{"id":89,"date":"2025-05-05T10:54:14","date_gmt":"2025-05-05T10:54:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dearadi.com\/?p=89"},"modified":"2025-06-12T10:26:10","modified_gmt":"2025-06-12T10:26:10","slug":"through-seizures-and-silence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dearadi.com\/?p=89","title":{"rendered":"Ordinary Was Never Ordinary With You!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Dear Adi,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

After we came back from the hospital<\/a>, something changed. You were constantly drowsy\u2014because of all the medications. My bright, active toddler wasn\u2019t being naughty anymore. You just sat quietly, and every time I saw you like that, my heart broke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still, I kept telling myself, \u201cThis too shall pass. He\u2019ll be okay again. I just need to stay strong.\u201d That belief is what I held on to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It felt like I was being tested at every step. Just two days after we got back home, you had another massive seizure. You weren\u2019t responsive for 15\u201320 minutes. We rushed to the hospital again\u2014me holding you in my arms. You regained consciousness about five minutes after we got there. We were terrified. It felt like the ground had slipped away beneath us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You were hospitalised again for 4\u20135 days. Same tests, same questions. But still, no clear answers. The doctors said it could be because of your condition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your medicines were changed, and we came back home. Every time I had to give you those strong meds, I wanted to cry. But I told myself\u2014if it\u2019s helping you, I\u2019m thankful.<\/em> I told myself it was only temporary<\/em>. That one day, when you’re better, we won\u2019t need all of this.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn\u2019t allow myself to be paralyzed by fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Those back-to-back hospital visits took a toll on you. The seizures changed something in you. You stopped talking, playing, dancing like before. It broke us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But all I could do as your mother was give you the best care I could, hold you with love, and pray that you\u2019d be ok soon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The three of us waited\u2014patiently\u2014for your voice, your giggles, your \u201cmamma,\u201d your \u201cdeta,\u201d your \u201cmamba.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And slowly, you returned. You, my little fighter, pushed back against everything. In a month or so, we saw glimpses of the old you again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And that was enough for us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We learnt to take each day as it came. To celebrate every little step.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You reminded us how beautiful the small things are. That ordinary isn\u2019t ordinary at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You taught us joy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You taught us to live in the moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You taught us all that and much more in this short life time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

For that, and so much more, I will always be thankful, my boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love you always, Jan.
Your Mamma<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

You stopped playing, stopped calling me “mamma”, and it broke me. But we waited. We held on. And when you began returning to us\u2014little by little\u2014we learned that nothing in life is truly ordinary. You taught us that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[26,27],"tags":[4,11,9,8],"class_list":["post-89","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-letters-to-adi","category-my-journey","tag-child-loss","tag-emotional-reflections","tag-grief-journaling","tag-healing-journey","entry entry-center"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dearadi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dearadi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dearadi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dearadi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dearadi.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=89"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/dearadi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":91,"href":"https:\/\/dearadi.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89\/revisions\/91"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dearadi.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=89"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dearadi.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=89"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dearadi.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=89"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}