The fact I am here and writing this could be considered a small miracle. Four weeks ago I was lying in a hospital bed after having lost at least two litres of blood giving birth to our daughter Annie. I needed six units of blood transfusion before doctors were happy with my haemoglobin level to allow me to go home.
I found myself shrouded in disappointment and disillusionment over a birth I was expecting to be textbook again. But then I pick Annie up and peer into her tiny precious face. She is worth it all, this new miracle of life.
I was allowed to go through this experience probably for so many reasons. So I could appreciate the fine line there is between life and death. So I would be forced to imagine my children without a mother. So I would realise how sometimes we need to be given a hard dose of reality just when we think we are invincible. So I would realise how fearfully and wonderfully made I am.
I am a mere mortal in the hands of the Creator – a terrifying thought yet somehow comforting at the same time.
Wise words, so true.
ReplyDeleteI had a huge pph with my first daughter, it was terrifying and not at all what I expected, but I have had three more babies and it never happened again. life is very precious and to hold your baby in your arms is amazing
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