What I’m grateful for everyday

I find keeping a gratitude journal difficult, as everyday the same word is the top of my list.

My son: and today is his birthday eve. I feel very strange on August 17: there’s nostalgia, happiness, helplessness, overwhelming love.  Do other parents feel like this?

He was 5 weeks premature, so I was not expecting this to be his birthday eve. August 17 a few years ago felt like any other Wednesday for the previous 15 or so weeks: worked during the day, arrived home and changed into my gym gear, went to Preggi Belly’s class, then came home. That’s what I did on that particular Wednesday (although my workmates tell me I was very fidgety and couldn’t sit still all day long – I only remember wanting a cupcake for afternoon tea, and the closest I could find was a muffin).

But this particular Wednesday when I got home from gym, my waters were breaking. Not that I properly registered that’s what was happening and I decided to have some dinner (figuring I needed dinner because a) it was dinnertime and all would be OK or b) I was going into labour and would need the energy).  Don’t argue with the logic of a labouring woman.

Less than six hours later, my son was born.  Healthy, whole, just a little undercooked.  He stayed in hospital for only 2.5 weeks, and every day I thank the stars he (and me) had the medical care we needed for no cost. Premature birth leading cause of newborn death worldwide (you can find out more about World Prematurity Day and if you’re in Australia, Life’s Little Treasures Foundation do some wonderful work).  I still don’t know how to thank the nurses in our special care nursery – the dozen cupcakes I got for them to share seem so inadequate…. Hopefully the tears welling in my eyes as I said thank you said enough.

This was the first birthday he ‘got birthdays’. We celebrated today with a party at a play centre: there was his friends, cousins, cake, candles, presents, then off to his dad’s for a family party.

Such a big day with so much cake and so little sleep, there was the last hat-tip to the terrible twos with some great foot stomping and meltdown come bedtime.

We are so lucky to have such a wonderful ‘village’ to share his special day and be so generous with the gifts he received.

Thanks all for today and everyday (another thing I’m always grateful for)

 

 

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