Weston is our Superman!!!

The shock has worn off and reality has set in. Last night I tossed and turned all night. I could not sleep. I replayed the previous day's events over and over in my mind. The "what ifs?" and unknowns just got the best of me. At 3 o'clock I started praying. This morning Ashlyn mentioned the doctors came in a 3 o'clock and that Weston was struggling. Coincidence? I think not. Another divine appointment.

When the alarm went off we were already awake and getting ready. We stopped by McDonald's for breakfast and then Walmart for Emerald to buy a few things. I glanced down at the hood of my car and smiled. My hood was covered in pollen and in that pollen I saw Weston's handprints. Now normally those handprints would have made me mad, however not this time. I smiled and thanked God for his gentle reminder that he was once again in control.

On the way to the hospital we met Kelly Donahue, Weston's 2nd grade teacher to carry a few goodies to the hospital for her. Kelly currently teaches AIG at my school.

We got to the hospital and sat in the waiting room for a little while. People just keep coming- what a testament to how much the Edwards family is loved.

Knowing that I would have to leave for a doctor's appointment, I snuck back to Weston's room with Maw Maw and Aunt Net. This family is a singing family. I sing with them at church. I asked them if we could sing to Weston. The three of us started singing faithful classics like "There's Just Something About that Name", "The Blood that Jesus Shed for Me..." "Sweet Spirit" and "Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus". As we started singing the tears came. There was such a sweet spirit as we sang praises to the Lord. Weston would faintly move his fingers and toes in response. The nurses came in to change his sheets and check his vitals- this made him mad. He jerked his eyes open for a split second. NEVER HAVE I BEEN SO HAPPY TO SEE THOSE DOOKIE BROWN EYES! It was hard for me to leave.

I made it to the doctor's appointment an hour early because they had called and said they had a cancelation and would need me to come in early. I got there early for nothing. To say that I was frustrated by the time the doctor finally got around to seeing me would be an understatement. Finally he came in and I lost it. I cried like a baby. I felt like such an idiot. I told him "Don't check my blood pressure! I know it's going to be through the roof!" I was able to compose myself enough to explain the situation and he was very sympathetic.

I left the appointment and drove back to the hospital in the pouring rain. When I there I sat in the lobby with Jan and Keith for a while before going back into Weston's room. When I walked back there the nurses were messing with him again. This time Ashlyn was back there and saw those eyes open. That was a moment I'll never forget.

Emerald and I have dubbed Weston as our Superman- his already self-proclaimed nickname. Tonight we came home and made a poster with the Superman emblem for everyone to sign.

I left Weston tonight, "Keep fighting Superman! You always say you're stronger than me- so show me watcha got!"

Buddy couldn't keep his eyes open!