I hate today. I’m so glad I never have to relive it. And I’m so glad I got it.
Never again do I want to fearfully confess to Matt that our baby resembles the picture of a near-death baby I saw on Instagram last summer.
Never again do I want to go to the pediatrician for the third consecutive day because Annie cannot keep anything down or in.
Never again do I want my sweet friend, fellow HLHS mom pediatrician to look me in the eye and urge, “Go, now. Don’t stop by home for clothes. Don’t stop on the side of the road for bad weather. Go to the ER now! If you can’t make it on your own, call an ambulance.”
Never again do I want to hand my baby back over for the night to an ICU room that is so intensive a parent is not allowed a place to sleep.
But I’m so glad I got today.
I’m so glad that today, I’m the momma Annie squirmed to reach from underneath the echo probe.
I’m so glad that today, Annie livened up enough to repeatedly bat her nurse’s back in protest to the every-2-hour blood draw.
I’m so glad that today, three medical personnel who cared for Annie referred to her as “their Annie.” I’m so glad that today Audrey had people who stepped in and loved her well.
I’m so glad that today Annie got a little better.
I’m so glad that today God provided enough mercies for today. I’m so glad that today ends with hope that He will again tomorrow too.
they are new every morning;
…don’t waste away your days waiting for better ones ahead.”