Sometimes Surviving is Enough

While we were on vacation last week, I listened to a song on the ipod – Alive off Meatloaf’s Bat Out of Hell 3 album. I don’t listen to it often, but it’s my favorite song off of that album. The album was released when I was pregnant. Every time Alive was playing, Peanut would dance in my belly. I don’t know why, but she really seemed to either love it or hate it. It’s an interesting song. It celebrates surviving.

My counselor asked me once if I was proud / gave myself credit for anything going well with Peanut’s birth. I’ve struggled with giving myself credit for anything that happened during Peanut’s delivery. As far as I’m concerned the whole experience was a failure. I failed, the doctor failed, the anesthesiologist failed, the nursing staff failed, and my support people failed. There’s nothing but failure from my point of view. However, when I listen to this song it makes me start to wonder if it isn’t enough to just survive.

The doctor’s didn’t kill me off that night.

I didn’t give up, and let myself die that night.

My husband didn’t walk away from our marriage after that night.

I'm a runaway train on a broken track
I'm a ticker on a bomb that you can't turn back
This time, that's right
I got away with it all and I'm still alive
Let the end of the world come tumbling down
I'll be the last man standing on the ground
As long as I got blood rush through my veins
I'm still alive
Holly Knight, Jon Bon Jovi, James Michael, Andreas Carlsson, Richard Samborra, Desmond Child, and Andrea Ramanda



I’m not quite ready to rejoice in my survival, but sometimes survival is reason enough to be proud.