I don’t like needles. I never have. Anyone who has been pregnant, though, knows that needles are a given part of the process. There are shots and blood draws that occur on a regular basis during those nine months. Each time I was faced with one of these “procedures,” I warned the nurses that I often got lightheaded and that, once- only once, I had even passed out. Usually, they were sympathetic, although I’m sure they were probably working very hard to stifle their laughter.
As I watched my babies take their first steps, I wanted so badly to reach out and catch them every time they fell. I held my breath hoping they would succeed. Breathe in. Breathe out.
When I got the news that my youngest had lost her first tooth while I was out of town, I was heartbroken that I missed it. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Sometimes, all we can do is hold on tightly, hope for the best, and remember to breathe.
Breathe in. Breathe out.