I'll admit, I hold my breath every time I take Bernadette to the cardiologist. Even when I see any number popping up on my phone from that general area, my heart skips a beat.
Today marks two years since I handed my tiny eight week old newborn over to the heart surgeon for open heart surgery. Her second major heart surgery in her short little life, this one to repair her main heart defect that was discovered in utero. I still cannot believe we lived through it to tell... Continue Reading →
I can't pinpoint where the emotional lows are coming from right now, but the past couple of weeks have had some ups followed by some downs. There seems to be a lot on the horizon for us and for Bernadette but in an odd way it's all starting to feel more normal. Not easy, but... Continue Reading →