Once upon a time there was a girl who life handed some lemons...
Back in January when I began writing this blog (as an outlet to process my crazy life) I told myself that I would do my best to be transparent and real. To document the good, the bad & the ugly. Well, over the past few days I have been mulling this latest blog post over in my mind. I have written it over & over a thousand times since this past Sunday morning.
I woke up Sunday morning from my cozy ICU waiting room recliner, went to brush my teeth in the community bathroom, ran in to check on Par in ICU real quick, then wanted to get a load of laundry on to wash before everyone else woke up. (Hopefully no one else was gonna be washing on Mother's Day.) I had to go get the dirty clothes out of my minivan that was parked in the parking garage. When I got out to the garage, I discovered that my minivan had been broken in to. Ugh. I mean really?!?! What kind of a sorry dog breaks in to a minivan in a hospital parking garage and steals stuff? Talk about kicking somebody while they are down. My mind rushes to think "scum of the earth", "lowest of low", and "karma is gonna get you". Needless to say, the police report etc. slowed down my race to the washing machine. Eventually I got my clothes washed, but it has taken me a few days to process the most recent lemon that life handed me - (that sorry sucker left a real sour taste in my mouth).
Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. - James 1:2-3
Trust me friends, when I woke up Sunday morning, perseverance was the last thing on my mind. I think the combination of events just really came together to really "work" on me. Since then, I have had to really practice some good self-talk to get myself to make lemonade and consider things as pure joy.
Although Sunday really sucked (pun intended), Monday brought a welcome change of pace. Parson had proven herself over the weekend, so we unlocked the wheels on the crib and went for a field trip. We moved back up to PCU and have been enjoying the good life ever since. Momma gets to "room in" with PDiddy and enjoy the daybed & shower. Tuesday was the BEST day Parson has had since before Easter. She had a great workout with physical therapy and they ordered a high chair for her to sit up --She sat up for over 2 hours! All her fans were so glad to see her and see her sitting up. Today started out a little rough before she even woke up, but the docs ordered some extra meds to head it off. After a rough morning, this afternoon has been so much better. Today she sat up in the high chair at two different times. It had been a good day. I needed that.
People, this is how I see it. When life hands you lemons, you have got two choices... Suck on the lemons or MAKE LEMONADE! After another 7 days in ICU and my minivan being broken in to - I really, really, REALLY wanted to suck on the lemons. My kiddo is sick, my family is split, my car was robbed, I have been living in a hospital since February 4th and one of my chickens died (shhhh - Darby hasn't figured that out yet). Yeah, Sunday really sucked, but Monday, Tuesday & Wednesday have made me feel like a ROCKSTAR. My girl is beginning to smile, she is sitting up & she is feeling better. All that other junk doesn't matter.
Pure joy. Pour the lemonade. Cheers.