A mumma’s love.
It really is like no other love. I would carry her to the end of the earth if I had to. I may need my lower back reconstructed once we got there, but I’d do it happily.
As I carried her for hours yesterday through the corridors of the hospital, I thought again of parents who live their lives within hospital walls, never far from their sick children, barely aware if it’s night or day, and as far removed from the world going on outside as one can ever be. I sent up a silent thank you to our guardian angel that all I was hoping for was a clear pee sample.
Should we ever get one.