What a great weekend we had! On Saturday Jeff and I along with my parents and Jeff's mom went to the American Red Cross to get certified in Infant/Child CPR. Despite some joking around from Jeff that I had probably allowed my dummy to suffer severe brain damage for forgetting to hold his nose while blowing into his mouth, it went pretty well. The class was interrupted briefly by the Mayor, the Governor and the Director of Homeland Security, Janet Napolatino and their visit/ photo opp at the American Red Cross. Some in the class where really excited. I'm glad it made their day.
On Sunday, Jeff and Jessie surprised me with my beautiful gift! They planted a variety of Dahlia's into a planter for our back patio. As you can see they are gorgeous. And Jessie was so proud even though she admitted that her daddy really bought them and did most of the planting. It was a wonderful day. There was a time in my life when I questioned whether or not I was ever going to become a mother. Despite how badly I wanted it, I thought that it wasn't in God's plan for me. Then Jeff came along and completely changed my life. I am so blessed to have been chosen as the mother of my two children and wife to my husband. They are truly special in their own way. Although, Gabe hasn't quite made an entrance into this world, I feel that I already know him so well. My family is my world and there is no better or more rewarding job than to be a mother.
Below is a poem that was posted on one of the blogs I've been following. I felt that it couldn't be more accurate of what it feels like to have a child with CHD. It reads:
The Day I became a 'Heart Mother' by Stephanie Husted
One day my world came crashing down, I’ll never be the same...They told me that my child was sick...
I thought, am I to blame? I don't think I can handle this...
I'm really not that strong... It seemed my heart was breaking...As, I'd loved him for so long.
I will not give up on this child... Despite your best "advice"... I will give my child a chance...
No matter what the price... And I will learn all that I need... To help my child to thrive...
I'll even use that feeding tube... My child will survive!
Will he require therapy? What if he can't gain weight?
Alright God I can do this... I will not curse our fate.
The feeding pump beeps, (at 3:00 a.m.) It serves as my reminder...
How many parents would welcome that sound? Tomorrow Lord, I will be kinder.
Another angel earns their wings... and I run to my sleeping child's bed...
I watch him then, for quite awhile... (Bend down and kiss his head)
Then I cry for the parent's whose lives have been broken, and I look to God wondering why?
Oh Lord, I just can't know your ways... No matter how I try.
And yet, I trust YOU hold his life, (and guide us through each day)
My mind says savor each moment he's here... But my heart whispers, “Please let him stay”.
From... pacing the surgical waiting room... to sitting by his hospital bed...
From... Wishing for a good night’s sleep... to learning every med...
From... wondering will he be alright? To watching him reach out his hands...
with every smile, my heart just melts... (despite life's harsh demands)
For all who see that faded line... I look to them and smile... You see my child is loved so much...
I would face any trial... That same scar I trace with my finger... (It's the door to his beautiful heart)
I never guessed how much I'd love him... (Just as YOU loved him right from the start)
A heart mom is always a heart mom... (Now wise beyond her years)
And for those who have angels in heaven... Our hearts share in all of your tears...
Every day I will strive to remember...
You chose me for him (and no other)
and I will embrace that beautiful day...
When I became a "heart mother".
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment