Sunday, December 27, 2015
This was not a Norman Rockwell Christmas...
Part of writing about Kreed's journey is of course writing about the inspiring things and what Kreed can accomplish. But it's also writing about the hard times and how we live our life with Kreed. I could be angry. I could be sad. I could blog about how hard this life is or how our life isn't about being shiny happy people. But it's not about us. It's about Kreed, who wasn't born with a choice of how his life would be. How he couldn't speak or be independent. How he won't be able to experience the same things as other 18 year olds and how he will live a life of pain and not be able to speak about it.
Christmas this year was a hard one. Leading up to Christmas Kreed was happy and calm. Christmas Eve it all changed and Kreed raged and was in so much pain I don't even think he knew it was Christmas Eve. He woke up okay at first on Christmas and opened some presents. But for the most part he was uninterested and eventually more rages.
And that's our Christmas some years. He left a lot of presents unopened and we opted to keep them under the tree and hope he comes back around. Which as you can tell in this picture he did! Took two days later, but he finally woke up pain free and happy.
We would have wanted to do our Christmas Eve traditions and be excited and watch Christmas movies and get into the holiday spirit. Instead we had to protect our son from causing himself bodily harm. We could be angry about this. We could complain about our life, but why? He's the one in pain. He's the one suffering. Our job is to help him and try to figure out and lessen his pain. Our job is to be there for him and love him no matter what. Why force traditions or force him to open all his presents etc. That would be for US and not HIM. What would that add to his life? So who cares if it takes him a week to realize his presents. We just want him happy. And two days after Christmas he finally was happy and thrilled with his gifts. That's what's important. Not him conforming to our timeline or how we think things should be. He is making his own path in life and deciding what would make him happy and that's what we go with!
I'm sure I could wish for a better life for us or one where we can even go see a movie or dinner without him or sleep through the night without having to wake up constantly for meds and his Bipap and oxygen. But wishes won't make our life better. It won't change our life, it won't make him live without pain or have his own voice back. So I don't. We live our life day by day, moment by moment. We work daily to try and figure out how to calm his medical conditions so he can live a better life. We see no other choice. The better we can make his life, the better our life will be as well.
So Christmas. It wasn't perfect, far from it. We aren't a Norman Rockwell kind of family. But we are a full of love kind of family that just want the best for our son. Even if it's two days past Christmas before we get to see his beautiful dimples as he opens his remaining presents.