Isn't it strange how something as simply as a scent wafting in the air can take you back to a moment lost in time, one that you had stored in your memory bank but perhaps haven't thought about since? Today I had a video appointment with Bernadette's cardiologist. This should be her annual checkup, complete... Continue Reading →
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 →
Today was Bernadette's heart checkup. I have been taking her to see the cardiologist frequently over the past 20 months of her life, her first appointment at only a week old. The trips down to the City get old fast. Traffic, the anticipation of the appointment, trying to keep her from crying during the echo... Continue Reading →