Day 15 Good Morning Mum

Good Morning Mum! Get me out.


(you should have seen the back....)

"Mom- do my hair already...this is a bit embarrassing."

It's hard to believe it's Christmas Eve...in my mind the only thing going on is here in the hospital with London. But a big part of me breaks that I'm not with Jonah at the moment. Although, I have imagined a lot about what our next Christmas will be like and it makes me weepy. It will be amazing and beautiful, full of joy and family and friends and presents and great food and snow and music and decorations and Santa. It wont be spent in a hospital, it wont be tied to tubes and cords. It will be at home. She will wake up Christmas morning with her brother in our home sweet home. But we will never forget what this Christmas was like and what it has taught us. We will always keep the real meaning of the season at the forefront of our minds and in our hearts. I will always think on Christmas day about the other mums, dads and little ones that are spending the holidays in the hospital and I will be sad for them, say a prayer for them and hope they know that their next Christmas will be better than the last.

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Although many are hoping for a Christmas miracle, a "Liver for LuLu"- I really hope it doesn't happen on Christmas. I cant bare the thought of another family losing their child this day of all days. For the most special holiday of the year to be forever tainted by their loss. London can hold out - she is doing okay. Count your blessings as I am (trying) to count ours. Merry Christmas Eve!