I know I haven't posted this in at least a month. With the stuff that has gone on in the past couple of weeks, I have to wonder what there is to be thankful for. I know there IS stuff, but I wonder what to post here and what NOT to, ya know?
I'm thankful we are all healthy. We may all be getting over a pretty nasty cold, however none of us has cancer or is dying, as far as I know, so at least there is that.
I'm thankful we have a place to live and heat to keep it warm. It's a balmy 17 F out there right now, so a home and heat are good things to be thankful for. By the way, for you Canadian readers (or any who don't use the Farenheit measuring system) 32 F is 0 Celcius so that means that 17 is Negative something or the other to you.
I'm thankful we have food to feed us. Listening to children cry about being hungry and not being able to do anything about it does not appeal to me, so it's nice that I don't have that worry.
I'm thankful that even though it's much more modest than was originally planned, we were able to provide gifts for the kids to unwrap this holiday season. We didn't get Jason's bonus, but we were able to work it out to get them a few things each.
I'm thankful that Izzy is up and running around and acting the terror at the trying age of 2 1/2. When Izzy was 11 days old, he had an episode where he stopped breathing. He then did it again about 15 minutes later. He was rushed to the hospital, where he continued to do this through the night while in the PICU. Izzy was diagnosed with seizures, due to a bleed on his brain from the "trauma" (his head was ROUND as he didn't drop until he was pushed out, and the diameter was 14 1/2 inches) of his birth. His medication had to be increased at least once. He was on very heavy seizure meds until he was 9 months old. When we brought him to the hospital that night, we didn't know what was going on, we had to hope and believe that he would live, that they would fix our boy, but we didn't know that would happen. I have never seen Jason that distraught and worried in all of our life together up to then or since. It still hurts my heart to think of him, sitting in the hallway, while they tried to do a spinal tap on our tiny newly born baby and Jason crying and telling me "I don't want him to die, I just don't want him to die." I had to hope that he would be better because I just couldn't think of it otherwise. That was a very trying week, and I'll write about it all some other time. My point is this, while Izzy is a terror, getting in to things, running amok and creating absolute havoc, I am so thankful that he is here to do so.
OK, on that note, I'm done with this post for now. Prayers and blessings everyone.