I wrote and rewrote about 9 blogs but I just couldn't get my words together. I was going to write about the visit to the Neurologist last Friday, the steroid therapy Christian tried last week, how much I love, love, love ISR, and some upcoming things this week, including two of my babies' birthdays.
But I couldn't get my head on straight because I kept thinking about another family.
This family suddenly lost their little fighter, Samantha, on Sunday. She fought and fought until her fight was through and it was time to go home.
Her mommy, Heather, is a blog mommy friend of mine who I know through blog and facebook comments. But through her beautiful writing, I knew her story, I knew Sam's story.
Sam's story was a hard one, but even through words on a blog there was joy, there was celebration, there was humor, and there was peace.
I am in awe of Heather and her persistence and positivity when it came to being Samantha's mother. I am inspired by her every day. Reading her entries inspired me not to ever feel sorry for myself and our situation. What we do is still parenting - whether it's burping babies or changing g-tubes - it's still parenting, no more and no less.
My heart is heavy for her today and she's in every other thought. She and Sam were and are a continued inspiration. For such a little thing that Sam left a mighty big footprint on this world.
So I'm taking time out of my appointment-swim lessons-medications-complaining-hbot-day to day happenings to simply remember Sam.
"The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all."
-Emperor from Mulan
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