Are we done yet?

This week has been the week from.... Well yeah... Feel free to fill in the blank at your leisure.

It started off with a sick husband, a ton of Drs appts, and lots of sleepless nights.

Yesterday Little Cricket had surgery done on her thumbs and neck at Primary Children's. Did I mention we had to leave our house at 4:20 am? Yep.

It was a long, stressful, exhausting, and painful day. And our sweet little girl gave us some pretty bad scares, with some bad complications she ended up having, and we had to wait for 4 hours after she hit the recovery room to wake up. Luckily we were able to be with her, and hold her during that time, but it was really scary and stressful.

And to make matters even more awesome, Little Man wanted a piece of the action. He about killed me with all the contractions, and severe kicking, and such. It was a long day for me, and my pain level was at least an 8 most of the day.

But as I have learned in the last 19 months, sometimes, you just have to be a mom and push past that pain.

Oh, did I mention I nearly passed out? Yep, I am awesome. Luckily I knew it was coming and caught myself right on time.

Can I just tell you how difficult it is to see your child so helpless and you can't do anything for them? And when they cry "Mama, Help!" and you can't? And when they wake you up crying and telling you they hurt, and you can't give them anything stronger than Tylenol? It's rough folks. Rough.

But, then again, there is nothing in this world like cuddling with your sweet little girl, and soothing her to sleep. And the peace that comes, when they hold you tight, and they are ok.

In that moment, all is right in the world. And I wouldn't trade any of the stress and pain for it.

There came a moment of peace yesterday, after all the tears, and pain were past, were I felt so deeply, that for that moment, All was right. My baby was alive, and she was ok, and she needed me, and all was right. I will cling to that. Until it comes again.