Something to do with her stomach/gut is just putting her down something awful. She wails at night, and we can do nothing. Her body shuts down into sleep from exhaustion, until pain wakes her up again. She cries minutes after being fed her formula, and I tell her that "We need to give you food. We need to keep you with us". She was terribly constipated and that seems to have been relieved, though there may be painful complications since then. We've told the doctor everything that we've tried, a schedule of everything we and she has done over the last week. With Ani's better communication, I believe that she understands that we are doing _everything_ we can to help her, and that we never stop thinking of how to help her. And this helps my already troubled heart. I look at her and see such a beautiful soul, mind and body, sometimes wracked by pain, and I suffer with her. Her smiles and giggles are ambrosia, more beautiful than anything in any art gallery, or vista of nature. I truly believe that she's getting better, and I've told her so. But I've also had to tell her "I don't know when you'll get better". My faith is tested by merely praying for deliverance from pain for her, and yet I cry at her bedside. Mark Shultz's song "He's my son" rings so familiar in my ears and heart.
God, please guide us, guide the doctors, guide Ani towards a path of "peace of body" for Ani. Continue the wonderous healing you are performing directly in Ani, and through the repair mechanisms you have designed into our incredible bodies. I ask this in the name of your son Jesus, in whom we may take refuge, amen.
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We are praying along with you.
We pray for Ani's comfort and healing. We pray that God will strengthen you and Christy. That His grace and mercy will pour down upon you. That each day would bring new hope and promises of His great love for each of us.
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