I will not complain...

Last week my big problem was that my washer decided that enough was enough and went on permanent strike. I was just thankful that it's financial timing was perfect, however I can't say as much for it being considerate of the pending snow storm.

After selecting the beast that would tackle the massive aftermath the old one left behind, we waited for it's highly anticipated arrival.  And then the snow came and the washer didn't...

And so I complained... a little... or perhaps a lot.

Twice my washer was brought within 400 yards of my home... and twice it was taken away because they couldn't get through the blizzard remnants to get it into the house.

But now I will no longer complain because 3 days ago life reminded me what a real problem was, knocking my washer and weather problem significantly down in the rankings. Cohen started getting sicker and we were having to consider the possibility of heading to Cincinnati.

Washer and storm problem status reduced too... just a terrible inconvenience!

I will not complain because... 48 hours ago, it was a done deal... we were told that it would probably be best to get him to Cincinnati and so we started making the arrangements for our travel.

That's when I petitioned my friends for prayers! 

Then 24 hours ago... I found myself involved in a furry of phone calls and blood tests in an attempt to figure out the best treatment plan for our superhero.  Our doctors in Cincinnati were corresponding with each other trying to figure out a plan, unfortunately, we are on uncharted waters with Cohen. Every illness is complicated by his FPIES, which requires us to carefully weigh treatments so they don't do more damage than the illness.

My little boy is so very strong and even through the pain of repeated blood work he would smile with tears streaming down his little face and then thank everyone when it was over. 

Then last night we saw the result of countless prayers....

I was still trying to get home from the doctors office when our amazing pulmonologist in Cincinnati called and I heard her speak the most beautiful words.... "Let's treat him at home for now and just keep a close eye on him!"  One of the advantages to having a doctor in the home and I am sure a major factor that played into her final decision. She gave me her number and instructed me to notify her in the event that he declines in the slightest. He is doing well enough now that we all feel comfortable with this plan.

Waiting to be taken to it's final resting place.

I could have done a happy dance.... however I was still sitting in my car!

What washer and storm problem??

I will not complain because nothing else matters right now... 

Cohen and I were suppose to be 6 hours away from the rest of our family, in a hospital with my little superhero... but were not.... were home. And although he isn't out of the woods just yet I have confidence he will be better soon and we will be giving God all the Glory.

I know that your prayers are responsible for this battle's victory and I can't thank you enough. Please keep praying us through the rest of the war, your faithfulness is making a difference in the life of one little superhero.

Did I mention we get to stay HOME? 

It's safe to say I'm extremely happy to have my entire family under one very snowy roof... I will never take that gift for granted!