These past few weeks have been extremely difficult for all of us. I think it’s safe to say that last week was the worst week of my entire life. But you would be surprised at the joy we have experienced even here, in the darkest place I have ever walked through.
Joy in an answer, confirmation that he has biliary atresia and receiving surgery in the same day.
Joy in kindred spirits and friendships made whilst washing breast-feeding supplies.
Joy in going through this as a family. Staying together in a tiny room, getting closer by the minute.
Joy in his ability to fight.
Joy in embracing prayer and a peace not of my own. Coming to terms with the fact that I questioned God, and that He still held each of my tears as precious jewels. God loves a lullaby and a mothers tears in the still of night better than a hallelujah sometimes.
Joy in watching tubes be removed, and bowels waking up.
Joy in tiny snatches of sleep.
Joy, pure joy watching my sweet little boy recover.
Tears of joy friends, that is where my heart is today.