This is a blog written in January that I didn’t get to post:
Here I am just riding the Rollercoaster of joy, trials, faith and utter sadness.
It all begins with the birth of our fourth child, and first daughter. It’s been such a delight welcoming sweet little Laila into the family and watching the relationship between Laila and her dad, and her siblings blossom. It’s amazing how her personality is similar to mine in many ways. It just means we get each other. Frustrated she won’t sleep in her swing, but at the end of the day I don’t like swings, they make me sick. Fair enough Laila. This overwhelming joy was smashed a few weeks ago when Laila was 7 weeks just before her immunisations were due, developed a cough that turned into cough attacks leaving her breathless and vomiting, and me crying. I thought it was Whooping Cough, but it wasn’t for another week when she was eventually diagnosed with Whooping because she began the recognisable whoop. I walked around for about three days being ill with a virus and crying a fair bit. I couldn’t believe I was finally given a daughter and could lose her so soon. Very quickly my prayer life jumped into action, along side my amazing friends and family who have also been lifting Laila up in prayer. At first, I wasn’t feeling hopeful and was terrified things would worsen and Laila would be hospitalised. Then, as I was praying one day I got a sense of peace, and a real sense Laila was going to be ok. Next, I needed to see a glimpse of hope. Soon enough improvements happened, and now she hasn’t had a cough attack for three days. I just feel so blessed, she has seemed to develop a more mild kind of whooping. It could have been so much worse. I just try to enjoy every minute with Laila and am forever grateful for God’s angels always surrounding our girl through this. She has a way to go, but I’m thrilled to see her improving.