You hear that sound??
That quiet accompanied by that regular, rythmic flashing green light.
I won't take that for granted again.
It's our breathing monitor telling me that Missi is sleeping soundly - but safely in there.
It has been over 24 hours since the last alarm sounded,
warning me that our little girl had not taken breath for a concerning length of time (yet again).
A whole day and night without an alarm.
Music to my ears (and heart rate).
Why does it take serious scares to pull me back into line?
(Is this why my children keep doing it to me???!!)
Why does it take a night in hospital witnessing the horrific problems
and heartache that others are shouldering to shift my sooky la la perspective?
I have so much to be thankful for.
Missi apparently has severe reflux
- and appears to take her immune response a little too far after immunisations.
But she is perfectly healthy and robust.
I miss my Mummy and immediate family a lot of the time.
But I still have amazing support from across the world and right here in my own little world.
My home is embarrassingly feral this week.
But we have somewhere familiar and comfortable for us to laugh, cuddle and lay our heads at night...
I am grateful for the week gone - as stressful and exhausting as it has been -
because it has shown me, once again, how much I have to give thanks for.
Tonight, I plan to revel in my hubby's company, be at peace with my choice to clean instead of cook
(or break my neck to do both) today, gaze lovingly at my cute kids and enjoy my sparkling
finally-back-from-the-jewellers wedding rings.
Before falling asleep by 8.30pm no doubt!!
This, here, now - it's pretty damn good.
Linking with Maxabella Loves' 52 Weeks of Grateful