A year ago, we were in the hospital with 5-month-old Tom because he suffered a pretty major blood loss during the night.
We knew it because he woke up covered in blood. His sheets were covered in blood.
We would not have known it otherwise, because Tom was acting completely normal.
He was smiling, laughing and healthy looking.
I was working at the time, so Kev called me at work just before 7:30 a.m. to tell me to meet him at the doctor’s office.
And when they saw the diaper we brought them, they sent us to the children’s hospital.
And it was there that the doctors gave us the possibilities.
It may be cancer.
It may be the result of some type of daycare abuse.
It may be part of his intestines needed to be surgically removed.
During that week we spent in the hospital with Tom, as the doctors and surgeons slowly ruled out every horrible thing they could think of, I turned to family, friends and Facebook for support.
I asked everyone I had ever met in my life to please think of us.
To please pray for us.
And you did.
I received hundreds of messages, comments and e-mails. In the first day.
And it continued.
Family and friends traveled to be with us at the hospital.
Our families put their lives on hold to be with us.
Those who couldn’t travel to be there, called and sent us balloons, gift baskets and toys.
I had some friends and family who knew just how to give me hope.
And I had some who would let me cry.
Both kinds were the best of kinds.
During the darkest time in my life, you all gave me light.
I will never forget your kindness.
I still thank you for everything you gave us.
And I still thank the doctors, surgeons, and nurses who tried everything to find out what was wrong.
And I still thank God that nothing was ever found. That the blood loss never happened again.
And that I have you.
And that I have my Tom.
Be thankful. And LOVE.