These days instead of those days

As a mother, it’s always hard when my babies are sick. But when Desta is sick, my mama bear instinct to protect her and make her all better rages.

And she’s been sick. Hacking up a lung for the past two nights. Neither Matt or I have slept much. Every time I hear her cough, sputter and gag, I race up to her room.  I am going to have to call hazmat soon due to all the bodily functions expelled from that cute little body. Oh my!

When she gets sick, I am transported back to the first five months of her life when she only had nannies to tend to her, no mommy or daddy. And it makes my heart so incredibly sad. So sad that she had to have one day without us in her life, even one day of pain and no mommy to hold her, rock her, sing to her.  The days without us were “those days.”

BUT we are now in “these days” and I am incredibly thankful and grateful that even though she is still so sick today, I am here to hold her. She puts her arms around my neck and holds tight while we rock and sing.

I am grateful to have these days after so many of those days.