I have had a busy week. Lots to do. Lots of time sitting, staring at my computer screen. But all week I have been filled with a sense of gratefulness. Truly feeling like I’m being poured full of the stuff, almost to overflowing. It is a wonderful feeling.
At four weeks old, my small baby Peanut and I found ourselves in the Royal Children’s Hospital while he battled a particularly tenacious infection in his tiny knee. He had two weeks worth of IV antibiotics and two operations to clean out his knee joint. I can’t remember back to that time without my chest tightening with anxiousness.
Last week, at just ten months old, my baby started walking. And now, he toddles freely around the house, with no indication at all that there has ever been anything wrong with his leg.
So grateful. Grateful for doctors who rush us off to the hospital and those who look after us so well once we’re there. Grateful for complete healing and clear x-rays. Grateful for indestructible tots who don’t let anything stop them. So very grateful.