Crashing

As a heart kid, it’s a near certainty that at some point you’re going to crash. The halls are lined with crash carts in the CICU for that very reason. While there were many times my daughter danced on the edge of that dangerous territory, there was only one time she truly crashed. I happened … Continue reading Crashing

The Diagnosis

After having spent a restless night trying to sleep after my OB/GYN had given us the bad news that our daughter's heart was malformed, we got up to face the day. My husband and I were anxious the whole morning. We just wanted an answer, a label, something to tell people.  Our family watched our … Continue reading The Diagnosis

C Day

“We can’t guarantee lungs” is the line that played over in my head the morning of my c-section. When I had first heard it I thought it was such peculiar phrasing. As if someone was giving a slightly sketchy sales pitch of a get-rich-quick-scheme saying that they don’t guarantee a certain income level. But what … Continue reading C Day