It sometimes happens at the most unlikely of moments. LIke now, for instance, when I was just checking my comments to see who (if) anyone was actually reading my blog. I found a comment from Kate from www.sweetsalty.com . I had gone to her blog before but had not had the time or luxury to actually pour over it and read it in chronological order. I was taken on a journey…a heart-wrenching journey that I have to say, I was happy I was reading as an outsider. Her writing is so captivating that I could feel my heart physically getting heavier as each day went on because unlike the author, I already knew the end of the story….Liam dies. As I read the posts about the NICU I remember my own experience in the NICU with my daughter. My experience is such a cake-walk compared to the 6 weeks Kate went through (and still deals will on a daily basis).
I feel guilty. Guilty for ever complaining about Jackson’s antics and him disobeying me. Guilty for wishing I could have just one more hour of sleep and turning on the TV to act as babysitter for me. Guilty for ever thinking my preemie was ever REALLY a preemie (and vowing right now never to refer to her as that again). Guilty for having such a flawless life – full of laughter, joy, healthy babies, a great marriage and wonderful days followed by sunshine (chime the chorus of angels). I don’t see why I would deserve this and other people in this world suffer. Why am I special? I have a hard time believing that God sits on his trown and deems certain people worthy of happiness and others a life of pain. For whatever reason, I have been blessed and my journey tonight has made me remember this…do I say “Thank you” for such a thing?