Sometimes, I’m just not quite to the *laugh* part of living my life yet. Sometimes, I look around, and I’m just not feeling it. This weekend, Timothy has been having a ginormous amount of seizure activity. We are in contact with his Dr.s and are awaiting some additional advice. Until then, he’s having a 2-5 minute seizure every 1-2 hours.
Not that funny.
I know myself, and I know this too shall pass. I also know that everything will work out the way God means for it to.
I also know I love my boy, and I hate this. I don’t like seeing him seize, and I don’t like feeling helpless and yes, even somewhat hopeless. Sometimes it weighs on my heart like a heavy, heavy brick.
I ALSO know that someday, somehow, Tim and I will be fine. In this life or the next, all will be well. He is an angel and a blessing in my life, and I am completely willing to be his mom. Thankful? Somedays, yes. Somedays, no.
Pray for my little guy, and I promise I will get my funny back by Wednesday, most likely.
Thanks,
Maren
