I'm thankful for the feeding schedule that made us get up at 1 and 4am no matter if he got up or not.
I'm thankful for the NG tube and how difficult it was to deal with while I was by myself.
I'm thankful for the Sat monitor that was put on his foot, first three times a week, then twice, then once that went beep, beep, beep.
I'm thankful for being attached to a breast pump for what added up to about 3 hours everyday.
I'm thankful that my hands were so dry from being washed all the time that my skin would crack open and bleed.
I'm thankful for crying so much that it feels like you can't make another tear, then finding that indeed,
you can.
I am thankful for just laying down to go to sleep and hearing him cry because he's hungry.
I'm thankful for dirty diapers, even the ones that make your eyes water.
I'm thankful for the sinkful of bottles that I get to wash
every morning.
I'm thankful for the purple laundry bag next to the dresser that never seems to be empty.
I'm thankful that my living room has not only regular furniture, but also a big swing and a bouncy seat to step around.
I'm thankful for having to pick up the toy that's been dropped for the fifth time.
I'm thankful for having to find a sink immediately to wash off the bonky because it fell on the dirty floor.
I'm thankful that my house is never quite as clean as I want it to be because my time was spent doing something with him.
I'm thankful for two hour long airplane rides where the turbulance is so bad my head smacks the ceiling of the plane.
I'm thankful for the $12,000 bill for one of those airplane rides that they told us we had to pay.
I'm thankful for a 30 minute echo at 1am where I'm falling asleep holding his hand.
I'm thankful for cold showers in the hospital bathrooms.
I'm thankful for Jeremy packing my suitcase for me and forgetting my underwear.
I'm thankful for getting to sleep with my mom on a coushin smaller than a twin size bed.
I'm thankful for getting puked on after an xray while wearing the one and only shirt I had with me.
I'm thankful for being woken up at 5am for a set of vitals and a weight.
I'm thankful for thin hospital blankets that might as well be sheets that no matter how many you pile on, you still freeze at night.
I'm thankful that all the drs and nurses in STL have seen me at 7am, looking worse than most of you will ever see me look.
I'm thankful for my cold lunch on the tray that has sat there for an hour because the sat monitor is going off.
I'm thankful for 5 hour car rides home when everyone is tired and cranky and my arm is asleep from being slung over the seat holding the bonky in his mouth so he wont cry and this annoying toy suddenly becomes funny because we are so delirious.
I'm thankful that diapers are so expensive.
I'm thankful that I"ve been to the drs office more in six months than I had been in my previous 26 years.
I'm thankful that half our family didn't see him until he was six months old.
I'm thankful for having to wait 3 hours for a compounded prescription.
I am thankful that our first visit to church he cried the whole service.
I'm thankful that I was forced to quit my job.
I'm thankful that the only time I have to write this is at 11:45 at night.
I'm thankful for wondering so many times "is this ever going to get easier?" and now seeing that it has.
I'm thankful for other people's stories of their HLHS babies who have gone to be with Jesus.
You may think I'm crazy to be thankful for these things, but they all mean that my Damon is ALIVE. Will I ever complain about having to do dishes, or laundry, or getting up early because somebody was ready to play? Yes I will. But in the back of my mind, I will forever be thankful. Thank you God for these seemingly bad things, they are and will remain a blessing. Talk to you later.
Sarah