Power of One: Inspire, Empower, Encourage to Never Lose Hope in the Fight of Your Life: The Unbreakable Bond Between a Mother and Daughter from a Hospital Bed

The Unbreakable Bond between a Mother and Daughter from a Hospital Bed

If you ever have the chance to be a parent or currently are a parent then you probably know what it feels like to see your heart outside your body. It is an unexplainable bond and an amazing love that can't be put into words.

Motherhood has been one of the toughest challenges, but greatest rewards in my life! My own mother and grandmothers have been a great example of hard work, sacrifice, unconditional love and going the extra mile for any of their children. They were assigned by God to be mothers, and they have rocked it!
I'm trying to carry on their legacy!

So let me set up my situation in the hospital for the last 3 days...

I was admitted into the hospital late Friday night/early Saturday morning. The last thing I got to do was kiss my little ones good night. Most of you know that my daughter is pretty much attached to my hip. We have this very special bond. Her name is Hope Grace. She is my true miracle.

I have been in the fight of my life with Lupus for about 11 years now. The symptoms started years before I was "officially diagnosed." I never wish this cruel mystery/autoimmune disease upon anyone. I specifically pray for the Lord to shelter my daughter from ever experiencing it. With that said, according to medicine, Lupus has wrecked havoc in my body for years so I was never supposed to be able to have a child.

The Father Almighty (The Great Physician) had some very specific "other" plans for my life. Hope already has a speaking platform, because the odds were stacked against her from the start! Docs told me that I probably would never survive the high risk pregnancy let alone the child. The stats showed that she would probably be still born or born premature. Also, there was a huge chance the child would be born with deformities. All because I thought that I couldn't conceive so I was talking my prescription meds.

I grieved and accepted what I thought would be my destiny. I thought it just meant that I would be a parent through adoption, bonus children (children from my husband's prior marriage) or maybe a foster parent. Well, I was in for a surprise! I became a wife, bonus mom to 3 and then a mom of my own little one in a matter of a year! The first year of marriage was life changing!!!!

Did I mention that I was 15 weeks pregnant with Hope before I even knew I was carrying a child? I didn't have many symptoms of body changes to notice. I actually was on meds for my Lupus and a blood clotting disorder that all specifically say never to take while pregnant.

Now that I have set up some background to where my story is heading, I will say being "sick" and hospitalized will make you really see life differently! Everyone has a story! Some maybe to scared to share it or aren't ready, but I am letting you know that someone needs to hear yours today, because they will realize they are not alone.

When I kissed the 4 kids (my daughter and 3 sons, bonus kids) goodnight on Friday, I did not know that they would wake up to find out that I was no longer at the house. You can imagine the shock and worry on their faces when they were told that I was hospitalized. That morning our plans were to host my son's 7th birthday party with family and friends. As you can imagine, it was canceled and we had to call in our family to help us.

My precious princess, Hope Grace, welled up with tears asking, "Where is my mommy? When will she be back? Will she be ok? I want my Mommy!!!"

As I was being admitted into the hospital for a Lupus flare up and blood complications (ITP), I found out that I was going to be placed on a floor that didn't allow children under 12 years old to visit due to the restrictions of the medical conditions of the patients on the floor. Many of the cancer and surgery patients don't have immune systems and will contract every little thing. Kids are great carriers of germs.

It's been a long time since I have gone 3 days straight without seeing my daughter. She is my sidekick and bestie (R.O.D)! I was thinking of every possible way to physically see her. We at least FaceTimed and talked on the phone. It wasn't enough! The only consolation I had was that she was prayed for and Jesus and my family would take care of the details.

As a mother, I wanted to smell her, hold her, kiss her, pray with her, laugh with her, sing to her, cuddle with her and give her a sense of security that everything will work out for the good of the Lord! I wanted her to know that Jesus will make our broken paths straight. He will turn our mess into a message. He makes what is wrong right! He will heal, deliver and restore! He is the Alpha and the Omega! He created us in His image. He already fought this battle before us! He will not leave us nor forsake us! He knows how this chapter will end! The victory is HIS! By His stripes, I am healed!

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Then 2 days into the hospital stay, it dawned on me that maybe I could get approved by the medical team to leave the floor to see my precious little one in the main lobby. After jumping through some hoops and hurdles, which high dosages of steroids will help you do

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Those 3 days felt like eternity to her and I. It crushed my heart to hear her say that she didn't want to talk with me on the phone anymore or FaceTime me. She wanted to touch me and hold me. She wanted to hug me as I did her! She is at the age where she knows more than I'd like her to know.

To say the least, the Monday night meet up was epic and a happy cry fest

😭! It was all captured on video which I hope to share once I get it from my Dad. I can't imagine what was going through her 4-year old mind!

Then, she had to see IVs, a heart monitor and a blood pressure cuff attached to me. She witnessed bruises all over my body from the blood disorder leaving me with horrible scars/marks and bandaids all over from the wounds of being poked all over for blood draws. All these crazy tangled chords were hanging from my body.

I reassured her in that moment that I was fighting for all of them. God has given me the strength to continue going. I have been praying to receive better health results everyday. I pray to be home soon from the hospital!

We took those two sacred hours in the lobby to hug, kiss, cuddle, catch up on how different life has been with us being apart, she made me a few drawings, we played a fun game and tried writing me a beautiful love letter. Then, we broke bread together before my parents took her home for her bedtime routine. It was everything to me in that moment! It gave me the extra boost I needed to keep the faith and continue fighting!

Jesus gently reminded me that by His GRACE, he brought us HOPE! Hope Grace, you have given me purpose! I'm so blessed to be called to be your Mama! Thank you for enriching my life and showing me grace, forgiveness, unconditional love and mercy in these moments. You are a child of God! The greatest gift I have ever received is YOU! You are a handful at times, but your heart is made of gold! You are already changing lives! I'm one VERY blessed lady!

I can't thank God enough for whatever he has in store for us! I thank Jesus for this beautiful miracle that I will always cherish and allowing me to experience the blessing of motherhood!

You can't have a testimony without a test! Share yours will others to give them the hope they need today! May God receive all the honor, glory and praise for my love story that is filled with everyday miracles!