Yesterday was such a day. One that at the end of it you can't even fully describe all that happened, who was there, and how you felt about it.
My little sister had her baby girl yesterday afternoon. After a series of events that I don't really care to recall in detail, I left the hospital last night while Madison Taylor was still breathing with the help of an oxygen machine. Details about her condition weren't readily given to any of us, so it was difficult to know how serious it was or wasn't.
I went to sleep last night (after a large glass of wine and lots of tears) knowing that this little baby girl wasn't able to eat anything until she was able to fully breathe on her own!
I held my own baby last night and I looked at my son, and I just cried to my husband. We are told to be grateful and told to cherish the moments, but it really really hit me last night. I am so blessed. I mean....I really am.
I have a tendency to think about all those things I don't have but wish I had, or all those things my husband doesn't do that I wish he would. But all those things don't matter when I look at my children and realize how much I do have. They are so healthy. And they are so good and sweet. Five-month-old Emma was with me all day in the hospital and she never complained.
In the midst of typing that last sentence I got a message from my sister saying that Madison had been taken off the machine at last, was breathing on her own, and was finally given something to eat! Yay!
Now I'm off to see my precious new neice for the very first time...
Have as great of a day as I will everyone!
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