It's Blog This Challenge 2: "If I were to invent something to make life easier or more fun for me...and WHY.. "
When I first saw this challenge, I didn't even have to think about what my invention would be - my friends and I have often joked that an 'anti-waiting-device' would be the perfect solution to my overly impatient nature. But events this week have made me change my mind.
If you're a regular reader, you'll know that my youngest daughter, Sophia, was born at 30 weeks and has had a hard time of it. You'll also know that we spent all day Saturday in Emergency with our second case of bronchiolitis so far this year (and it wasn't even winter then!)
So, what I'd invent to make my life (but, more importantly, Sophia's life) easier is something to take the hurt away. My beautiful wee girl has known more pain in her short life than many adults. She has suffered intubation just to keep her alive; oxygen headgear worn 24 hours a day for weeks and weeks to help her breathe; transfusions; medications; injections...so many invasive and painful procedures.
Sometimes, the tears spring unbidden when I hold her tiny hand, and notice the faint scars which are badges of the hardship she's already experienced. I remember cupping her tiny head in the palm of my hand...the twig-like limbs that jerked and strained against the tangle of wires that were her lifeline. But most of all, I remember her feistiness; her determination to fight... even when she hardly had the energy to breathe.
As a mum, I wanted to absorb all that pain. Fight the fight for her. Give her the comfort, the hours of nurturing and closeness that were her sister's welcome to the world.
I still feel that way. If I could choose be the one wheezing, coughing, struggling to take each breath - I would. But I can't. So I just hold her, and love her, and hope that's enough to see her through.