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My two-week old has the hiccups. There is no known cause and really no cure. All we can do is hold her close, comfort her as best we can, and wait for the hiccups to pass.

Involuntary. Inconvenient. Inescapable.

Life is full of hiccups, unexpected little events that disrupt our daily schedules.

The last couple years have been full of hiccups for me. There were unexpected diagnoses, changes in leadership… Even a government shutdown.

All things that I had no control over. I could only respond. And unlike my two-week old, I didn’t necessarily wait these hiccups out.

I cried. I complained. I crumbled.

And in some cases, that only made my hiccups seem worse.

I watch my baby girl. Her involuntary movements and the accompanying sound seem uncomfortable, but she seems mostly unaffected.

Going forward, I hope to take my cues from her. Life’s hiccups are unavoidable. But at least, I can be grateful for the arms that hold me close, pat me on the back and offer as much comfort as possible.

This, like the hiccups, too, shall pass.