Discharged

My daughter was discharged today from the hospital day program. Now the hard part starts. She will require Occupational Therapy, Speech Therapy, as well as Behavioral Therapy. I know I'm going to feel like a taxi service hauling her around.
I told my parents today and they took it better than I thought. I was surprised. She's still going to spend a week with them this summer so it will be a welcome relief.
I'm going to have to cut back on my job hours, since I'll be taking her here, there, and everywhere! I just want her to get better. I still can't pray about it. So I have others praying for us. I'm still so angry. But I have to take care of her. She is a gift from God and I am her custodian in this life. She is and always has been His. When she was baptized as an infant, David and I dedicated her life to Christ and His ways, not ours. I guess I'm mourning my "perfect" baby girl. She is "perfect" and God has a plan for her life and for David and I. It's very hard to understand, but Christ won't let me down. He never has.