Chapter Six: "Celebrate the Highs and Pray through the Lows"

Blair and I have a lot time to talk right now. We cover a wide variety of things and a lot of what I start to think about stems from that.

Today we were, of course, talking about our son.

I was asking him if I seemed to pessimistic, and he said that at times, yes, I am. I thought I was being realistic about what all is happening, but Blair just said "Sometimes, I wish you would be less...scared and more trusting." (Maybe not in those exact words, but that's what I got from his tone and as we talked more, I think this was what he was trying to say.)

As we drove home from the hospital tonight I wondered "Is this what Love really looks like?"

Let me back up here...

I didn't think a lot about this time while we were pregnant. I knew in my head that we would spend a lot of time at the hospital. I knew that it would be hard to see my son go through these surgeries. I knew that I wouldn't get to hold him like I wanted, or feed him like I wanted for a while. I accepted it.

But I didn't let it sink in, and I think this, in the end, worked against me.

Here is the truth. Cold and hard and fact: I was afraid of loving my son too much.

Afraid that if I gave my whole heart into loving him he would never wake up. Afraid, every single step of the way, that at some point we would receive that call. The one every parent dreads when they are away from their children. Oh the trust that Mama's must put in others and in God...

It was easier, for a time, to remain aloof, to think in facts, to make light of the good days, brushing them off. In my mind good news was fleeting and I was waiting waiting waiting for something that might never happen. I watched my husband and my family and his family celebrate every mile stone, as small as they might be, but my heart couldn't commit to celebrating with them. It was too afraid.

My sister in law, one of them, texted me the other day. I hope she doesn't mind me sharing this, but it's been resounding like drums in my heart ever since I read it. She said "...It makes me miss everyone more than I usually do but at the same time I feel closer to everyone as we all come together to celebrate the highs and pray through the lows."

Here is my family celebrating every weaned medicine, every open eye, every single bit of good news and here I was, his Mama, holding back. Waiting for the bad. Expecting it. Preparing for it.

Is this what real Love really is?

Committing to the highs and the lows? Embracing every single beautiful moment, moving forward, and truly loosing your heart to another human?

It's still widely thought that love doesn't hurt. Because I'm in a real place and because I can, I'm calling BS.

Yeah...yeah it would hurt to lose my son. Yeah it hurts every time I watch him struggle to cry. Yeah it hurts every time I see his blood pressure go up and can't do anything about it. Yeah it hurt to see him cut open, his heart beating there in his chest, pale, and un-moving except for that beating. Yeah it hurt to not be able to hold him. Yeah it hurt that he didn't move or open his eyes for ten days. Yes. Yes this type of love is so big and so crazy and so wonderful that it hurts.

Tonight I helped change his diaper twice. I...why is it so important and significant that I changed my sons diaper? Because he is my son and I love him and this is the first time I have changed his diaper.

Tonight I rubbed my lips and nose on his precious little head. I sang him songs that I sing to his sister and read my favorite psalms to him. Why is this so important and significant?

Because tonight, I just...I just stopped holding back. I just finally felt like this is my baby and this is his life and yes, yes scary things might happen with him. I just finally opened my heart to him and welcomed him in there no matter how much it hurts or might hurt. I don't want my son to remember all his life that his mom thought he was too fragile to love.

Let me repeat that, more for me than you.

I don't want my son to remember all his life that his mom thought he was too fragile to love.

He got his feeding tube put in today and he got the colostrum I worked and worked for. It just...felt like...Christmas morning and my Birthday and his Birthday and every other significant day ever. It felt big. So so big. And I celebrated and was excited and won't shut up about how beautiful he is and wonderful it is to see his eyes and stroke his hair and rub his legs and to sing to him and hear him calm...

Is this what Love really looks like?

Yeah. Love is celebrating the highs and praying through the lows and opening your heart to the possibility that it will be crushed like never before. It's so big and wonderful that it doesn't matter. It will never matter that my son might end up being the one who breaks my heart or that my daughter could break my heart...children have an amazing hold on their mama's. Whether they are on this side of Heaven or not.

My mind drifts back to Jesus on the cross. It drifts there a lot. His heart, God's heart, broke for us all that day. Sinners everyone. We, as children, have the ability to hurt the Lord like no other and He STILL did it for us, still gave up His life. It is important to remind myself: my children hold only pieces of my heart, my God holds all of it. And He has some strong super glue. With that glue I can love and love freely, no matter what might or might not happen, because the Lord can always glue the pieces of my heart back together and make it even more beautiful.

As we get older...we start to see love in new ways. I just never thought my children would teach me so much. I just had no inkling that my son, this barely two week old baby, would be able to teach me more about love in those barely two weeks than I've learned in three years of marriage.

Love is celebrating the highs and praying through the lows and opening your heart, no matter the circumstances. It's not just children either, husbands, wives, parents, siblings, friends all have the ability to hurt you so deeply that you think you won't be able to bounce back.

I refuse to live with my heart closed to love. Refuse to act like just because someone has the ability to hurt me (whether on purpose, or just through circumstances) that I won't love them.

It's Big and Wonderful and Scary and Awesome. It's Highs and Lows and every step in between.

And worth it.

Love is worth it.