hope springs eternal

They say there are five stages of acceptance. I feel like, when it comes to Chloe's health, we go through all five stages about once a week! But somehow, throughout the process, divine intervention occurs, and by the time I get to the fifth stage, not only is it acceptance, but it's gratitude as well. This week, we've been dealing with the thought that Chloe may not ever catch up with her physical development. Our ever-optimistic Neurologist told me last week that he wasn't sure Chloe would ever be able to sit or walk. Denial immediately set in, and I didn't talk to anyone about it, except for Oby, and we both quickly ended the conversation with our typical response of, "it's going to be okay." And then, anger, bargaining and depression quickly took their turns. But then.... I consider it no small miracle that I happened across three or four very inspiring stories on the TV or circulating through the internet about children with health problems and their parent's inspiring reactions. I have learned during other challenges in my life to do all I can, to go after what I want, but at the end of the day, to just let go and let it be. Chloe is my beautiful blessing. She is not a statistic. She makes her own rules and has one heck of a determined little attitude. She will be able to do whatever she puts her mind to, I have no doubt of that. I am so grateful for her tremendous spirit and all that I learn from her everyday.

"Hope springs eternal in the human breast;Man never Is, but always To be blest:The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,Rests and expatiates in a life to come." -Alexander Pope