As I sit here tonight trying to write my first blog
entry to all of you who are so caring and interested
in how our family is doing after the tragedy that has
flipped our future.
First off, I would like everyone to know how wonderful
my recovery is going and I thank you from the bottom
of my healing heart to the numbness in my feet for
your prayers, thoughts and outpouring generosity you
bring. Coming up on Wednesday will be two months from
the day I went into the hospital to have my beautiful
baby boy, Michael and the day that would be a turning
point in my life.
If you would have told me that I would at 35 yrs old, be
stripped of the many joys that pregnancy and delivery
can bring and almost all of my organs failing and
having a 4% chance to live as a result of a most often
fatal complication called AFE, I would have freaked
out at first but then said, "bring it on."
What I've realized is that I love being a MOM. I will
always attribute my strengths and my drive, my purpose
for being on this earth is to raise my 3 beautiful
children to carry on my love of life. What I didn't
realize is how important a role my husband, my best
friend would play in this. He is the like the cane I
use to balance me. He's like the blanket I use to
warm me. He is the "rock" I use to lean on when
everything I know seems too much. His support, care
and unconditional, unexpected, unbelievable, love has
made me the happiest and luckiest girl alive.
What happened today at the hospital was so
unprofessional, so hurtful, that I want to wait for a
day to sleep on it and write with a fresh mindset.
After I wake and thank God for another day of life.
How precious each day is to me now. I really wouldn't
change anything. I have everything I've ever wanted
in my life...wonderful family, great friends and
people who love me.
Good night and in the morning take a minute, look out
your window and whether it's raining, snowing or
sunny...just thank God he gave it to you.
Love,
~Mommy (Shell)
"Miracles happen out of love."
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