I have had a good serving of health struggles with type 1 diabetes, especially during post partum recovery. Some days are very difficult and it is tricky to shoo off the baby blues. This picture is very significant to me. It reminds me of how much I have to smile about. While in the hospital during my cesarean recovery, there was another mother who also gave birth to a baby boy. She too had a healthy pregnancy, but tragically the baby did not survive after late complications in the womb and an emergency delivery. I walked past the two sets of grief-stricken grandparents in the hallway of labor and delivery. I overheard them talking about what happened and what they were going to do—how and when to bless the baby and give him a name, make funeral arrangements, etc. Remembering this, my problems are put into a new category of “not-so-catastrophic”. I look at this picture when I feel bad or have a hard day. I will never forget that heavy, aching squeeze when I took part in only a fraction of their pain. I had walked amongst a group of people with something to REALLY be miserable about. When I believe life is too hard on me, I think of the woman who didn't get to take her baby home… her story repositions my mind-set, where it is more accurately placed, right side up.
Something to Smile about
I have had a good serving of health struggles with type 1 diabetes, especially during post partum recovery. Some days are very difficult and it is tricky to shoo off the baby blues. This picture is very significant to me. It reminds me of how much I have to smile about. While in the hospital during my cesarean recovery, there was another mother who also gave birth to a baby boy. She too had a healthy pregnancy, but tragically the baby did not survive after late complications in the womb and an emergency delivery. I walked past the two sets of grief-stricken grandparents in the hallway of labor and delivery. I overheard them talking about what happened and what they were going to do—how and when to bless the baby and give him a name, make funeral arrangements, etc. Remembering this, my problems are put into a new category of “not-so-catastrophic”. I look at this picture when I feel bad or have a hard day. I will never forget that heavy, aching squeeze when I took part in only a fraction of their pain. I had walked amongst a group of people with something to REALLY be miserable about. When I believe life is too hard on me, I think of the woman who didn't get to take her baby home… her story repositions my mind-set, where it is more accurately placed, right side up.
