Everyday I see my baby fight for his life. I see him fight to heal. I see him endure blood gas after blood gas, blood transfusion after blood transfusion. I have seen him persevere through a tube in his chest, IV's in his arm, his hand, his foot and now his head. I have seen him stuck so many places that it's a miracle that he has a healed vein left. I see him with this archaic looking straw stuck in his stomach to drain out what doesn't belong so that the little hole that developed in his kidney can heal. Yet despite the process he strongly fights through. He kicks, he moves, he plays, and he captures your heart. I see him and I understand a little of his plight, for I too was not to long ago stuck all over with needles, prodded, injected with fluids, medicine, and whatever else the doctors saw fit to give me. I see him and I want to scoop him into my arms, hold him close, and reassure him with the strength of my love that everything will be okay. However I see him and I can do nothing to protect him. I am powerless. I am stricken with my inability to do. For I cannot control what was never mine to control. Daily As I slowly walk the footsteps that mothers with a premature child walked before me I come into more of an understanding that this is not a battle that I alone can fight. I realize that I must trust God and the plan He has for my son. I realized that at this juncture this is a cross that my precious son must bear on his own. This journey he walks can only be walked by him and with one other...the Lord. At this time the only thing I have to give him is my presence, my love, and my spiritual and emotional support.
Until Next Time The Journey Continues
The Journey Continues...
Though life seems to constantly hand me limes I am determined to live life until they ripen so that I can make some BOMB BEHIND LEMONADE!