Laughter is the best medicine!

My number-1 answer to people who have asked me before, how did I remain joyful and calm in the midst of challenging times, how did I remain faithful and never blmed God in my life. The honest answer was also, I did cry or had silent tears in bathroom, I did have prayers of questions and doubt to God. But my heart was alright. Having a child with medical needs is definitely not for the faint of heart and I wasn't even saying this with boastful heart. In fact, I was grateful that somehow while going through this journey as a parent to a CDH survivor, I found strength.

One day, while reading the scripture that said "A joyful heart is a good medicine, a broken spirit drains one's strength", it dawned on me that if I remained sad of the news that my child had CDH, then the sadness would eventually rot away my strength. Being weak was the last thing I wanted. I needed to be strong to nurture and take care of this child. I needed joy so that I could impart to him. And that joy would in return be his good medicine. I WAS GLAD I DID! HE is not only Champ. He is Joy! He could laugh in the midst of pain.

• He has joy.
• He is mischievous.
• He is full of good kind of silliness.
• He is humourous.
• He is kind.
• He is caring too.

Never underestimate humour too. It is like a gift of God. To be able to find laughter in the midst of mistakes. To be able to smile in the midst of trials. And to find creative ways in dealing with problems and difficulties. Not easy at all, but the value we gain while going through all the obstacles certainly worth it all. We are stronger now than ever. Resilient. Hopeful. Maybe the phrase 'give up' will be gone from our dictionary as well. All due to being his parents. We are blessed indeed.

We were glad we never terminate him. The usual advice when doctor found out baby with congenital issue was to give you the option to terminate the pregnancy. We continued the nurture the life. In the womb and now he is out in the world. Never regretted bringing him into the world. Because that's just mean one additional warrior exists. One giant slayer right at my home! A joy-giver. A laughter machine. Isn't that the most awesome thing to happen?

Again and again, his progress being slow down his periodical internal pain, causing him not able to eat and drink as usual, so we tube-feed him. But we know we will get there. Physically, in terms of his height and weight, and academically, as well as other development. We are thankful for tube-feeding. Want to know what I feed him?

Steamed cod fish (given my brother) and broccoli and rice. We blended all together and tube-feed him.

Remember to laugh at the storm, laugh with others but not laughing at others. 😍

❤️Love from me❤️