Loaves and Fishes
We’ve been home for seven months- longer out in the world than within the confines of a hospital. In many respects, we have found a rhythm. It’s syncopated, often sounding like a trumpet taking a tumble down the stairs, but it’s jazzy and there are fun bits. Like the notorious genre, it’s busy and difficult to play. There are layers to my life now that are even more complex than all of Liam’s therapies and doctor’s appointments- this is a season of reconciliation with my birth mom even as she is dying of cancer. And we are expecting an unexpected joy- a third baby we always wanted but had given up on following Liam’s diagnosis. Getting through the first trimester was challenging on many levels- nausea was a big factor as was the emotional and spiritual energy required to reconnect and care for my mother. Lingering on the edge of consciousness was the daily worry of how the baby was doing- would we make it through the trimester? Will he/she have a heart defect like Liam? Even as ...