so here i am, on the other side of the experience of my kid being hospitalized for a serious (potentially life-threatening) illness, and i think both brendan and i learned a lot about life and parenting. it'll be two weeks tomorrow since i took him to the hospital, and one week tomorrow since he was discharged.
probably one of the main things that left an impression on me, was when he was at his worst (pre-diagnosis), i remember looking at him and seeing that he was not himself. i was wishing and praying that he'd return to normal, but there was nothing i could personally do to make him well. it feels like a cliche to say, but i really felt helpless and desperate. thankfully, he got the help he needed in time, but it gave me a taste of what parents in different parts of the world and in different times throughout history have experienced. and it's pretty GD awful.
i've had several conversations with friends lately about how fragile and vulnerable we are as humans, and how that's something we're not always aware of. in a way, it's nicer being naive of just how fragile and vulnerable we are, at least we worry less. probably one of the main things that left an impression on me, was when he was at his worst (pre-diagnosis), i remember looking at him and seeing that he was not himself. i was wishing and praying that he'd return to normal, but there was nothing i could personally do to make him well. it feels like a cliche to say, but i really felt helpless and desperate. thankfully, he got the help he needed in time, but it gave me a taste of what parents in different parts of the world and in different times throughout history have experienced. and it's pretty GD awful.
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