06/04/2023
It just hit me. 5 years ago… this is not at all what I imagined life would look like.
I was actually pretty terrified that I wouldn’t be a mom any more. We had such a hard time getting pregnant with Henry. Then we we’re told he had a problem with his heart and there was a 35% chance he wouldn’t make it to his fifth birthday.
That number felt huge. But it made me fight harder.
That first year is a blur of exhaustion and hospitals and doctors and fear. So many hospital stays so many therapy appointments. John broke his leg just to make things more interesting… I cried over the dishes. I cried in the piles of laundry. I didn’t think that season would ever end. Daily life felt impossible. Feeding everyone, keeping them clean and clothed was all I had in me. But slowly routines were established. John got better and things got brighter day after day.
Reflecting back we are getting ready to celebrate that Henry has beaten the odds. He has not only survived but thrived. My worst fears in all of this was that he would have a stroke and develop autism. Both happened and we’re all still ok. We find ourselves in another season where daily life feels insurmountable. But the roles are reversed. John is drowning in dishes and laundry and toys. I’m fighting for health and doing my best to help where I can.
I can’t believe we made it to 5 years. I thought we’d be more stable. I thought life would make more sense by now. Instead we are living in the remains of so much trauma, hoping to find clarity and stability.
With bills to pay and groceries to buy we won’t be able to celebrate this big milestone for Henry like I had imagined. But the size of the celebration doesn’t dictate the size of the victory.
Thank you to the thousands of you that have prayed for Henry over the last 6 years. (While I was still pregnant with him too) thank you to every single one of you that have donated each time things got extra difficult. Or met practical needs in other ways with meals, gifts, or just lending an ear or a shoulder when it was all just too much. We wouldn’t be here without each of you.