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 walked outside of the gym this morning after my workout to a pleasant autumn morning. The cold air felt so good on my face as I made my way to the car. I took a deep breath in and looked around at the autumnal scene surrounding me. Leaves in all shades of yellows and... Continue Reading →
I sat there today in church, this time with an open and expectant heart. I am learning, slowly, that I too am in great need of receiving the words preached on Sunday mornings. The drive down was quiet, just me in the car as I arrived early to help with worship. I love these mornings.... Continue Reading →
Friday's are for ballet, for my middle that is. She's only been in ballet for a couple of weeks now, but I am already seeing that it is proving to be an excellent fit for her at the moment. She tried gymnastics because she wanted to be in class with her big sister, but we... Continue Reading →
I have only been the mom of Bernadette for 15 months. In such a short amount of time, we have lived a lot of life. More than I ever did with my other daughters. Being a mom of a special needs daughter has brought new meaning to my own life and has shown me life... Continue Reading →
On this day, exactly one year ago, I birthed our youngest into this world. How can that be? In ways it feels like just yesterday David was driving me to the hospital speedily as the contractions intensified. I was so ready to meet this baby that was already rocking our world. In other ways that... Continue Reading →
Can I just be real with you? This month is NICU awareness month. I have so many things I wish I could say about it, but I am struggling to type the words. Mostly because our time spent in the NICU with Bernadette was painful. She was sick. She was struggling. I spent days sitting... Continue Reading →