I have been scared, tired, sad and overwhelmed by the kindness of an (almost) stranger. And grateful. Grateful that our trip to the hospital only involved a saline drip and a rest on the bed for a couple of hours. Grateful for the mum of one of the "handball tournament boys" taking all the boys to her house, so I could rush my husband to the hospital. Grateful for the friends I have that kept checking in to make sure everything was ok and to see what they could do to help.
In amongst all this chaos, I was also grateful that my M1 understood about his long planned handball tournament being cancelled and needing to be re-scheduled. I was grateful that M2 gave me a big hug when I collected her from kindy-care. I was grateful that I got to drive my husband back home again. Grateful, grateful, grateful.
Life here really is a rollercoaster at the moment, but you know what? I am going to throw my arms up in the air, smile and scream at the top of my lungs and try to enjoy the ride.