Ive been busy over the last week learning some very important life lessons. There have been quite a few times where I've looked up at the sky and said 'Really'? Universe/Karma/God?
But in the end, I'm overflowing with gratitude. Our baby is on the mend, after 5 nights in intensive care, he's turned a corner and its a big deal. and i feel overwhelmingly lucky, lucky to have so many friends and family who have helped, txt, called, dropped off food, coffee and hugs.
There was one particular night, i was sitting on my front steps at 1am waiting for my sister in law to arrive and stay with the kids while i went back into the hospital because he was deteriorating quickly. It was dark, the stars were out and it was very still. I haven't had any reason to pray in the last few years, and i thought maybe that would help, fear is a great inspirer. But i couldn't, it seemed hypocritical and cliche. So instead i talked to my mum... to my nan and grandad... and to Neroli. I wasn't looking for a miracle cure, i was covering my bases, its horrible to think of it now, but i wanted them close - so that if we lost him, i would know that he wouldn't be alone.
We are so lucky to live in New Zealand. I know there are a lot of people who have hard luck hospital stories, but we have had one of the most amazing experiences where across the board people have used all of their knowledge, skill and expertise to pull our little guy through.
So, in the end, its about having an attitude of gratitude. We're lucky, and we really know it.
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