Thankful
I, like many of you as well I’m sure, have been giving thanks this past week. Giving thanks to God, to the universe, to your family and friends for all of the wonderful that you have in your life.
I spent this past week, and if I’m being completely honest, the last 7 months, I have been giving thanks. I am thankful for the health of our three beautiful children, but just so incredibly thankful for Zachary’s health and prognosis.
I am thankful for the doctors and nurses that helped take care of Zachary along the way.
I am so thankful for the relationships I have with some of those nurses, and they will forever hold a special place in my heart.
I am thankful for trusting my mother’s instinct.
I am thankful for medicine, and technology.
I am thankful for God’s love and my ever changing relationship with him.
I am thankful for my husband---without him---I wouldn’t have made it.
I am thankful for the strength my little family was able to show during the hardest 139 days of our lives. 139 days…………….
I am thankful for the love and support we had from our amazing families and friends.
I am thankful that on Zachary’s one month birthday, he decided to keep fighting. That God decided he wasn’t ready to call him home.
I am thankful everyday.
The most confusing thing I am thankful for; I am thankful for this experience.
When we were going through this, I tried very hard everyday to see the purpose, to see the good, to see the positive in everything we were going through.
Some days…I didn’t see anything. I saw pain and crying and scared.
But I kept looking. I kept searching for the purpose in all of this. I knew it was there. I just wasn’t looking hard enough, or maybe it hadn’t presented itself to me yet.
What I didn’t know was…the purpose was presenting itself to me everyday.
The new people in our lives, who supported us through some of our darkest and most frustrating days. These people will forever be a part of our family.
The smiles from other sick children. Sicker than Zachary. If they can smile through their trials…I can smile and have grace through mine.
Learning life lessons from a newborn. Learning what strength, and fight, and courage truly looks like.
Knowing in my heart that my husband and I are stronger than ever. The love we have for each other and our children carried us through hell and out the other side.
Learning that it sometimes really does take a village. And what a village we have…
Truly understanding and seeing that there is always someone worse off…and having such compassion and respect for that now.
Learning how to truly soul search. And the amazing discoveries I learned about myself from doing so.
Seeing my own strength. From somehow mentally preparing to lose my child, to yelling at doctors and standing my ground…I have a strength I never knew I possessed.
And as cliché as it sounds...learning what truly matters. I mean, what truly matters.
Ultimately, it wasn’t just one.
We walked through hell, we sacrificed, we fought, we cried, we yelled, we triumphed, we laughed…we survived.
And for that…I am forever thankful.
I, like many of you as well I’m sure, have been giving thanks this past week. Giving thanks to God, to the universe, to your family and friends for all of the wonderful that you have in your life.
I spent this past week, and if I’m being completely honest, the last 7 months, I have been giving thanks. I am thankful for the health of our three beautiful children, but just so incredibly thankful for Zachary’s health and prognosis.
I am thankful for the doctors and nurses that helped take care of Zachary along the way.
I am so thankful for the relationships I have with some of those nurses, and they will forever hold a special place in my heart.
I am thankful for trusting my mother’s instinct.
I am thankful for medicine, and technology.
I am thankful for God’s love and my ever changing relationship with him.
I am thankful for my husband---without him---I wouldn’t have made it.
I am thankful for the strength my little family was able to show during the hardest 139 days of our lives. 139 days…………….
I am thankful for the love and support we had from our amazing families and friends.
I am thankful that on Zachary’s one month birthday, he decided to keep fighting. That God decided he wasn’t ready to call him home.
I am thankful everyday.
The most confusing thing I am thankful for; I am thankful for this experience.
When we were going through this, I tried very hard everyday to see the purpose, to see the good, to see the positive in everything we were going through.
Some days…I didn’t see anything. I saw pain and crying and scared.
But I kept looking. I kept searching for the purpose in all of this. I knew it was there. I just wasn’t looking hard enough, or maybe it hadn’t presented itself to me yet.
What I didn’t know was…the purpose was presenting itself to me everyday.
The new people in our lives, who supported us through some of our darkest and most frustrating days. These people will forever be a part of our family.
The smiles from other sick children. Sicker than Zachary. If they can smile through their trials…I can smile and have grace through mine.
Learning life lessons from a newborn. Learning what strength, and fight, and courage truly looks like.
Knowing in my heart that my husband and I are stronger than ever. The love we have for each other and our children carried us through hell and out the other side.
Learning that it sometimes really does take a village. And what a village we have…
Truly understanding and seeing that there is always someone worse off…and having such compassion and respect for that now.
Learning how to truly soul search. And the amazing discoveries I learned about myself from doing so.
Seeing my own strength. From somehow mentally preparing to lose my child, to yelling at doctors and standing my ground…I have a strength I never knew I possessed.
And as cliché as it sounds...learning what truly matters. I mean, what truly matters.
Ultimately, it wasn’t just one.
We walked through hell, we sacrificed, we fought, we cried, we yelled, we triumphed, we laughed…we survived.
And for that…I am forever thankful.