Some Good, Some Bad

There will be good days, and there will be bad days. Thankfully, today was a good day.

We took Austyn to his first ever T-ball practice today, and he LOVED it. He also happened to do GREAT, and seems to really be a natural. Most of the kids on his team played on a team last year, and he still throws and bats better than the majority of them. We were super proud of him, and can't wait to see how he does throughout the season. 

After we got some lunch, we took some of Wyatt's fliers to my hair stylist, who was willing to have them in her salon for her clients to see. It was nice to see her, and talk with her for a while, and hear her support for Wyatt and our family. It really does give me hope to talk to people who seem to be on the same page as us, and seem to completely support us.

We then met with a friend of mine who I haven't seen in about 6 years. It was great to catch up with her, and have her meet DJ. We spent about 3 hours at the pool letting our kids play, and talking. She was also very supportive, and wants to do what she can to help us - again, so uplifting! We are going to her younger son's baseball game tomorrow so Austyn can watch their team play, which will hopefully in the end get him more excited for his own baseball team.

In all, the past few days haven't been too bad. I spent a long time emailing back and forth with another mom with an HLHS baby the other day. Her son is 3 months old, and is doing well, given his circumstances. It is absolutely tremendous to talk to someone who actually understands how we're feeling, and what we're thinking. I can't think of a better resource. Her family is in Indiana, so unfortunately we are unable to meet her and her husband and their beautiful boy, but I am still so grateful for the contact we do have with her. When I first started talking with her, I felt guilty because I didn't want to interject my life and problems onto her while they are dealing with their own child's HLHS. But the more I talk to her, the less guilt I feel. It seems that maybe in some way, she finds some relief in helping us - maybe it gets her mind off her son for the moment. She really is the most tremendous person I think I have ever spoken to, and we are beyond grateful for the connection that is forming.

I continue to struggle to keep my daily life, and thoughts "normal" but I am doing alright, I guess. It's better when I am busy, and don't have time to just sit and think. Which is probably why today was such a good day. Hopefully, with us going to baseball tomorrow, it will be a good day too. I think these good days are what keep me going. Seeing Austyn having fun, and laughing and playing is the greatest thing ever, and I think I need that stuff. Otherwise, I would probably end up curled up in a ball, refusing to function. And that isn't how I want to deal with all this. I have been feeling pretty positive here lately. Feeling like there is a ton of hope for Wyatt's case, feeling like somehow, someway, we are going to get through this. If I can just keep believing in that, I think the days will continue to go well. But I know that there are going to be bad days. And I accept that. I am just going to enjoy the good days as much as possible to make up for it.