supporting us had not experienced what we had in our home. They were kind and supportive but had no way of knowing just how bad things really were, and a few still managed to be quietly condemning even as they helped us with various aspects of the transition. I think they felt we just hadn’t tried hard enough or long enough. But in reading your posts, I am re-living that time, those emotions, the intense grief, the intense relief of stress. It leaves me breathless, and I read your posts with deep, deep empathy. May God bring you peace and comfort, and may He do the same for Dimples in her treatment.

    • Kelli (Reply) on Tuesday 15, 2013

      SleepyKnitter, I feel that you are much more eloquent than I, but your words expressed my heart to a T. It has also been an emotional, but healing time for me to hear Lisa share this story. Although the details are different, the similarities are unbelievable. All I can say it "ditto" to every single line of your comment. Thanks for sharing- both of you. Your words have been a blessing to me. Continuing to pray for you & your family, Lisa!!

  7. Ann (Reply) on Tuesday 15, 2013

    Lisa, my heart is so heavy for you and all. I have no words except to say that you and your entire family are coveted in prayers. I think of you all through out the day, I think of Dimples and all your children and I send prayers and more prayers. Loving you all from afar–Ann