Thursday, June 20, 2013

It's been one year.

This week marked one year since we were brought to a room where Wyatt's medical team waited for us, prepared to deliver the news that no parent ever wants to hear.

We've done all we can. I'm out of tricks. We can make him comfortable.

I remember clearly a lot of what was said. I sat, silent, wanting to just tell them to stop. I knew what they were going to say before I even stepped into the room. Bryan and I walked back into room 8, one of the patient rooms we were frequently given, and I looked at our friends who had been watching over Wyatt while we met with the doctors, and as I began to cry said "We're taking him home." 

We took our son home the next day, away from the hospital which we knew so well.

It's been one year...12 months...365 days...525,600 minutes...31,536,000 seconds.

Some of those seconds, minutes, days and months have been difficult, frightening and painful. But we've also been able to experience the opposite to those emotions too. I like to think of those times much more than the others. But sometimes it's hard to not recognize the tough times, especially right now. While he's greatly struggling at the moment and he's frightened me this week on multiple occasions, his strength and the fight within him is extraordinary. It's undeniable. Last year at this time I never expected to be typing a post such as this the following year. Yet here I am. There are few words that can convey my feelings about it.

It's been one year...12 months...365 days...525,600 minutes...31,536,000 seconds filled with a lot of love.

Anything is possible.

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1 comment:

  1. Happy one year. This is amazing and absolutely true of anything is possible. Much comfort and hugs :)