Lucky

Lucky was the song we had our first dance as man and wife to. It was perfect, we smiled so much.

Today I'm looking at how lucky we really are. Not just to have each other, but to have our health, and for our son to have his. I'm following a blog about a little girl named Scarlett. She is 3 months old and is undergoing her second surgery to remove a brain tumor. Those should never be used in the same sentence. As I'm reading her journey, and in turn her parents, I can't help but be so thankful that it isn't us. I simply can not wrap my head around what it would be like.

I remember during labor, our baby's heart rate was around 145. Suddenly it dropped down to the 60's. Hearing the slow thump of his heartbeat while nurses raced around me. They kept asking each other "who is on call?" in case of an emergency c-section. I had an oxygen mask attached to my face and wires coming out to monitor his pulse. It seemed like it was about an hour, but I think it was only about 5 minutes and his heart rate starting climbing. That was the first time I felt like a mom. When I was scared for someone else more than I was scared for myself.

Now I have a perfect baby boy, who is smiling and giggling and growing more each day. And a husband that loves us both deeper than he could have ever imagined. Now that's lucky.