by Ali LeReaux
3 years ago, I was confined to a hospital bed, trying to save my son. I had no window to the outside world. I was sick from all the medication being pumped into my body hoping it would help him, and scared. So scared. The worst 4 days had passed by in what felt like a hundred years...and little did I know I still had 3 long weeks to go inside that place.
I had no window to the outside world. I was sick from all the medication being pumped into my body hoping it would help him, and scared. So scared.It's hard to look back, to remember how afraid I was for my unborn son and all the unknowns surrounding us. But, as he sleeps beside me, I remember with joy how we were brought through to the other side. I know the unspeakable love I'm filled with when I hear his voice calling out for me every morning. No matter how long we have, it will always, always have been worth it.
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