I have an amazing job. I love it, and I am so grateful for it. But I have to be honest – it’s freaking exhausting.
I am up before dawn every day (including weekends) to get started on my work. I am often up late as well, making sure loose ends are tied up and things are ready for the next day.
I am on call 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. I don’t get holidays off, and forget about sick days! I am expected to show up no matter how I am feeling. I knew this expectation when I accepted this position, but it’s still tough.
My daughter calls it “the blue hospital”.
Although, it wasn’t actually blue 8+ years ago when we first started going there.
The exterior has changed over the years. A new addition, adorned with pretty windows of all different shades of blues and some green, now welcomes us as we pull onto the campus. Thus, the new nickname. Continue reading
We do a lot of things for our children.
We drive them to sports and activities.
We sign them up for dance classes and music lessons.
We coordinate play dates with their friends.
We practice sight words and math problems, and make science fair displays with them.
We plan walks and bike rides and arts and crafts projects.
But sometimes, at the end of a long day, the best thing we can do is to be the soft place for them to fall.
This Valentine’s Day I may have lunches to pack instead of chocolate to eat,
I may be gifted messes instead of flowers,
I may be wiping away boogies instead of putting on makeup,
I may be dining on boxed mac and cheese instead of a restaurant meal,
I may have bedtime duty instead of a date night,
But my heart is full of gratitude because I am a mom to some special little valentines.
To The Parents Who Just Found Out Their Baby Has A Congenital Heart Defect:
I know you are scared, friend. I know all too well.
My first baby was diagnosed prenatally at 21 weeks with a CHD. We were devastated and scared. Following the announcement of “Congratulations, it’s a girl!” was the almost immediate declaration that something was seriously wrong with the structure of her heart. With our second child, our son, it wasn’t until he was 2 months old that we learned of his CHD diagnosis. Continue reading