The Blessing of a Sick BabyMeredith Carroll
Poor Baby Peony is still really sick. We went back to the pediatrician yesterday only to learn that in addition to RSV, she also has a double ear infection, which helps explain how the formerly eager eater has barely wanted a drop to drink in days.
We were sent home with a prescription for her ears and a nebulizer to help improve her breathing.
Last night as my husband was administering the nebulizer, I sat watching sad little Peony and became overcome with a feeling: gratitude.
My baby is sick, but she’ll get better. In fact, there are noticeable signs of improvement already (she ate on both sides this morning! She woke up without a high fever!).
As the nebulizer gently waved a medicated mist up her tiny nostrils, my thoughts drifted momentarily to all of the little babies who aren’t so lucky as to have something that will come and go in the span of a week or so. And here I am with two sick kids, both of whom will thankfully recover.
It’s that time of year when we’re told to look around and count our blessings, but last night I was reminded that no matter the time of year, I need to count my blessings on even the non-special occasions.
It’s too easy to get caught up in life, but it’s not too hard to take a moment and be thankful for good health and the gift of life, even if it’s covered in snot instead of wrapped up in a pretty bow and placed under the tree.
What are you grateful for today?
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