I recently discovered this awesome blogger who has this cool idea - every week there are writing prompts posted on her site. Essentially, there are a bunch of ideas/questions/issues that you can use to kick off a blog post. Why do I think is cool you ask? Because sometimes the creative juices are just not flowing - and these prompts help to get your mind focussed on an idea.
For anyone interested, the blog is called "Mama's Losin It" and you can get to the writing prompts at
Before I tackle this prompt, can I just say how much fun I am having discovering all the cool bloggers - who knew the world of blogging could keep my attention as much as a Twilight movie - well almost as much :-)
This prompt asked: Write a moment you felt truly relieved. Here goes...
I will admit there have been a few of these moments in my life. When I heard my dad had gone to the hospital, but the next sentence was he is fine. When my mom had a health scare that turned out to be pretty minor in the grand scheme of things. The first time I heard my healthy children let out a cry. If I had to pick one, though, it would be the one that centered around my first pregnancy.
Hubby and I were obviously over the moon when we discovered we were expecting. To say we were excited would have been an understatement. The "stomach falling through the floor" moment happened at one of my ultrasounds. Basically, the ultrasound technician told us there was an issue with our little girls' heart. Instant tears on my part. If there was a positive, it was that there are some pretty amazing doctors in Ottawa, and I got shipped off for a specialist to have a closer look.
The wait was agonizing. All I could do was pray that everything would be okay. The morning we headed to the specialist was bittersweet. I had convinced myself all was well with the world, but what if I was wrong? The thought paralyzed me.
We headed in to have the ultrasound. Here comes the moment where my relief exuded from me - the doc asked me what I was doing there. Huh???? He looked at my file and informed us that the previous tech had read the scan wrong. He walked us through all the parts that formed our little miracle, and everything was fine. Everything. Was. Fine.
Relief does not even start to describe how we felt walking out of that room. I think I actually asked the nurse if I could give her a hug! From that moment forward, I thanked my lucky stars every time she made me nauseous or kicked the heck out of my ribs...
Our little girl was healthy, and all was right with the world. My definition of relief was changed forever.