59/366 Heart Day #5

Mommy report: 
Five years ago today, after 9 hours of surgery, at 11 pounds, this was my little baby girl, at about 6pm on 2/28/2007.

Many of you have seen that before, either on this blog, or you’ve seen it yourself, with your little one on that post op bed in the PICU. 

If you haven’t, it’s scary. I know.  It’s ok that it’s scary.  But that’s not the end…
Seven days later, as I held a little squishy girl (I kinda miss the squish. She’s all bones these days, little skinny minnie!) I knew that she was well. She still had healing to do, but she was fixed and would be better from here forward.

Here’s the REST of the story…
This is that same little girl, 5 years later, at 7 am on 2/28/2012. 

Healthy as she can be.  Tough as nails, and sweet as mini marshmallows. (Unless she is sporting her newly donned attitude.  Diva-licious.)

Is open-heart surgery scary?  Of course!  Is it more frightening when it’s your firstborn and when that baby is barely 3 months old?  Absolutely!

But how thankful I am that we were able to have that surgery. That we were able to receive our girl back and better than ever afterward.  That she came home with us in 8 days, chompin’ at the bit to get on with life. 

And she has not looked back.

So at 5 years old, 27 lbs, and one boat load of sass, she is one very precious part of our family. 

Thank you again, Dr. F, for fixing out little girl’s broken heart.

How did we celebrate??  Why, playing a little ditty on the piano, duet style!

Keep singing, Braska Bear.  We’ll be cheering all the while!

(If you would like to see more posts about how the journey went for us, daily posts during her hospital stay are linked here. )