"He's gonna make it, I can just tell!"
Lately I feel like that song, "move along" by All-American Rejects.
We've been busy in the McNulty house. My days have started early with retching and vomiting. It seems just minutes after the nurses "clock out":) the boy starts retching (again). He's been retching 4-8 times a night for about a week now. The doctor thinks it's the antibiotic he was on so we'll cut it and hope he has more peaceful sleep. So, my days were starting between 5:30-6. And it seemed I just kept going, moving along. It was like I was running on a half tank of gas and not stopping to "smell the roses". Sometimes it feels like I have to do that to "keep up" with everything. As I was " moving along" yesterday (stopping at Giant Eagle while Lainey was at preschool) I got caught off guard by a new "Case fan". Case wanted to walk into the store, so I let him. I held his tiny hand and he walked "tall" and proud backpack and all. A man passed him, looked at him, smiled and said, "He's gonna make it! I can just tell!". He's right. He's gonna make it and bless a lot of people on his way. I may miss some bathes and forget to switch the laundry at night but that's okay. It takes a village to raise a child and two to raise a special one. Lately I've been reaching out to that village and it's been reaching out to us. My kids are gonna make it. They're durable. I can't screw them up too bad. Even during the weeks that I mindlessly, and exhaustedly "move along" Case is going strong and he's gonna make it!;)