Sometime the Best Medicine is Furry

Molly had a rough morning filled with pain.  Bless her heart, she tried to endure it.  She knew she couldn't get out of the PICU unless they kept the pain manageable.  It wasn't manageable at all this morning. 


Before the pain got out of control a volunteer stopped by to see if she was interested in a therapy dog stopping in to see her...well, she was so happy!  




Before the dog got there I read Molly this blog entry from her big sister, Bailey.     

http://baileydfreemire93.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-time-i-have-had-to-let-god-play.html


Just hearing from her big sister was a help.


Then the pain started to get worse and the first med didn't work.  They called back for the stronger narcotic.  It had finally started to kick in when Chloe came by.  It was just what Molly needed.  Once again, God provided the right help in the right time - and this time it was a four legged furry cute Portuguese Water Dog named Chloe....


We are now out of the PICU and in a regular room.  My guess is that Lily is going to be great therapy for Molly.