5 years ago today she went through something unbelievable just to get the chance at this life. 5 years ago today I trusted the nurses, doctors and surgeon enough to hand off my tiny baby for her heart to be stopped and made whole.
It may have been the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but my daughter seemed to take it in a stride. She was no longer sickly and gray, struggling to breathe, and unable to eat. She could grow, she could nurse, she could thrive.
And look at her now.
Today I celebrate this amazing little person. This girl who has grown so much, and who has been the reason I've grown so much too.
We pulled out the book that shows the story of her first year. We flip through the pictures and tell her how when she was a baby she was very sick and needed an operation to fix her heart. She pores over the pictures, saying "Poor baby Cora. So sick.' She touches the photos that show the wound on her chest and feels sorry for her baby self. "So hurt," she croons. Then she tells me "All better," and turns a few more pages to see her baby self smiling and laughing, getting cuter by the minute. "Baby Cora's so cute..." she says. We look at the scar on her chest, a white line that stretches the length of her sternum. We talk about how strong and brave she is, and how wonderful that her doctors helped fix her heart.
It makes me happy to hear her tell the story of her heart repair with her short little sentences. I get tingly with pride when she shows me her scar and tells me how her body can heal. It makes me smile through a few tears seeing just how far she has come.
Happy Heart Day, my love.