Little J was in the ER last night, because I made a mistake in medication. It's a long story, and it's not about me. He's fine, and I'm grateful. I hated myself for putting him through it, and have a really hard time forgiving myself when I make mistakes - especially ones that affect my children.
I'm grateful for having a family that cares so much, and that they're available to us when we need them - whether it be for hugs and comfort in the ER while we wait it out, or whether it be to sleep on our couch so that our oldest can come home and try to get some rest. I'm grateful for the ER nurses and doctor that worked as patiently as possible with me (and with little J). I'm grateful that my 9 year old can comfort me with saying 1 sentence when I'm a mess because I screwed up - "We've brought him to the best place possible, it was the right thing to do, bring him here, they can help him." I'm grateful that this morning, when my little man woke up from a long night, he snuggled up to me in bed and he reached his arms out to me and loved and trusted me just the same as he did yesterday before I made a mistake.
Simply put, I'm grateful.
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Precious post. Made my day
G*E*T S*L*E*E*P
As a mother you never want to make a mistake that can lead to something happening to your child, but as a mother you are also only human and you will make mistakes. You are a wonderful mother and Jesse realizes that over any mistake you might make. He will not remember the mistake, only that you are the one there to fix it! It is amazing what their little minds hold onto!
I wish I had my phone on me, I'd have been right by your side. I love you guys!
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