I looked at the calendar today and it said November 16. It's no one's birthday. It's not a holiday. I don't have any parties to go to. So what was it? Why was this date etched so deep in my memory?
Then I remembered.One year ago today Lucy underwent surgery on her skull to correct her craniosynostosis which was discovered during her routing four-month exam.
For two months we knew she needed this surgery and for two months seeing November 16 on the calendar put a pit in my stomach.
I didn't know how I was going to hand over my baby for some surgeon to cut through her precious little head.
But we made it! I won't sit here and write all about how it was no big deal, a walk in the park, a piece of cake, because it wasn't. Surgery and hospital stays with a baby are no fun at all.
There were nights she barely slept because her face was so swollen her eyes were sealed shut and they itched like crazy.
There were days I barely recognized my petite little girl who suddenly looked like a sumo wrestler.
And then there was that spunky personality that disappeared for a couple of weeks due to heavy pain medication. She was in my arms but where was she?
But she did come back. And we got to say our 6-month-old baby had plastic surgery and isn't that funny? It's one year later and we made it and look at this beautiful little girl who can't remember a single second of that whole ordeal. But we remember and we got through it and we're stronger because of it.
Her head is gorgeous. Her scar isn't so bad. Really, I think I'm the only one who can see it. I part her hair on the side instead of down the middle and it totally disappears. Side parts look better anyway, don't you think?
Our child is healthy. She always was. We had a minor blip on the radar. We're a lucky bunch. Some are not so. So we'll cheer for this tiny milestone in our family's story. And then we'll go back to laughing about how obsessed she is with shoes. Because, after all, she's just a girl like any other.
I didn't know how I was going to hand over my baby for some surgeon to cut through her precious little head.
But we made it! I won't sit here and write all about how it was no big deal, a walk in the park, a piece of cake, because it wasn't. Surgery and hospital stays with a baby are no fun at all.
There were nights she barely slept because her face was so swollen her eyes were sealed shut and they itched like crazy.
There were days I barely recognized my petite little girl who suddenly looked like a sumo wrestler.
And then there was that spunky personality that disappeared for a couple of weeks due to heavy pain medication. She was in my arms but where was she?
But she did come back. And we got to say our 6-month-old baby had plastic surgery and isn't that funny? It's one year later and we made it and look at this beautiful little girl who can't remember a single second of that whole ordeal. But we remember and we got through it and we're stronger because of it.
Her head is gorgeous. Her scar isn't so bad. Really, I think I'm the only one who can see it. I part her hair on the side instead of down the middle and it totally disappears. Side parts look better anyway, don't you think?
Our child is healthy. She always was. We had a minor blip on the radar. We're a lucky bunch. Some are not so. So we'll cheer for this tiny milestone in our family's story. And then we'll go back to laughing about how obsessed she is with shoes. Because, after all, she's just a girl like any other.
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