Be Proud Of You
I asked my partner to take this picture of me and Oliver a couple of weeks ago. With the idea that in this moment I felt like a mum doing her best. We had just returned from a dinner out with family and our reality is thats tubes, tapes, medications and feeds must come too. Oliver had fallen asleep and he had his feed going and as I carried him from the car, upstairs to his bed along with his feed still going and trying not to drop anything, I felt proud, tired, but proud. Proud that we push through and overcome whatever comes our way. Proud that we change and adapt our lives to accommodate any additional needs that arise. Proud that I have an amazing, loving, supportive and helpful partner. Proud that I have a talented, determined, resilient, cheeky little boy. And proud that even though our life is different, its our normal and we are doing a brilliant job at managing it all the best we can. Dont get me wrong, it can he hard too, the stares from strangers in public, f...