Miracle Child

Yesterday, I started writing an extremely negative post. I was feeling very sorry for myself. Very jealous of other people and their "easy" lives. Aly's doctor visit today brought me back to earth.

I am lucky. I am blessed. My baby is doing much better than expected. Things could be so, so much worse. Instead of wasting my energy being jealous of everyone else and feeling punished, how about I appreciate that my daughter is in the business of making doctors scratch their heads and eat their words.

We found out that another baby had a similar situation at the hospital, with similar symptoms. They were worried an infection was going around. It wasn't an infection. Sounds like the other baby had a much worse outcome than Aly.

This doesn't mean I'm not gonna feel angry, or jealous or like we have been treated unfairly by God. But this does mean that I'm going to try harder to keep things in perspective.

I still have my baby. She is my heart outside of my body. She is happy. She is thriving. She is proving them all wrong. She is amazing. She has such a capacity for love. She trusts so readily. She forgives. She smiles and I swear the entire room lights up. These are the things I need to remember when I am asking, "Why me?"

What a difference a day makes.

When Aly was in the hospital, all I wanted to do was hold my baby. When I am feeling especially low, that's all I need to do, and she reminds me what is really important. That I can still hold my baby. And that means everything.

GO ALY!