Jennie West is a mother of three boys, one of whom was born with half a heart (Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome). Her writings follow the journey of motherhood at home and in a hospital. Read more at http://thebestofthewests.blogspot.com/
By Jennie West (our very own)
It’s dusk here. I love this time of day. It is when the world starts to settle. Calm makes its way in to take over from the chaos of the day. It is when the aroma of dinner begins to fill the house and freshly bathed littles in their jams start to mellow for the night. I am looking out over the window of Paxton’s hospital room, staring at the setting sun with longing; my “fighterman” asleep behind me. I am reminded of how much bigger life is than we can even imagine. Just as the miracle of babies growing in our bellies is more than just a science, so too is the rising and falling of the sun each day. Life is big, but there is ever so much more to it when you stop to take it all in.
We are amidst life and death right this very moment. Babies on either side of us cling to life. As I stare out, I am acutely aware of this. As far away and as lonely as I feel right now from life on the outside, I am also incredibly aware that this in here is life too. That sometimes paths involve a fight we never expected. A path that is far more than everyday carlines, dinners and play dates. A path of separation, struggle, fight and glory. That glory a well of emotion I never knew until I had children, most significantly one that has had to cling to life himself.
“Time Trial 2.0”
40 Double Unders
2 sets: Rest 3 minutes