What do you do when your baby is hurting, but you don’t know how to help him because you don’t know what he’s feeling? When you sit up wondering if the syringe you just emptied into his mouth is going to help him or hurt him? What do you do?
What do you do when your mama heart is hurting? When the hour grows late, and sleep eludes you? When your prayers become lodged between your lips and the ceiling, and the tears fall freely, and you’re weary? What do you do?
What do you do when your mama heart is breaking? When your whole world changes and nothing intervenes, and you’re desperate for answers, but there’s nothing to be seen? What do you do?
What do you do when your mama heart is lonely? When the days are long, and the nights are longer, when your wall countdown’s for hospitals and your alarms are set for medications, and you don’t know who you are because everything is different, what do you do?
What do you do when everything’s uncertain? When you don’t know where you’re going, and the questions just keep flowing, and you’re begging for some freedom from the life that’s never slowing, what do you do?
What do you do?
