Home, Healing, and Holding On: A Note of Gratitude

Today, I’m just trying to keep real food down—something more than liquids, which makes me feel like I’m 83 years old in a senior care facility. (No shade to anyone who is—it's just way ahead of my time right now!)

As I rest and recover, I can’t help but feel incredibly grateful. The past two weeks have been a whirlwind of hospital stays, uncertainty, and pain—but also an outpouring of love and support.

To the family members who checked in while I was in and out of the hospital, thank you. To the friends who called to see how I was holding up, your voices meant more than you know.

To those who reached out on social, reading your words helped as well. I am in awe of my mother—who spent the night in the hospital with me, cared for my daughter, and stood strong through the unknown.

Thank you from home

To my incredible fiancé: thank you. Thank you for solo parenting, for keeping calm, for holding our home together, and for being my rock through one of the scariest moments I’ve faced. Seeing me laid up in a hospital bed—normally the lively, up-for-anything person I am—wasn't easy for either of us.

We have yet to set a wedding date or plan anything, but these two weeks showed me that I made a wonderful choice of saying, YES!

To everyone who prayed for me, I felt your prayers. And while I’m not 100% yet, I’m home. That alone is a blessing. No more double IVs—one in my arm and one in my hand (by the way, can we agree hand IVs are the worst? I still remember how bad they hurt when I had Jordyn!).

All in all, thank you. I mean it. Thank you for the love, the care, the patience, and the prayers.

As we head into the weekend, I hope you take a moment to hug someone a little tighter, check in on someone who might be having a tough time, and offer a prayer for someone you love. Gratitude doesn’t always need a special occasion.

Wishing you peace, love, and a gentle fin de semana (trying to get my Duolingo back, I lost my 256 day streak being in the hospital).