“In-between”

My anxiety has no place to go. So it’s morphed. Slipping into the shadows and seeping into every move, every thought. I am never without the second guess, the unsurety, the doubt. It used to have a purpose. It kept me alert and aware. It kept him alive and safe. But now, it’s like a … More “In-between”

The History. Part II

When we arrived in Edmonton, we met with dozens of doctors, surgeons and social workers; it was all a blur. Drew’s dad drove up with us and after we tucked her in, he watched over Kate so we would be able to go straight to the hospital. We were greeted by the Neonatologists, the Transplant specialists, the surgeons … More The History. Part II

Keeping track

   In the spirit of CHD awareness month, I decided to gets Sam’s Beads of Courage in order. Each bead represents something. Maybe a day in hospital, a needle, an IV, an ambulance ride, an X-ray, a test, a clinic visit, an infection, a new medication, a special milestone, a discharge.  In the beginning, we … More Keeping track