We should never forget how lucky we are to have our beautiful babies; happy, safe and at home. Some aren’t so lucky.
I was watching a TV programme recently about families who had just had babies. They filmed six families, no 2 the same, every baby different and each set of parents handling it differently. No shock there!
There was one couple who had twins via surrogacy, who for 3.5 episodes out of 4 absolutely smashed early parenthood; those were their words!
SPOILER. That feeling didn’t last.
But for those 3.5 episodes I was SO jealous. They had TWO babies and in one episode managed to cook a full chicken roast dinner… the closest my fiancé got at the time was a KFC drive through.
Fun fact – Izzy’s first trip on the way home from hospital was to KFC.
Suffice to say that by the end of episode 4, albeit once one Daddy had gone back to work (alternating shifts), they didn’t find it quite so easy… which made me feel a little better and not like such a failure in the end!
Another couple had a gorgeous baby boy, who, within a few hours of birth, had contracted Step B, meningitis and septicaemia. I sobbed. Luckily, and thankfully, he improved dramatically after intravenous antibiotics which was given into his skull… I could not even imagine what those parents were going through. My heart was breaking for them. That beautiful moment when you bring your baby into the world and theirs turned to hell. Thank God he was okay and we saw him taken home in the same episode.
The Meningitis Research Foundation website gives a lot of information including signs and symptoms of meningitis and septicaemia in babies and toddlers.
I immediately wanted to go to my baby and hold her. I must have been delusional at this point, from the crying and the late hour, as Isabelle has never been one for cuddles!
DISCLAIMER – it was gone midnight before I finished watching and Isabelle was asleep. I didn’t wake her. I was emotional, not stupid!
I just had this overwhelming feeling of relief for those parents and feeling so, so grateful to have my daughter, healthy and safe in her own bed. Guilt quickly followed because I complain when she doesn’t sleep, screams at me or shits everywhere and all I should think is how lucky we are.
Obviously that isn’t realistic, life takes over, but it is important to just stop and appreciate what we have and how unbelievably lucky we are to have our children. We are blessed.
My daughter shows me how blessed I am every day. I will remember that the next time she wakes up at 2am… promise…!