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cried my heart out, got up, got dressed, and faced it. It was not easy, and it was not an “easy fix”. She spent the next 11 days in the NICU. I would sing in her ear, nurse her not moving so that all the tubes were ok. It was terrifying. But she completely defied the odds, and came home.
That was the beginning of 20 years and counting. My little spit fire has endured countless heart Caths, closed heart shunt surgery, 2 open heart valve replacements surgeries, a sternal wire removal, tonsils and adenoids removed, a bunch of stitches, and a nasty broken arm!!
So that was 1998, and although it was the worst year of my life, it was also the year that made me who I am today. I remember her pediatric cardiologist told me that there would come a day that we would be on the soccer field and I would think “oh shoot, I better make a Dr. appointment.” I had a hard time believing his words. We were going from Orange County to UCLA weekly for over a year, in between hospital stays.
Years later, on that pediatric cardiologist desk, is a picture of my warrior, in her soccer uniform, no front teeth, holding a hot pink soccer ball. True story.
20 years later and here we are. I am ready to have a “best year”!! I just really feel like we ALL need a GREAT year. Come on 2018, do your even lucky number magic!!!