Today is just one of those days that you think "Where did my sweet baby go?" It's a struggle to see her in pain and not know what it is that's hurting and what we can do to help. To offer her 10 different food options and by the time you're done you're both in tears and nothing has been consumed. To wish that she could just be like "other babies" and sleep off her sickness instead of waking up every hour and the only way she'll stay asleep is to nurse. To watch her go through breathing treatments after praying so hard that she would never have to struggle with asthma the way that you did.
I'm not looking for sympathy, just people who understand. People who might feel like they're not alone because they're facing or have faced the same things.
These days are hard but they also hold glimmers of hope. Little glimpses of the baby you know and love so well. The reminder of how blessed you are and how hard you prayed for what you have now.
Despite its difficulty, it's worth the tears, the uncertainty, the frustration, the momentary feelings of insanity, and sides of yourself that you never wanted to see and vowed you would never be. It's all so. very. worth. it.
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