Well, this has been one holy heck of a week. Smack dab in the middle of my attempts to put the house back together after moving again, my daughter had dental surgery. They had trouble with her IV and, after several attempts to find a vein, the Bermuda triangle of my naturally low blood pressure, hypoglycemia, and squeamishness kicked in and I hit the floor. I woke up to find myself surrounded by strangers, with an oxygen mask strapped over my face. Thankfully, my daughter and I were both fine in the end.
There was a time when something like this would send me spinning. Now, we’ve been through so much as a family that we know how to keep afloat when the waves crash down.
Part of the reason we are more resilient is that we have put together coping strategies, like these, in advance.