Grateful

I’m in my office editing away on a milestone session I had for the sweetest little guy last week… and looking over to the left of me, I see my daughters pump and IV. She’s asleep on the couch just out of sight. I see her nurse’s feet just near the fire place. She’s got a little spot set up where she’s taking care of multiple patients, her work is never ending. She pauses now and then to take Abigail’s vitals and to adjust the push level of the IVIG that’s running through my baby’s body. I see the sign I bought last fall from the dollar bins at Target during the fall season. It reads “GRATEFUL” and man don’t I know it ❤️ 

I don’t share much of the hard parts of this. I’d rather put focus on the positives because I’m an empathetic person. I feel my emotions and everyone else’s very powerfully. I am so GRATEFUL for the grace everyone has given us as we navigate this new life of parenting a child who’s medically fragile. All the love and thoughtfulness shown to my family. I’m so thankful that I’m able to continue working, doing what I love so dang much, to provide for my family still. Goodness ❤️ I wouldn’t wish to be here, but now that we are, I’m just thankful for the way it’s all transpired. I’m so glad our nurse is so wonderful and caring, she doesn’t ask for anything but I wish I could give her the world.

Life has made some unexpected changes for us, yet we still have to much to celebrate and give thanks for ❤️