When Push Comes to Shove.

This song always reminds me of the week Addison was born (6 months ago), we were driving to and from the hospital to be with her and to sleep since we weren't able to sleep at the NICU. We were driving there on her second day in there, the day we were to find out whether she would need to have heart surgery at 7 days old or if we could wait until she was a little bigger. I had cried myself to sleep the night before and of course started again right when I woke up and realized it wasn't a nightmare, that it was in fact reality. When I got in the car and we were heading there, I had the biggest pit in my stomach. I remember asking Greg how he had finally gotten control of his crying, he just turned to me and said I just keep repeating in my head "Drive the car". I just sat there thinking I wish I could focus on something else, anything else. Then this song came on by Rascal Flatts: 

You feel like a candle in a hurricane

Just like a picture with a broken frame

Alone and helpless

Like you've lost your fight

But you'll be alright, you'll be alright

[Chorus:]

Cause when push comes to shove

You taste what you're made of

You might bend, till you break

Cause its all you can take

On your knees you look up

Decide you've had enough

You get mad you get strong

Wipe your hands shake it off

Then you Stand, Then you stand

Life's like a novel

With the end ripped out

The edge of a canyon

With only one way down

Take what you're given before its gone

Start holding on, keep holding on

Cause when push comes to shove

You taste what you're made of

You might bend till you break

Cause it's all you can take

On your knees you look up

Decide you've had enough

You get mad, you get strong

Wipe your hands, shake it off

Then you stand, then you stand

Everytime you get up

And get back in the race

One more small piece of you

Starts to fall into place

Oh

[Repeat Chorus]

I felt like it was meant for me. I knew I needed to be strong and positive. It really helped calm my crying. Before that I was sitting there questioning why all this was happening to my baby and my family, but then I realized we all face hard times and it makes us stronger. I kept telling myself "God only gives you what he knows you can handle". He must think I am pretty darn strong. I think of that week all the time, and remember how ripped apart I was. Not only was my little girl in for a fight, but we later found out a friend of mine had lost her little boy. It was a rough week that I will never forget and has been rough since, but I know for my daughters... I will always try to stay strong and stand!