Well, I've been greatly frustrated lately by the 40-minute-monster, but then on Saturday I got a perspective check.
The sister of one of my best friends had a baby almost 8 months ago--10 weeks premature at the time. Not only did this little one have to fight the prematurity to survive; he was also diagnosed with a genetic muscle disease that makes him terribly weak.
He has had a tracheotomy and eats through a feeding tube; his muscles are slack and he will likely never sit up on his own, even if he makes it through this first year. BTW, he is perfectly fine mentally.
His mommy and daddy had his "welcome home" party this weekend; he'd been in the hospital until 2 months ago. After all that time of praying, I finally got to meet this little guy. It broke my heart to see all that he and his parents are going through. He cannot make any noise at all due to the tracheotomy, so one of his parents always has to be watching him, day and night––suctioning the trach every few minutes so he doesn't choke. They occasionally have help at night from a nurse, but not enough.
So, now when my little guy cries, I try to be thankful that he can cry. My hardest days are nothing compared to what this family goes through.
I don't want to minimize anyone's frustration--I know that this can be extremely difficult. I just want to share a bit of perspective.
Thanks so much.