For this month's act of kindness I was a little stomped as to what we should do. After thinking it over for a few days I decided, the night before, that we would take bagels to the parents of the Oncology Floor at the Children's Hospital.
While working here, I often marveled at the strength and love that these parents had for their children. To have to watch them suffer. To have to leave their other children at home to care for the one. Having to leave their jobs and responsibilities to be at their child's bedside. I have no idea where these parents got that much courage to endure it all. How I wish there was a cure for this terrible, awful disease.
I remember one time when we started our shift, we gathered around to get report as we usually did. We learned of the passing of one of the kids. He had mostly been a healthy kid and would come in to get his chemo. I remember the bond that he and his mother had. Thy were true best friends. He loved his mom so much and always wanted her to be at his side. He was a pre-teen and usually boys his age rather be out with friends, but not him. The day we learned of his passing I wondered how in the world this mom would cope with the loss of such an important part of her life.
His body was still in the PICU where family and friends where slowly making their way in to see him for the last time. I remember walking down not knowing what I would say or feel. We finally made it down the hall where his room was. His body was so still, his mother right next to him. She seemed at peace. Family was all gathered around them. I immediately felt a huge gush of sadness. I knew she was coping at this moment, but oh what a loss this momma had just experienced. I knew she loved him so very much and how broken hearted she would be walking out of the hospital that day. I gave mom a hug and turned around before losing it. That was one of the many angels that I saw pass away on that floor.
I don't ever even want to imagine being in that situation. I hope to never see my children sick like that. If I had one wish it would be to watch them grow old healthy and happy.
I wish I could've given them something more than bagels or something I could say to make them feel better. Darn cancer!
I remember a blogger once said "The only time you are guaranteed with your children is right now"
That really stuck with me. Although I wish, and hope and pray that my children never get sick, the only time I am guaranteed with them is this moment.
After doing our act of kindness, we went and had lunch as a family at In N Out.
Lilah in her true, two-year-old sassy self. She has been really been giving us a run for our money these days. Not sure if she's feeling that change is coming but we've been giving her lots of attention in hopes that she never feels less loved or important. Because she is still and will always be our little girl.
Here I am eating spicy peppers because I am forty weeks and have an induction scheduled for next friday!
Lilah jumped out of her car seat and was running away from Mike in the car. Oh, that girl!
"Helping" daddy vaccum.
Lilah recently discovered her little backpack I bought her a long time ago and it's my favorite thing ever watching her wear it.
Poor Gus. She loves him a little TOO much.
Watching TV and having a snack with daddy. I wouldn't be surprised if that was actually my bowl of chips because Lilah LOVES stealing mom's food.
Talking about act of kindness, the Mia Maid girls from our ward came and cleaned our house for mutual on Wednesday. It was the sweetest thing and I truly appreciated it!
The weather has been crazy these days. It's raining one day and cloudy and cold the next. Here's Lilah enjoying one of the sunny days.
I was laying on the hammock enjoying the bump. Looks like someone is getting a little tight in there. But, still no signs of wanting to come out.
Lilah playing with a brush and water "cleaning" her house.
Lilah and her little backpack dancing along to Princess Sophia. I love having a girl!
40 week bump!
Loved Lilah's hair for Sunday. It didn't last long so I'm glad I snapped a picture before it fell apart.
40 week bump.
We have one more week till we meet our little man. The hardest part for me is the giving birth part. I love being pregnant but it's the not knowing when, where and how the baby will be born that is the hard part. Here's to one more week of being pregnant!
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