Another year has passed by. It seems like time rolls on with all of the finesse of a freight train the older I get. And here we once again find ourselves, on the eve of Liddy's re-birthday. The day which changed us all and which made every moment of the last 730 days possible. The anniversary of facing our worst fears, of finding faith and strength amidst a thudding heart and endless tears, the day that our tiny brokenhearted baby girl was returned to us with a fully functioning, newly rebuilt ticker in her fragile little chest.
6 months on pins and needles, waiting the day that she would either get sick or surgery would come. 7 hours in surgery. 14 days spent in the ICU. A collapsed lung. A second surgery to implant a pacemaker. 2 days on the heart floor.
Countless sleepless nights. Enough tears to fill the ocean. A million prayers. Hours spent beside the giant crib which contained my still, quiet, heart stoppingly tiny baby girl amid the endless beeping and humming of the ICU.
Well worth every single second.
A ransom I would pay a thousand times over simply to be given the chance to continue being able to receive hugs and kisses and smiles, to hear her laughter, and be witness to the sassy head shakes that accompany my princess' exasperated "Oh mama."
I simply can't imagine a world without her in it.
Two years later. I am every bit as grateful as I was in those first faltering days afterwards. Possibly more so because now I have had another 730 days to REALLY know her.....and grow to love her even more.
Thank you to every surgeon, every doctor, every nurse that made it possible for me to continue falling in love with my Bug with each passing day. Seeing this face...
is a blessing I will never take for granted.
Happy Heart Day, precious Liddy. Mama loves you so much more than you will ever know......
"Make broken hearts brand new...That's what faith can do"~Kutless