It’s been a long night, walking the hallway past midnight as we take turns to try and soothe our daughters cries. Her body moving through chaos and discomfort.
In these moments I feel a sense of exhaustion that is so familiar, so deeply embedded it’s impossible not to feel consumed by it.
I know this space too well. It can wear down our mind, body and spirit.
I mix medicine’s under soft lights, and watch the clock tick over from 12am, 2am, 3am and more.
I carry her body as she drapes over my arms, so delicate and fragile and full of mystery.
I reposition her limbs and try to help her find that space of comfort where she can rest and heal, beyond the labels of her medical conditions.
Through this haze of broken sleep and ongoing physical care, we keep choosing to love over fear.
These tiny micro-milestones of choice that in the long run turn out to create some of the biggest shifts of our life…
one small midnight moment at a time…
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