Did that title catch your attention? Yeah I know its a weird one but I will explain.
So today is the 2 year anniversary of one of my worst days. When my son was 5 days old he quit nursing so I took him to the Dr. They told us he was positive for RSV and needed to be hospitalized immediately. Apparently Newborns can bottom out fairly quickly with this evil virus and so we ran home to pack a bag not sure how long the stay would be. They poked him, they prodded him and made him very uncomfortable. He was still so sweet and little and happy. He was barely sick. I had no idea what the next few days held for us. He went downhill some but it became so frustrating because everything they were doing I could have done at home.
On day 5 of our stay the Dr said if his stats held through the night that they would let us go home. What ominous words those were. He bottomed out around 4 that morning and after several attempts to help him recover one of the biggest men I had ever met (a respiratory therapist with huge hands) grabbed my tiny son up and said if we don’t go now there may be no going back and carried him across to the NICU. (the picture on the second page that is taken through the bars of the hospital bed was in the midst of this moment. I thought it may be the last picture I took of him. It was also the photo that I sent to my husband telling him to come quick. He arrived to the hospital in tears) About this time the chaplain for the hospital and my minister showed up (them both being there was pure coincidence) making the situation totally surreal. They shoved tubes down his throat, IVs in his arm and I watched from the back of the room as the Dr.s worked their magic. Ev just stared at me and I prayed I fell on my knees in the hospital room and prayed. My husband, best friend, mom and I waited for him to become stable and within minutes they knew he would be ok. He remained in the NICU for 3 days and after 10 days we finally got to go home.
2 years later he is a happy, healthy, rambunctious 2 year old. When I was able to recover and hold it together I started to scrapbook again. My husband thought it was so odd that my first layout was Evs “Hospital Adventure”. It was therapeutic. I had fought for my child, I had fallen on my knees and prayed for him and God showed up. I was proud of us and I knew that I wanted to capture that moment in time so that when he was 18 he would understand what we had gone through. I love being able to share this story, It may just be through paper and pen but he will know it was an important moment. I think we need to capture our lives to share with our children and it may not always be happy but they need to know there are hard times. They need to know how hard we fought. They need to know we were sad or afraid but we got through. My scrapbooks tell my family’s story! I challenge you to tell your story through your memory/scrapbooks. A lot of times the hard times help create a stronger you. Make sure to capture those moments also. Tell your whole story.