What did I really have to complain about?
I got a voice mail yesterday from my good friend Becky who graduated from the accel nursing program with Beak. She was crying.
I knew something was very, very wrong so I called her back right away.
Her sister-in-law had abrupted (placenta pulled away from the uterus) and they had to deliver the baby at 27 weeks. They had to make that awful decision to take him off the vent yesterday afternoon. Thankfully, all of the family got to be in the room when it was removed and Becky's mother was able to baptize him.
And while I am unhappy with the disaray in my home, the length of my hair, the pile of dirty clothes that never ends, the lack of a larger car in my driveway and the title on my nametag, I am blessed beyond measure.
How dare I complain about anything.
I knew something was very, very wrong so I called her back right away.
Her sister-in-law had abrupted (placenta pulled away from the uterus) and they had to deliver the baby at 27 weeks. They had to make that awful decision to take him off the vent yesterday afternoon. Thankfully, all of the family got to be in the room when it was removed and Becky's mother was able to baptize him.
And while I am unhappy with the disaray in my home, the length of my hair, the pile of dirty clothes that never ends, the lack of a larger car in my driveway and the title on my nametag, I am blessed beyond measure.
How dare I complain about anything.
posted by JAB @ 10:41 AM
1 Comments:
At 5:29 PM,
SEDW said…
I had a moment like that with a friend of mine today. My mom alwasys said, "Count your blessings," and, "it could always be worse."
As always, she's right!
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