I've been in somewhat of a "poor me" state of mind lately. I haven't been too down, but I've been having a tiny little pity party for the last little while. On Saturday, I remember complaining to Clarence (the hubby) about how difficult it is for us to do "normal" family things...mainly due to the fact that Ben can't walk.
On Sunday, a friend and I watched over 8-week-old twin girls for a few hours so the Dad and Grandma could get a bit of a break. Where's the Mom you ask? Well, the Mom is in intensive care at the local hospital. She went into cardiac arrest about a week after the girls were born due to some complications after her c-section. And she's only recently come out of an induced coma. And they aren't sure of the extent of her brain damage. And she's about to be transferred 2 hours away to a rehab centre, where she'll likely remain for 3 to 4 years. Yep, you read that right. 3 to 4 Years.
You should have seen this Dad and his little girls. It would just break your heart to see them. And their house was so cute. And all done up and ready for their girls' arrival. They were just a normal couple. Looking forward to starting their family and then WHAM! It's all changed. Life will never be the same again.
So yeah. The universe decided to serve me up a little dose of perspective this weekend. And ever since, I've been counting my blessings.
