I would like to say that in my 13 years as a mother I have never faced the fear of possibly losing one of my children. That I was safe in my little bubble of the world. That, however, isn't true.
2 years ago, I was standing at work. At my bench, I was trying to get my work done when I got a phone call from The Husband. I wasn't used to that, since we would usually just text each other throughout the day. I barely ever had my phone where I could touch it with flour covered hands, but for some reason that day I had left it where I could see it. Easily get to it.
The Boss was only a few months old- and had been battling his very first cold. That morning he had looked pretty miserable, but I had lived through colds before and he was home with my mother and husband. He was safe. Loved and cared for. In the best hands.
The Husband was concerned. He was not eating. Just sleeping. There were no smiles, no silly faces, and once again he couldn't open his eyes because a bright green goo was covering his lids. So The Husband bundled him up and took him to the doctor. A trip that would proceed to be the most grueling, heartrending, terrifying, two weeks of my life.
The Doctor took one look at the Boss and told The Husband to take him to the hospital.
I was out of work in 20 minutes to be with them. I needed to be with them.
As I held my baby’s hot little body, I couldn't think of anything else. What had we done? What was wrong?
It wouldn't be long. My child had RSV and a very progressive form.
For the next day, I would watch him laying there in a cage, tubes and wires coming from his tiny frame. I watched in fear as his lungs filled with fluids we couldn't keep out.
Two weeks and and blizzard, we were there, waiting for change in him.
We were intensive care for 5 days- before he finally started to open his eyes and eating again.
Strength is a Mother’s heart.
I have seen it time and time again. When Smiles had stopped drinking fluids at 3 and his kidneys were failing him. When The Oldest had inconsistencies in his blood levels and we had to go for multiple tests. When Inch was bit by a spider and his leg swelled to look like he had a bright red boot covering his foot. These small moments test our endurance. Leave us gasping for breath.
Strength is a Mother’s love.
In comparison, my heart has been tested by fears. The only link to my heart strings that pull the hardest are the ones that leads to my children.
So when I hear of a test of strength- to a parents heart- for a wish to be granted to one strong little boy, I follow through. I try my best. That's all we can do.
Spread the love by one simple thing- #DStrong spread it everywhere. Wherever you are.
All 50 states, across oceans and seas. Write it in the sky, in the sand at your feet.
Like the seeds of dandelions, let's blow this wish worldwide! And bring strength and heart to Dorian, on this day and the next!
Let's keep the movement going.