The core of Chronic Conditions and Life Lessons which began nearly two years ago. Edited and re-posted for you.
“Who Takes The Child By The Hand Takes The Mother By The Heart” An Old German Saying
The moment I became a mother my heart was no longer my own. On that very first day and forever more it would beat for two, together with any children born to me afterward. Thump, thump…..thump, thump…..thump, thump.
Minutes after birthing my first child, my husband took hold of our slippery newborn who soon grasped my forefinger with his own. Exhausted from labor yet overwhelmed with wonder, I gazed at the tiny miracle held before me.
My baby boy was pronounced perfect with an apgar score of 10! His pediatrician ordered the prerequisite blood samples which surely guaranteed a lifetime of health and happiness. I remember wincing when the nurse pricked his heel. His pain was my pain. I cried when he cried. Later, the doctor came by to tell me his blood sugar was a bit on the “low” side. “No big deal, nothing to worry about,” the good doctor said. A tiny drop of glucose was given via IV. Barely a drip, no bigger than the head of a straight silver pin.
If an angel dressed in heavenly white suddenly appeared presenting a painted portrait of my future as a mother living with Chronic Conditions, would it have made any difference? Would diabetes have made me love my son any less? Would it have caused me to pause in any way or hesitate on any given day? No, never, not in a million years! My own angel lay swaddled in tiny bed of clear where the sight, smell and touch of him melted the whole of my body and soul. He was perfect in every way. He would be in the future and forever to come.
*Even more so today. Such a blessed life we live! I love you, Jay.
“Who takes the child by the hand takes the mother by the heart” An Old German Saying