Monday, July 17, 2023

With Care



Grandparents, sometimes our kids other set of parents while others not so much. We are lucky to have some good ones and unfortunate to have experienced the other ones. During the NICU period where we first received the diagnosis news for Olivia, both our moms were present. They came to visit us regularly at the hospital and made sure to check box our every materialistic need. My mother-in-law would see a need, such as a mommy bathrobe and come back to the hospital with one for me. While my mother made sure Olivia had every outfit needed as a preemie. What they couldn’t fill for us though was our emotional needs. No one could at that point and that’s something I am still coming to terms with.

As I continue to heal from a loss of personal expectations, I am realizing that they too have a healing journey from that trauma. It’s not their fault they couldn’t say the right thing at the right time. No one could. We were filled with so much anxiety and fear that any positivity during that period felt like invalidation causing offensiveness. Because I didn’t have the mental capacity at that time to see outside of my own hurt, I couldn’t recognize that this was a brand-new journey for all of us. I can’t imagine a grandparent’s point of view, seeing their own kid mortified and grieving for their grandchild’s health. For the first time, I think both our moms were in a state of shock to where typically saying, “It will all be okay,” couldn’t ease our pain anymore like it did as kids.

I can admit I shut-off towards everyone including them. It was necessary for my mental health. But each of them never stopped pursuing and supporting in any way possible. As Daniel and I learn what we need and when to ask, they too learn how to help and advocate. They may be a little too fierce at advocating sometimes but it’s all with love and care. We get to witness first-hand the sacrifices our mothers have made for our daughter, and that wouldn’t have been possible without first healing. It was mindfulness and empathy that helped me see past our own sacrifices and realize how much others truly care for us. So, thank you! Thank you for your dedication and love! Grandmas are such a blessing.


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