I take pride in being a pretty private person. I don't share much of myself to many people outside my circle (this blog was a leap of faith outside my comfort zone). So, for me, this platform is very scary but near and dear to my heart. I want to thank all who are/ have shown me support by joining, visiting and spreading the word about my blog site. It means the world to me to know somebody is interested in hearing what I have to say.
I remember 5 years ago, when we found out my dog suffers from epilepsy (what are the damn odds right), I told my mom that I felt God was preparing me for a child who would require the same if not more care and attention. It was put in my spirit, I can't explain it. I just knew it wasn't a coincidence that of TX I could have chosen, I got the one with a chronic illness that needed a special kind of love and attention. As sweet as Daisy Elizabeth is, her health possess a responsibility that isn't for the faint of heart nor for the uninsured (her meds are very expensive over time). She came into my life to prepare me for the next stage(s).
For those who didn't know, at 5 months I found out my daughter would be born with a cleft lip (this is where her lip didn't connect in the middle during development like it was supposed to). I struggled alone and in silence for the remainder of my pregnancy (since my husband was away during this time) thinking it was something I did or didn't do. I cried a lot, and I blamed myself. I thought, "Maybe I waited too late in life to have a baby" or "Maybe it was all the hunch punch I drank in my younger years "(PC 1x). Either way, I had a hard time accepting it was just God's will. I eventually began to see the silver lining in already being prepared for such a situation having cared for an exceptional dog for the last few years. I decided to share the news with a few close family and friends and got the support I needed to accept this fate. Zoey was otherwise healthy and full of life. So much so, she arrived 2 weeks early (went into labor on Thanksgiving day).
This past week has been challenging but necessary nonetheless. She had surgery to fix her lip and I can say I have never felt more helpless. Her strength was unmatched as she smiled at me as they walked out of the room. Almost letting me know she's going to be okay. Me, on the other hand, I wasn't. Seeing my sweet girl being carried away behind those double doors was the most terrifying nightmare I couldn't wake up from. I couldn't breath for the 4 hours she was in surgery. I kept telling myself she's going to be okay and staying as distracted as possible. The surgery was a success and she did great, We are now on the road to recovery and it's been tough. Staying in the hospital several days because she's not eating and taking longer then expected to come out of the anesthesia haze wasn't how I imagined things going. I have been so consumed with her recovery I haven't been doing anything else. We were discharged on Sunday (the best first Mother's Day gift I could ask for) and she's been improving daily. I wanted to share this to let you know, whatever God brought you to he will bring you through!
Please keep us in your prayers and stay optimistic.
Until next week, ✌🏽
