Waiting is the hardest thing to do
It was 5 am when I heard it. That awful alarm clock. Even though I wake each morning to my favorite sound - the beautiful music of Mumford & Sons - I really hate getting up early, especially on a day like today. I jumped in the shower and went through the motions. I washed, rinsed, and shaved. I haphazardly dried my hair only because I knew it would be two days until I could do it again. When I woke Ben, he got out of bed rather quickly, got dressed and headed to the van. He even carried our overnight bag for us. He fell asleep almost instantly as I tried to wake myself up. The drive to Philly is never fun this early in the morning, but the drive to Children's Hospital is even less fun. Ben has had chronic GI issues since birth. We've bounced around from doctor to doctor and facility to facility hoping each time that THIS was going to be the time we'd find some healing for him. No one has been able to find a solution - or worse, a cause - for his problems. And yet he