When I changed my daughter's diaper after she got home from 4 days in Minnesota, she lost her mind. Crawling up the bed, kicking, screaming, crying, lost. her. mind. Every warning signal mothers come with went off at max volume. I got her calmed down and she passed out on me at 6:00 last night.
This morning when the clinic opened we were in line at her Doctors office. The nurse asked me what she needed to be seen for and I half choked out what happened while my daughter cried and said, "Mama my butt hurts" but she was patting her front. I have never seen the medical community move so fast in all my life.
PRAISE GOD, it turned out to be an infection because she had not been cleaned properly. I did not believe X touched her. But I didn't know who had access to her. All I knew was something was very wrong. And that I was not afraid of jail time.
Perspective is really something. Gone is feeling even almost sorry for myself. I can clearly see tonight, for the first time in a long time, how blessed I am, all over again. So life is not what I thought it would be. It's also not what I feared it would be.
It's been pretty quiet here at Willow Tree because I've been operating on a philosophy of my Grams, "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." A couple of really smart women in my family are teaching me another one, "find something to be grateful for every day, and write it down."
Today I am grateful for my healthy daughter. She's cleaned up and on antibiotics, sleeping on me again tonight. When she finished her medicine today she said, "here Mama, wan' a mil-won dowars?" as she gave me her baby doll. NOTHING is sweeter than my healthy, untouched, baby doll. Not even a million dollars.
I Praise You Jesus.