I am tired….
I am tired because I have not slept in days.
I am tired of watching my baby in so much pain despite having a high tolerance for pain.
I am tired of watching tears roll down my sweet baby’s face while he is sleeping.
I am tired of feeling helpless.
I am tired of medication after medication.
I am tired of having to check to make sure my little man is still breathing every ten minutes.
I am tired of having to hold him because I can not put him down because of tremors and because he is to weak to hold himself up.
I am tired of knowing that he is loosing much needed weight.
I am tired of wondering is this the time?
I am grateful....
I am grateful for the power or prayer.
I am grateful for the priesthood and a husband who is worthy.
I am grateful for a best friend who is the best dad I have ever seen.
I am grateful for a sweet little girl that runs to get me towels to clean up the vomit and doesn’t complain one bit.
I am grateful for my mom who is visiting and hasn’t complained once that everything that we had planed on doing has been put on hold.
I am grateful for Diet Coke that gets me through the day. Wink!
I am grateful for my mom who entertained Regan all morning with games, books, and dress up so that all of my attention could go to Collin.
I am grateful for a loving husband that wipes away my tears when watching my baby in pain is just to much.
I am grateful for all of the little blessings in my life….
I am grateful that I got a smile out of Collin at one point.
I am grateful that he seems to be doing better.
It is possible for my heart to be broken and full all at the same time?