It’s my nephew’s birthday today! He is 1!!
I decided to just be in awe of the whole situation. If you think about it, it’s just a miracle that humans figured out how to do an open heart surgery on a 4 months old baby. How did this even happen? We used to live in caves!
Also the body of a baby recovering (at all) but also from being in the operating room to going home – in 6 days? How is this even possible? It’s amazing and I am so relieved that all is well and the little guy is healthy and joyful.
I am also trying to be kind and understanding with myself about still being scared and feeling helpless about the whole situation, especially given my history. I can now sit with the tiny me and the adult me from a year ago and look after them and care for them. I can speak kindly to them and tell them that everything is going to be ok. They are not alone.
Answer:
Beautiful. And happy birthday wishes to your nephew. A thought I believe to be truth is: there is just something special about heart babies. How can you hold space for your gratitude and awe of modern medicine and at the same time still allow yourself feel scared and helpless as much as you need?
What unknowns does your brain still worry about? Let them out any way you like.
What parts of the last year+ have you still been holding in? Gently find ways to process them.