Yesterday marked three months since Brady's birth. As I sit here sipping my coffee and enjoying the quiet of our usually chaotic home I can't help but reflect on the last three months.
Awhile back, maybe a month into B's hospital stay, as I was leaving the house one night Miranda nonchalantly asked me a question that broke my heart.
She asked "Mommy, what day will I see you again?"
It wasn't a complaint. She wasn't upset. This was her new normal. She knew that Brady needed me. There was acceptance in her voice. It was that accpetance that killed me. My little girl has always come home from school to her mommy, every day. And now, she didn't even know when she would see me again.
Since Brady's birth there have been a lot of moments like that one, fleeting moments that leave my heart aching. Ethan now clings to me every minute he's home. Kristyna looks surprised every time she walks in the door and finds me here. It's still surreal to think about what our family has endured already, is dealing with now, and will continue to face in the future. Kristyna, Miranda, and Ethan have had their entire world turned upside down. They've been shuffled from house to house and person to person, and lost any sense of routine and normalcy, and yet they take it all in stride. They accept their new brother and all that comes along with him. They welcome him with open arms. Why? Because above all else we are a family. And as I tell my kids all the time. . .family is forever!
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