Y’all. It’s heart month. The time when all the good heart mamas are posting pictures and educating like the amazing chd advocates they are.
Me? I’m watching a baby sort through the office trash.
February 20, 2008, was the day that our world was turned upside down. The day a simple anatomy scan for our baby turned into a journey we were not expecting.
Today, I’m trying to teach that baby girl how to read. She’s as stubborn as she was the day she propelled herself from my body in a blaze of glory. The HLHS didn’t kill us, but discerning the subtle differences between “b” and “d” may just finish us off.
It’s been seven years since we first found out, four years since her last surgery, and a mere 12 minutes since she knocked me out with her quick wit and sassy beauty.
Are y’all tired of me saying it yet?
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise.