Where the name came from!

 The name of this blog came from a moment of weakness, a drop to your knees and pray that you can get back up again kind of moment, those times that even memories can't fade the severity.  My baby boy, my late in life baby, had just been diagnosed with Type 1.  I was devastated!  I was by myself in the hospital with a sick little boy, due to COVID restrictions. Only one parent could be in the room and no visitors; and this perky nurse had just left my room with a smile on her face after dropping that bomb on me.  I wanted to punch her, scream, yell, anything.  I politely took what little compassion she gave, and with tears welling up in my eyes, I shook my head to everything they said just to get them to give me a second to fall apart.  Here's where the name comes from.  I don't know about you, but the first thing I do when I feel like I'm drowning is call my mother.  I needed something to hold on to.  Something to cling to in my distress.  So she says to me, in between my uncontrollable sobs, we are just going to take,"one day at a time."  That was all I needed.  God is still on the throne and we will take one day at a time, one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward.  We are 11 months past that diagnosis; we have survived and even thrived.  However, we still take each day as it comes.  I am a big planner and I try to be prepared for every scenario; but there are some things in life that you just can't plan, things that come at you from nowhere.  These are our stories, in hopes that something I share can help another person dealing with the same things.