I know that I have been "complaining" a lot lately...so I wanted to take this moment to say what I have learned from everything between Kaden and Ava.
I have learned that I am a lot stronger than I thought I was. I have my moments as anyone would but I am (as I have said before) so proud of what I have become from it all.
I have learned (a little too much about) patience.
I have learned faith (again).
I have learned that Nate is even more of great dad than I already thought he would be. I am so thankful that God put the two of us together. Don't get me wrong, we have our times as any couple would in this situation but it is making our marriage stronger, it is proving to us that we can get through anything together.
I have learned that a complete stranger can be your closest friend. I can not believe how many wonderful people I met. It means so much to me to have all of you in our lives. Your strength helps build our strength. I am inspired by each and every one of you and the kindness you extend to myself and my family.
I have also learned the TRUE importance of family. I have been blessed with an absolute wonderful family and extended family. I can honestly say I know how it feels to be loved and supported. I know that I can count on them to help us get through any sticky situation. I also love the fact that they are so loving and accepting of my babies. Nate and I try to let Kaden live as normal as a life as possible and our family does the same.
I am so thankful with all that we have been blessed with.
What does it mean to be the parent of a child with a heart defect?
It means going into your baby's room a dozen times a night just to check to see if he's still breathing.
It means standing over the crib to watch the chest rise and fall and when you don't see it move, you begin to panic and put your head down close to your baby's face to try and hear him breathe.
It means that when you don't see the chest move and you don't hear him breathing (because your own heart's beating is drowning out any other sound in the room), you put your finger under the baby's nose to feel the air on your finger – until you wake the baby and it stirs – and you're thankful, so thankful that he's still with you.
It means feeling a huge sense of relief when he hears you and opens his eyes and smiles.
It means saying a prayer of thanks for another day.
It means measuring out his medication and panicking if he spits some of it out. How much did he spit out? One cc? Two or three? Then wondering if you should guesstimate how much more he should have and if you'd overmedicate him.
It means checking his nail beds against your own to determine how blue he is today.
It means asking your husband, your mother, or your sister, "Do his lips look blue to you?"
It means snuggling him in an extra blanket for fear he won't be warm enough.
It means worrying that even a sniffle could cause an infection that could harm his heart.
It means taking your baby to the doctor and worrying that he will catch something in the waiting room, so you walk back and forth in the corridor until the nurse calls his name and takes you straight back to the examination room.
It means knowing that everyday is a blessing and a gift.
It means knowing that you are the luckiest person in the world, just to be a parent.
It means cherishing every moment, every breath with such intensity that you feel tears come to your eyes for no apparent reason.
It means praying for a miracle to save your baby's life.
It means praying your marriage is strong enough to endure the hospitalizations, separations, and grief.
It means praying for the will to live, even if your baby doesn't.
It means your own heart knows a pain, no parent should know.
It means feeling weak, helpless, angry, and depressed because your child's fate is out of your hands.
It means feeling strong, determined, and brave because you know you have to be.
It means your love knows new unlimited boundaries.
It means your pride in your child's accomplishments is unparalleled.
It means your pain has taught you a deeper sense of compassion than you ever imagined.
It means we are all united by the same feelings.
It means that we all know the mixed up emotions of dealing with death – but more importantly of living with life.
It means that even though we are strangers, we are more to each other than friends could ever be.
By Anna Jaworski (1996)
Do Not Worry
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